['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is the 211th article in the new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given below]
The
word ‘entirety’ means ‘the whole of something.’ The keyword here is
‘something.’ Any ‘thing’ well defined would yield some contours. There
are lines of one kind or another within which that thing resides and
which help give its name meaning.
Things are named. We see ‘a
chair’ and we know its dimensions. There are lines that define it.
Within these there is ‘chair’. Outside it is ‘not-a-chair.’ And that’s
an ‘entirety,’ the ‘whole’ of the chair.
What is the ‘entirety’
of a mirror, though? Let’s consider a plain, rectangular mirror. The
rectangle gives us the size of the mirror. The glass that reflects is
the mirror. What lies beyond those lines is ‘not-mirror.’ The
properties of this particular object as opposed to a chair or table for
example make it harder to pinpoint ‘entirety.’ That which the mirror
reflects is part of what the mirror is. One might even argue that
mirror-properties compel us to take both object and reflection as being
part of mirror-entirety.
It was Kasun De Silva’s wide-angled
photograph titled ‘The entirety’ that made me reflect on this
interesting word and indeed concept. What is this ‘entirety,’ I
wondered. There’s an entirety that is defined by the frame and it could
be described as ‘the whole of whatever is inside the rectangle.’ Every
photograph and painting or indeed anything that comes in a frame of any
kind is an entirety as per the above definition. We could have an
ant-entirety, a moon-entirety, a face, an eye, two eyes, part-face,
petal or flower, a crowd of people or a section of the gathering or a
single individual. All ‘entireties.’ A grain of sand is as much an
entirety as a universe of any dimensions you wish to imagine.
Entirety,
then, is a play of choice. Kasun’s entirety is legit. It’s a capture
that is a capture-all. Someone else may not even notice this ‘entirety’
perhaps because the focus is on something else or it could so happy that
for someone else ‘entirety’ would be a small part of what Kasun
captured. Accordingly, Kasun’s entirety could be a small part of what
someone else might consider to be all-encompassing.
Kasun has
captured a large expanse. There’s ‘big’ written all over it. It is
certainly not a grain of sand. It is not a chair or table. It is a
mirror in a sense because it reflects Kasun’s preferences. And yet, it
is a black and white photograph and therefore is a creation from which
other colours have been removed.
Someone might argue that Kasun
has compromised or subverted entirety by privileging two colours. On the
other hand, if entirety is a construct then it is as imperfect, as
art-directed as a color capture that dissolves lines, banishes
silhouette, drowns the play of light and shade with a full palette and
so on.
This is ‘entirety’ as far as Kasun is concerned.
Entirety of what, we don’t know. That’s what I find poetic and
liberating in the caption. Kasun says ‘entirety’ and anyone who looks at
it can define it in terms of particular preferences.
A vast
landscape, as mentioned, has 'big' written over it. Big is a close
cousin of Entirety. But then again, this photograph features three
figures, a man, a woman and a child. Family, perhaps. That’s a unit. It
comes framed. It is an 'entirety' or at least persuades us to think of
the universe which to some is ‘family,' all encompassing, complete in
and of itself.
A family, yes, but one which is in size
minuscule when set against water bodies and a seamless sky or rather a
limitlessness ‘contained’ by the inevitable frame and framing that is
‘the entirety’ of the photographing exercise. A family that is a grain
of sand in an entirety whose parameters are as yet unknown or
unknowable. A family that is a grain of sand and yet is an entirety —
that’s another way to put it.
There’s an entire-figure. There’s
an entire-family. There are entire-clouds. There’s a hint of an
entire-sky and an entire-universe. There’s a Kasun-entirety, there’s an
entirety of Kasun’s photography and there’s this, the Kasun-entirety
titled ‘The Entirety.’ The entirety, also, of gratitude to someone who
offered an entirety that was made for reflection. And the ‘entirety’
that is everything that I’ve written about the word.
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