Jessica Pierotti's Lake Michigan work is a deliberate rumination on the limits of photography, meditated through a personal connection to the body of water itself. It seems fitting to approach these ideas in this manner - both are vast, both can be imbued with highly subjective significance or just overlooked as an objective entities. Both are complex while seemingly simple on the surface - The Lake is so much more than just the water. Water is malleable, changing to ice or gas and conforming whatever container may hold it, just as photography can adapt to many needs and uses.
Much of Pierotti’s work increasingly is not even photographs, but photo-inspired. Traced line drawing installations (presented at Filter Photo’s show ARGUS) show us the photo, without the photo, and the colored tiles mimic (heavy) pixelization of a photograph of the lake - fields of color that act as minimalistic metaphor for the monotonous expanse of water and land. Enigmatic, yet anonymous enough to not draw attention away from the subject at hand - the photograph (or lack of) itself - The Lake is a perfect backdrop for this endeavor.
Addiction is an insidious monster. As a child of an addict, it’s terrifying that someone could relapse after 23 hard-earned years of sobriety. My father was sober for two years, relapsed horrifically, and has been sober again for eight years. The addiction lurks beneath everything, never truly going away. An addict is never “cured.”
As a child of an addict, I should say that the addiction doesn’t only hurt the addict themselves, but also those around them. For example, PSH’s partner and three small children. The people who die of addiction are so random, so “there but for the Grace of God go I” that it is miraculous my father is still alive, and heartbreaking that those children’s father is not.
Anyone with a loved one suffering from addiction, I can’t stress enough how important it is for you to get help too. Al-Anon is free, and has been immensely helpful for me. It allowed me to feel less alone and to know there are people who understand even the smallest trigger or twist that a parent’s addiction imposes on your life. Many people are there for their partners, their children, their parents — all walks.
The hurt I thought was so unique to me, it turns out, is a pervasive, quiet epidemic. Please don’t let fear keep you from getting help.