David Seidner, Self-Portrait, 1989.
David Seidner’s portraits stare from scarred reflections: Masks that betray the graze of an eyelash, a slip of a smile, the flare of a nostril. Trapped, refracted, and ultimately revealed, the subjects stir: shades merge with their own tracings.
His photographs of clothes and costumes are still lifes that waver in a moment.
Everywhere there is something missing, Always something left behind. What is excluded is sumptuous, overwhelming. We can see it. The past howls through pristine artifice. Ghosts are eternal.