
Walking past Polka Gallery day before yesterday, Robert Clark's 9-11 image stopped me in my tracks. When I first saw the image 10 years ago -shortly after 9-11- two things flashed through my head. First was shear professional awe for a photographer who had gotten himself into the right place at the right time with a loaded, functioning camera. The second more powerful thought was "thank god that memory isn't mine."
Photography and memory have always shared an intimate and uneasy relationship. We rely on pictures to reinforce experience. I find that if I have photos of something I often let them do memory's heavy lifting. It is not that I am particularly lazy, it is just that I tend to trust a recorded image more than my memory. There is a tendency to let images supplant memories. Look back on any vacation more than 3 years ago, do you remember the vacation or the pictures of the vacation? Looking back at those happy pictures edges the memory of the event out. Am I the only one who does this?
There will always be certain events no photo can replace. Maybe it is because I was not in New York that day that the pictures of 9-11 have not replaced my very clear memories. To this day I can remember the jet lag induced confusions (I had just returned to Tennessee from the middle east). The phone call telling me to turn on the radio, holding my 3 year old son, standing in my dining room and listening in horror as the first tower came down.
People a couple of generations older than me talk about the Kennedy assassination and where they were, what they were doing when they heard the news. They never talk about the Zapruder film. I think it is like that for us with 9/11. It was an event so traumatic and wide spread that pictures of it will never replace the memory. Perhaps we store really life altering events in a different place in our brain than pleasent memories. Somewhere more reptilian, harder to replace. For those sorts of memories pictures can offer a key to them (as Robert's picture, unexpected, on a Paris street did for me) but photographs will never replace them.
Stephen Alvarez
Saint Petersburg, Russia