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		<title>Past Present</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Take a look at the pictures by Roger Cremers . The series, which won an award at the 2009 World Press Photo, is called Preserving Memory: Visitors at the Memorial and Museum Auschwitz-Birkenau, Poland, 30 April-4 May. No, I will not be writing about how the ever-present cameras turn us into monsters]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Take a look at the pictures by <a href="http://www.rogercremers.nl/">Roger Cremers</a>. The series, which won an award at the 2009 World Press Photo, is called <i>Preserving Memory: Visitors at the Memorial and Museum Auschwitz-Birkenau, Poland, 30 April-4 May.</i><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3JqIocLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/YRibvW3NU8M/s1600/cremers6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;text-align: center;cursor: pointer;width: 400px;height: 399px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3JqIocLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/YRibvW3NU8M/s400/cremers6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3Jr_WeSI/AAAAAAAAAto/HWvR92SSRm8/s1600/cremers4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;text-align: center;cursor: pointer;width: 400px;height: 398px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3Jr_WeSI/AAAAAAAAAto/HWvR92SSRm8/s400/cremers4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3JXmYBmI/AAAAAAAAAtg/4NMercof6Ro/s1600/cremers3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;text-align: center;cursor: pointer;width: 400px;height: 396px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3JXmYBmI/AAAAAAAAAtg/4NMercof6Ro/s400/cremers3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3JzCdO_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/l0ax1famiog/s1600/cremers5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;text-align: center;cursor: pointer;width: 400px;height: 399px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwM3JzCdO_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/l0ax1famiog/s400/cremers5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />No, I will not be writing about how the ever-present cameras turn us into monsters. Or about consumerism versus culture.<br />What interests me here, to start with, is how we position ourselves in relation to the past.<br />What is given to us is not merely a luggage &#8211; a heritage that is like an object. It is an ever-eroding landscape. And each person has her own map she may or may not use to rebuild it, or rather, to build herself into it.<br />Watch these bodies. These <span>figures</span>. Watch how they open a dialogue they are not aware of. Watch how they become, that&#8217;s it, a <span>sign</span>.<br />Maybe the most dramatic is the last one, the young man lying on the ground, his hands close to his face. Forget his camera. Now, what do you see?<br />Or maybe the most dramatic is the first, black figure, that is watching birds through binoculars, or a plane, or he could almost be shouting a friendly greeting to someone standing on the roof&#8230; were it not the seemingly anonymous bricks behind him. Were it not <span>our maps</span>. And now, with your map, what do you see? Who is hitting him? Shooting?<br />Or rather, what is he, what are they protecting themselves against?</p>
<p>What makes a sign a sign?<br />When does it signify, lead to the signified? How does the arrow gain its shape? How is it born?<br />How much of these vectors is rooted in us so deeply, we spell it out with every word, unknowingly?</p>
<p>Take this much less spectacular project by <a href="http://www.williamboling.com/">William Boling</a>, called <a href="http://www.williamboling.com/ng.html"><span>Never Gone</span></a>. Boling took photographs of the places in Atlanta where the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Atlanta">Battle of Atlanta</a> occurred in July 1864.</p>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwA316YMbAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/L0wbKJAehVY/s1600-h/Clash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;text-align: center;cursor: pointer;width: 400px;height: 267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwA316YMbAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/L0wbKJAehVY/s400/Clash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwA31rPOAcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/sSC_GLs7wM4/s1600-h/Ice-Cream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;text-align: center;cursor: pointer;width: 267px;height: 400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwA31rPOAcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/sSC_GLs7wM4/s400/Ice-Cream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwA31TBTbvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/0noJGxvv5rM/s1600-h/Leaflet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;text-align: center;cursor: pointer;width: 400px;height: 267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOudLJJOwUk/SwA31TBTbvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/0noJGxvv5rM/s400/Leaflet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So what makes a sign a sign?<br />When does it signify, lead to the signified? How does the arrow gain its shape? How is it born?<br />How much of these vectors is rooted in us so deeply, we spell it out with every word, unknowingly?
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