Exhibition opening: Sebastian Collett, GHOST FUGUE
We the living may be haunted by the past, but we are also its afterlife. We carry our ancestors in our DNA. We are the material result of their every decision. How should we wield this inheritance?
In 1898, my grandfather was born in the “promised land.” Workers like his father had flocked to Lodz, Poland – an industrial melting pot, where Jews comprised a third of the population. Upon Hitler’s invasion in 1939, the promise became a curse.
Today, Lodz is being rebranded as a promised land for the IT industry. But many sectors have yet to be “revitalized” by the mixed blessing of gentrification. Their scarred buildings reveal decades of damage, as do the faces of the people I photograph. I feel at home with these walking wounded: in a sense, I am one of them.
This work traces the legacy of trans-generational trauma, while grappling with amnesia, hauntology, migration and mourning. The accompanying book conjures the words of dozens of thinkers— “ghosts” whose voices chase and dance with the images, as in a musical fugue.