By Lauren Smart
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By Lauren Smart
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By Rachel Watts
Wait a minute.
With respect to Diaz's photography, I would like to proffer another, indeed more accurate paradigm of seeing. Rather than offering to us a visual economy based on a gleaming self-reflection, Diaz gives us an image at once double, opposite and inverted. Instead of mimicking and imitating, the photographic images of Diaz are based on a retinal geography that, in operating something like the retina of the human eye, depicts a world upside down. Instead of suburban tract housing, those neat rows of houses are government housing--either an alternative to or soon-to-be favela barrio--awaiting inhabitation. That bright yellow airplane and Tonka truck in the dirt are not toys. That's a real plane and a real bulldozer. That's not New Deal-inspired or art deco design similar to our own Fair Park in Dallas. That's fascist Argentine architecture from the 1930s.
In keeping with this playful game of distance and measurement, Diaz approaches photography as though an alchemist of the machine, always inventing new ways of capturing images and setting them alight. Each of the three genres of picture-making on view in the house-cum-exhibition space of the gallery--panoramicas, aerial views and night views--reveals the artist's combined fascination with inventing new apparatuses for his camera and the physics of the image in motion. Trained first as an engineer and later as a photographer, the 31-year-old artist is a Leonardo-like impresario of the photographic image, devising a careful space-time-distance formula for each shot. While examples of artistic image-making at its best, Diaz's photographs intimate above all else an apotheosis of the engineer as generator of delectable form.
The panoramicas are small, linear, often urban vignettes showing combinations of residential street frontage and pedestrian and vehicular traffic. Cars and buses become seamless lines of red, yellow and blue interspersed with clear, seemingly straight-shot shop fronts. In "Florida y Cerrito" the blur of moving cars gives way momentarily to the snapshot-like stillness of a corner store. With their stripy and rhythmic play of form and movement, the images bring to mind the photographs and paintings of the Italian Futurists active in the early 20th century. In making these photographs, as with the others on view, Diaz is more interested in process than setup. He is more of a Lucas Samaras, say, than a Jeff Wall. For these long, lithe panoramic views, Diaz built a "strip camera," attached it to his car and adjusted the speed of the film, exposure and the car. Adding yet another layer of effect, Diaz further keeps in mind the distance of surrounding objects, at times tweaking the location of car and camera vis-à-vis street-front objects in order to reap new perspectives. Sometimes the exposure is timed along with the car and the images are shot head-on; other times the exposure runs slower or faster than the car and the images are shot at a 45-degree angle. The result is an array of small visual essays focusing on the fast, roving eye, the common thesis of which is anamorphosis. Anamorphosis--the intentional distortion of objects that implies movement--is an age-old trick in painting, the most readily accessible example of which is Hans Holbein's skewed and melting skull in The Ambassadors (1533). Diaz ratchets up the stakes of anamorphosis for a 21st-century world, making the moving eye the rule of seeing rather than the exception.
Behind the vaguely distorted aerial views of "Aeroclub" and "Barrio" lies yet another far-out and lyrical contraption built by Diaz. In order to make these dream-like images, Diaz attached his camera to a Japanese kite, a Rokkaku. As part of the process, Diaz combines fixedness with movement, establishing the camera's focus and tilted lens in a stationary mode while the machine nevertheless floats above and aloft, every breeze a cause for whim. He releases the shutter from below, by radio transmission. Here, as with the panoramicas, we find the centrality of yet another element in his process, namely chance. While Diaz is a scientist of the apparatus, constantly adjusting and fine-tuning the mathematics of image-making, ultimately his artwork depends on the unforeseen. As with the Surrealist exquisite corpse and John Cage's musical compositions, chance is the deciding force of this work. Odd, however, are the results--that chance could make imagery that is so precise yet ambiguous. "Aeroclub" shows a sharply delineated toy-like yellow plane that pops forth energetically from the green field on which it sits. Similarly, with its deranged yet cutesy duplexes in the guise of Levittown, "Barrio" looks more like an architectural model than a true neighborhood.