One day I went to visit Sayuri.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

    Sayuri was nine-months-old going on ten, the daughter of friends of a friend. The purpose of my visit was to see if and how Sayuri would interact with a realistically textured, 3d rendered image file of a female torso stored on my laptop. The image would surely lead to some kind of interesting display of behaviour, I thought.
 
    At first Sayuri continued playing with her toys, seemingly uninterested in the image, and so I waited. Not too long after, her attention seemed to shift to the coffee table on which my laptop sat, and stirred by curiosity, she began crawling towards it.

At the foot of the table, and with her mother's help, Sayuri rose to her feet, and leaning all her weight against the table, began to point and touch the image on the laptop's screen.

 

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    Marvelling at her behaviour, I began filling up my camera's memory card.

 

    Moments later and no doubt inspired by the excitement the image appeared to elicit in Sayuri, her parents and I chatted about what impact her generation's dependence on technology might have on their conception of reality and self, and it was during this interval, when staring at the screen that stared back at her, Sayuri leant forward and after a short but considered pause – and to the rattled disbelief of the adults in the room – pressed her mouth against the screen's rendered image of a human breast. ∎

 

 

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S a y u r i ,  2 0 1 6

50 x 40 cm,  Baryta print mounted on aluminium, anodised aluminium frame 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S a y u r i 

 

 

 2 0 1 6

 

50 x 40 cm 

 

Baryta prints mounted on aluminium,

anodised aluminium frame

 

 

 

 

One day I went to visit Sayuri.

 

 

 

 

 

 

    Sayuri was nine-months-old going on ten, the daughter of friends of a friend.

 The purpose of my visit was to see if and how Sayuri would interact with a realistically textured, 3d rendered image file of a female torso stored on my laptop. The image would surely lead to some kind of interesting display of behaviour, I thought. 

 

    At first Sayuri continued playing with her toys, seemingly uninterested in the image, and so I waited. Not too long after, her attention seemed to shift to the coffee table on which my laptop sat, and stirred by curiosity, she began crawling towards it. At the foot of the table, and with her mother's help, Sayuri rose to her feet, and leaning all her weight against the table, began to point and touch the image on the laptop's screen.

 

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S a y u r i ,  2 0 1 6

27 x 22 cm,  Baryta print mounted on aluminium, anodised aluminium frame 

 

 

 

S a y u r i   

2 0 1 6

50 x 40 cm 

 

Baryta print mounted on aluminium,

anodised aluminium frame 

One day

I went to

visit Sayuri.

 

 

Sayuri was nine-months-old going on ten, the daughter of friends of a friend.

 

The purpose of my visit was to see if and how Sayuri would interact with a realistically textured,

3d rendered image file of a female torso stored on my laptop.

 

The image would surely lead to some kind of interesting display of behaviour, I thought. At first Sayuri continued playing with her toys, seemingly uninterested in the image, and so I waited. Not too long after, her attention seemed to shift to the coffee table on which my laptop sat, and stirred by curiosity, she began crawling towards it.

At the foot of the table, and with her mother's help, Sayuri rose to her feet, and leaning all her weight against the table, began to point and touch the image on the laptop's screen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marvelling at her behaviour, I began filling up my camera's memory card.

 

No doubt inspired by the excitement the image appeared to elicit in Sayuri, her parents and I chatted about what impact her generation's dependence on technology might have on their conception of reality and self, and it was during this interval, when staring at the screen that stared back at her, Sayuri leant forward and after a short but considered pause - and to the rattled disbelief of the adults in the room - pressed her mouth against the screen's rendered image of a human breast.

S a y u r i ,  2 0 1 6

 

27 x 22 cm,  Baryta print mounted on aluminium, anodised aluminium frame 

 

 

 

S a y u r i ,  2 0 1 6

 

50 x 40 cm,  Baryta print mounted on aluminium, anodised aluminium frame 

 

 

 

S a y u r i  

2 0 1 6

27 x 22 cm

 

Baryta print mounted on aluminium,

anodised aluminium frame 

 

 

One day I went to visit Sayuri.

 

 

 

 

 

 

    Sayuri was nine-months-old going on ten, the daughter of friends of a friend. The purpose of my visit was to see if and how Sayuri would interact with a realistically textured, 3d rendered image file of a female torso stored on my laptop. The image would surely lead to some kind of interesting display of behaviour, I thought. 

 

    At first Sayuri continued playing with her toys, seemingly uninterested in the image, and so I waited. Not too long after, her attention seemed to shift to the coffee table on which my laptop sat, and stirred by curiosity, she began crawling towards it. At the foot of the table, and with her mother's help, Sayuri rose to her feet, and leaning all her weight against the table, began to point and touch the image on the laptop's screen.

 

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S a y u r i   

 

2 0 1 6

 

27 x 22 cm

 

Baryta prints mounted on aluminium, anodised aluminium frame

 

 

 

 

 

___________________________________

 

 

    Marvelling at her behaviour, I began filling up my camera's memory card.

 

    Moments later and no doubt inspired by the excitement the image appeared to elicit in Sayuri, her parents and I chatted about what impact her generation's dependence on technology might have on their conception of reality and self, and it was during this interval, when staring at the screen that stared back at her, Sayuri leant forward and after a short but considered pause – and to the rattled disbelief of the adults in the room – pressed her mouth against the screen's rendered image of a human breast. ∎

 

 

_________________________________________________

 

 

    Marvelling at her behaviour, I began filling up my camera's memory card.

 

    Moments later and no doubt inspired by the excitement the image appeared to elicit in Sayuri, her parents and I chatted about what impact her generation's dependence on technology might have on their conception of reality and self, and it was during this interval, when staring at the screen that stared back at her, Sayuri leant forward and after a short but considered pause - and to the rattled disbelief of the adults in the room - pressed her mouth against the screen's rendered image of a human breast. ∎