In the The True F. Luck (!) Gallery was the immaculately installed second half of the Oscar Munoz' exhibition. A four screen projection showed the artist's hand painting newspaper obituary portraits in water on sunlit gravestones and as they faded away, he began again.
Over in a corner, on a table with down-projections he continued the process of dissolving photographic images in a sink, but this time in reverse. J stood mesmerised waiting for the blank paper to be pulled out with a fresh face. Simple and gently systematic Munoz makes loss and life seem less absolute and if I was on the edge of thinking some of it repetitive, I stopped myself. With a palm full of water we caught a glimpse of him before it trickled away...Outside we found our own absorbant blocks and brushes to have a go, before the girls went more absolute and soaked them to total darkness. Then on to the thematically appropriate next stop on the tourist trail - Hollywood Cemetery - where we cruised the historic graveyard (amidst it's holly trees) and peered into family tombs. All in sight of the impressive James River.
Hollywood Cemetery
