Martin Kersels


Suspension of mass through the stopping of time. Sort of sounds like a caption in a physics textbook. Or maybe a corollary to string theory. But it's one of my interests, and it is down to earth. Usually I perform to draw out an aspect of a personal relationship (the Tossing a Friend series) or to make a comparison of bodies in motion (the Kouros and Me photographs). In other words, it's me and someone else in motion. But in Jason's photograph, it's just me floating into the frame. I take that back, because most people looking at this photo know that I'm falling into the frame. Falling, which is a word that has no semblance of control. Falling, which tells the loser, Tough luck, baby. Falling, as in pushing over a tree. Oh, sorry. That's felling. Which is another photograph altogether.