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Corinne Adams
Atlanta,
Georgia
In the middle of time, there is a special moment when sequential time stops. Unaccountably, an instant is freeze-framed; then the film rolls again at full speed. These photographs speak of that still moment poised between a past that is no longer and a future that is yet to be.
The swinger moves out in space - joyous, flying, free - yet she is bound by the chains that hold her, held down by the arc of the swing, a slave to gravity. At the same time, she soars, yet she is held taut. As she dares to let go, she holds on. Surely, it is a paradox.
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