Indeed, Mark Morrisoe´s oevre is chaotic.
He tried one thing.
He tried another thing.
To force this chaos into a structure,
as it is done in his monograph
and as it was done in the exhibition I visited
doesn´t do him a favor.
Thus chaos becomes weakness.
Mark Morrisoe´s images don´t need structure.
They trace his search.
and prove his immense capability
For Mark Morrisoe,
photographs never were photographs,
they always were images.
What I see,
is his fortitude.
And I see his tenderness and warmth.
I see his capability for intimacy and friendship.
His images bear the mark
of the inexplicable.
They occupy this space
that might be called: