Dust is the remainder of life, a surplus substance we ignore whereever possible, satisfied to give ot consideration only when dealing with its removal. Collecting in corners and underfoot, its contents nevetheless reveal must about the life that goes on in the rooms where it is found.
Klaus Pichler takes an unfomfortably close look at the dust bunnies of various establishments, drawing our attention to the evidence, ot thought invisible, that we leave in our wake.
It isn’t a study of life as we would present it to be, but rather, life in its more grounded form, before we’ve swept away the unwanted.
“..The thing is, we are controlled by a compulsion to get rid of dust. Dust, we believe, does not agree with us, because it conceals everything we create. Dust is the devil’s trap, revealed only once it has caught its prey. Haven’t we been forever treading all evil into the dust? Was the snake not cursed to grovel in the dust? Klaus Pichler’s photographs have shaken off the demons. They urge us to look more closely next time we sweep dust and grime onto a pan. We always used to call it dirt, blind to this whole universe. Only now do we realize how privileged dust mites actually are. They live in palaces of amazing beauty and it has never once crossed their minds to vanish into a cloud of dust.“ Josef Haslinger, 2014