|Hotel Oracle by Jason Fulford, D.A.P. Press/The Soon Institue|
A series of photographs of the world of some sense or order by Jason Fulford. "Hotel Oracle" is a witty one-person's viewpoint of how the everyday can be so specifically wonderful, or mysterious. As a reader or looker, one allows Fulford take you on a tour of sorts. You don't know the locations and sometimes you presume it is at the same location. But then you noticed that some of the towns here look Asian, and one for instance has Japanese writing - but really we live on one world. At least visually, and to explore without a map is a wonderful thing, but here Fulford takes one on a 'drunken' tour of the dream world. "Hotel Oracle" reminds me of Jean Cocteau's "Orpheus" not because of the style, but just the thought of 'Death' leading a living one into the underworld. It makes sense, but then it also doesn't make sense. "Hotel Oracle" may or may not be a hotel, but i like to think of it as a hotel that is in the head, and somehow Fulford got into my head and is actually having a conversation with me. Am I going mad, or is that what's art all about?