A narrative arc is a fragile thing. It’s hard to do it right, no matter the medium, so I tend to be wary of narrative exhibitions. Christine Rogers’ spring show The Dream Pool was a selection of photographs presented with notably long wall text composed of personal narrative and historical documents. I spent so much time reading it that I was at Leu Art Gallery for well over an hour, but once I’d finished, I stood back with such awe at what she had done. As a photo show, it was stunning. As a work of literature, it was a revelation.
