What time actually is: it is always a waste because no one can keep it together. We see the time in material objects as well as in humans themselves, which then–in time–becomes a memory.
The book 'Time' (2006) discusses the work of French artist Christian Boltanski whose art is more or less based on the notion of time. He creates time capsules of collection of little material objects as well as different photographs. He is not interested in the famous but in the anonymity, the people who are all around us. His work is all about quantity; how much there actually is.
Th photographs below are titled to be Boltanski's self portraits of him in different ages, when in real the photographs are taken in same day and location of different boys in different ages who happened to play and or be in the park that day. He creates a web of uncertainty–who is this I in time? As time changes, so does the person and the I.
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| Christian Boltanski |
The photograph below is another project of Boltanski where he has placed found photographs of dead anonymous Swiss Jews in one place. He wanted to show the presence of death and the notion that Swiss people cannot die.
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| Christian Boltanski |
While reading 'Time' I came up to understand the notion of lighting up: the selection in the scale of importance for us–why do we remember some things but others are left in to the dark? The notion of 'firsts' is also to take in consideration. The acknowledgement of being able to grow old, as well as the notion of wasting life: sleeping, the brother of death, and dying–not being able to live in this universe anymore.
Waste is as follows by Seneca: "The part of life we actually live is small. For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time."
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