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Monika Sziladi, New York

Monika-Sziladi

Monika Sziladi was born in Budapest and now lives and works in New York City. She is currently a Yale MFA candidate in Photography. Of this series, Still, she says, ‘If photography turns subjects into objects and freezes motion, a similar transformation occurs in accidents caused by motorized vehicles: their victims potentially confront death and paralysis – two states that impose stillness onto life. Temporary or permanent immobility transforms the active subject into a frozen observer of both the outside world as well as their own new position in it. They experience a disconnection from the familiar and are re-evaluated by their environment and themselves. This rather uncanny parallel was the point of departure for this series, which struck me while I was recovering from a boating accident and subsequent spinal surgery.

I ask the subjects – family and friends – to relax their facial muscles and to direct their gaze away from the camera, pretending as if they were momentarily frozen in a routine activity. My aim is to capture a mental disconnection from time, place and context. In such moments, both the subject and viewer are presented with a precariousness that underlies much of life’s clockwork routines’.

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    A great series of portrait photographs. Especially the first photo.

  • Andre Friedmann

    The light on the people’s faces appears so commonplace *and* invented, all at the same time. I haven’t figured out why I (sometimes) like that light, especially in the photograph of the older woman with the toothpaste. That same light seems like a repulsive horrid schtick in the photograph of the bald man in the tank top, an indiscriminate flood of light, a crutch for a photographer still learning to light. And yet I like that the photograph is so repellent.