Further, scattered, thoughts on the subject of the visual essay.
An exhibition is the ideal visual essay – or should be, at any rate. This is where the form breathes. An exhibition really needs no words of explanation, but gets them all the same, hovering around the pictures like high summer flies. It is bad enough that pictures should be surrounded by propostero shoddy frames, but all these words too? Why must we be directed so? Let the images play with the images. Leave the words outside.
Words that try to describe images is one thing, but what about images that try to describe words? This was the crime committed by Thomas Stippel in his review of Donna Devoni’s Hotwiring Honolulu. To explore a novel through a succession of images? I wonder if it can be done.