For this blog, I wanted to hone in on a quote from the Susan Sontag piece that I loved oh so very much. Susan writes, “As photographs give people an imaginery possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people to take possession of space in which they are insecure”. (I guess someone else liked this one too since it was marked up!)
Anyways.. My Grandfather, who was very sick, recently passed away. In the weeks that led to his passing, I found myself acting out a ritual I had done on numerous other occassions when death was near. I went hunting through old photo albums to find a picture of my Grandfather that made me feel happy. Carefully, I placed this photo on my nightstand where it was the last thing I saw before going to sleep, and the first when I awoke. It wasn’t like the I did this subconsciously, I obviously knew what I was doing. And on a literal level, it helped me feel somehow nearer to him, despite the hundred some-odd miles that were separating us.
But when I read this particular passage in the Sontag piece, I understood a little more about what I was doing. The insecurities from my Grandpa’s eminent passing were alleviated by placing this tangible, comfortable object in plain sight. It was helping me to cling onto certain memories of the past, yet prepare myself for the inevitable. I recall doing the same thing when two of my pets died last winter, and also when my older sister’s cancer became terminal a few years ago. As Susan remarks that photography is “a defense against anxiety”, so too, I believe, is the act of looking at photos. And since taking a photograph is “converting experience into an image”, conversely, looking at an image is converting that image back into experience, or at least the memory of it. To sum it up: “…such talismanic uses of photographs express feeling both sentimental and implicitly magical: they are attemps to contact or lay claim to another reality”.
This article certainly helped me feel a little better (and normal!) about a ritual most people would categorize as morbid. Eventually, these photos of mine find their way back into albums, or sometimes they get framed and placed in a less obvious location. Either way, I’m sure everyone can agree that although sentimental photos may temporarily make us sad, they more than likely make us smile