Ross Bleckner’s deeply personal camera work travels over the intimate contours of a lover’s body and the pages of his daily newspaper. Collaged and blurred, inverted, enlarged and cropped, the artist juxtaposes paragraphs of newspaper type with pictures that suggest his intent, but stop short of revealing a true purpose. The enigmatic and absurd landslide of images that inundate our daily lives falls across the pages of this book and are mounted like so many strange butterflies on every page. At times, even when we are sure of what is before us, succeeding and opposing images intimate that all is not as it appears. Perhaps the lines of type and lush contours of a torso are a cumulative autobiography-an effort by the artist to suggest that all we reach out to and all we touch is the mirror that becomes us.