Showing posts with label The Giants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Giants. Show all posts

12.08.2010

Imagine

Strawberry Fields - Central Park - New York


Imagine

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
 

11.29.2010

Remembering Avedon

Richard Avedon - SFMoMA 2009

Dr. L wrote a great post about the nude in both fashion and art photography and how the lines have blurred.  She mentioned one of my favorite photographers, Richard Avedon.  I've written about him a bit, so I will spare you of my verbose ramblings on him, but below are a couple of great sites to visit.


The Fraenkel Gallery - This is a great sampling of Avedon's fashion photos, including  the famous Natasha Kinski/snake nude. 

Richard Avedon - Dark and Light - Here is the first of nine segments of the great documentary about Avedon. 

10.08.2010

"God, you artists are a defensive, jealous lot."

Courtney - 100810

"God, you artists are a defensive, jealous lot."
I overheard that during a critique.  It was not directed at me, but it could have been.  As I swim deeper into the art world I am noticing a few common character traits among artists.  The first trait is a sense of self aggrandizing of the artist's work and the second is a jealousy of other artist's success.

As I grew up, my parents showered compliments on anything I created.  They wanted to encourage my creativity.  Every picture I drew was beautiful and every concert I played in was amazing.

The first time I received criticism on my music or art came in ninth grade.  I took both art and band.  Both teachers were trained in their field and were very accomplished in their talents.  Both teachers wanted to encourage us and gave us time to develop, but also made sure to let us know where we could do better.  It was tough hearing the truth, "Karl, sounds like you didn't practice or put much effort into it.  Is that true?"  Tough feedback pissed me off, especially when it was true.

When you take art in college, you had better get used to the critique.  Most students, but not all, are easy on each other.  The professors are much tougher.  Most of the time I admitted the faults of the work and learned how I could do better.  Once in a while though I got defensive and stood up for my art.  "I did it right.  You are seeing it wrong."  That is a common mantra in my mind during critique.  I bet it is the same one for many artists.

As we develop, we grow our own artistic styles.  We choose our tools, tonal palette, media, materials, subject matter, angles, and aesthetic that speaks to and from our artistic soul.  As a tuba player, I live for playing Bach.  I come alive as I play the contrapuntal bass line that completes the harmonies and gives it a foundation for the whole piece and ensemble.  I don't really care for marches since the tubas only exist to keep the rhythm (Except for some of Sousa's marches.  Listen to the tuba line in Stars and Stripes Forever (check out the video at 1:29).  You can also see the great tradition of when the brass (trumpets, trombones, baritones, and tuba) stand up for the last chorus.  I don't know where the tradition started, but it makes the march come alive at the end.)



I know most artists do not find an appreciative audience who truly understand their work.  They continually have to put up with "that's nice" from family and either silence, obscurity or criticism from the public.  With out that support, the artist has only two choices - fight for their art or drop it.  To remain an artist, he/she must fight for it, believe the art is important,  be open to suggestions, but in the end know it is his/her art. 

This self defensive wall is a big challenge in critiques.  It is important to listen to the criticism and decide how to improve the art.  At what point do you say to the the critic, "You just don't get it." ?  When do you defend your art?

This need to believe in the importance of your art pushes most artists into the second issue, creative jealousy.  I've seen this jealousy in myself and others  manifest in different ways.

The first is a jealousy of another artist's work.  Your colleague created something so amazing that you kick yourself for not having done it first.  Maybe he or she was working on something similar to your work but took it to another level or direction and created masterpieces.  I always ask myself, "Why didn't I think of that?"  I feel deflated when I see that and wonder whether I should even try doing my work anymore because it has been done better by another.  I also feel anger since as I begin to feel they took my idea and went further with it.  At some point though I have to realize that unless they actually stole my idea, it is done and I have to learn and move on.

The second type of jealousy comes from seeing others get opportunities and recognition for their work that you feel is no better than your own.   A month or so ago I found out a friend had orchestrated a major multi-artist exhibit and print edition.  She knew I had worked in the same theme with the same exact materials.  For some reason (and to be honest, I haven't asked) I was not considered for the collaboration.  I've seen a few pieces from the collection and know my work is as good or better.  She even notified me about it after it was done (that felt like a deep cut) so I could contact the people involved since I knew a few of them (and that was salt for the cut).

I felt a deep jealousy and anger toward all involved.  I've supported their art and felt betrayed.  After reflecting on it I came to a sadder conclusion.  I wasn't betrayed or purposefully excluded.  I was either forgotten or didn't even pop into the group's consciousness as a consideration.  It wasn't that I was cast to the side - I wasn't even considered.  It may have been my lack of a name in the community or not having enough ties, but in the end I wasn't even noticed.

My friend James is a writer.  He has had a number of essays and short stories published, but his first novel (a truly great read that needs to get published) keeps getting rejected.  James is a bit more zen than I am.  He believes it will get published by the right publisher at the right time.  He has a collection of the rejection letters and plans to burn them when his book gets published.  

This type of jealousy burns deep and I have to figure out how to deal with it in healthier way like James does.  He believes in his novel and knows it will get out there when the right opportunity opens up and he seizes it.

After reflecting on these two traits, my belief in the following statements grows deeper.  The last three I learned from Duane Michals.  I don't know where the first came from.
1. Luck is when opportunity meets ability.
2.  Nobody really gives a fuck about you, it is up to you to make your art important. 
3.  Don't go against your intuition.
4.  Two choices in life - doing it or becoming bullshit.

9.27.2010

Simple lessons need no words

Los Angeles - Robert Frank


I found this little video by accident.  Its little message about the meaning of life needs no words.  Please watch it to the end and share your comments and thoughts. 


Fallen from Sascha Geddert on Vimeo.

9.15.2010

John and Paul - the power of two... who was the muse?

My Dynamic Duo

It is a crazy day in my life.  Work, photography, life.  They all are sucking my time.  I took a moment to read the first segment on a new series at Slate.com on the power of creative pairings.  The first dynamic duo they look at is Paul McCartney and John Lennon.  Please read it before going on with this post.

I find it fascinating how both added so much and needed so much from their relationship.  They both needed to be in charge, but they did it in different ways.  The quote from Mick Jagger about why he and Keith have worked together for so long while John and Paul split is also very interesting.  The writer of the series also asks if dynamic pairs' relationships must have extended longevity.  For some, Mick and Keith, yes.  For John and Paul, no. 

I think that is true of all types of relationships.  Some of the best friendships, romantic relationships, etc., I've enjoyed were short lived.  On the other hand, I do love the long lasting ones too.  I am glad I haven't had too many powerful relationships that ended way too soon or lasted way too long.   I am like Goldilocks, I want the one that is just right.

Now back to dynamic duos.  Many in the art community write about muses.  I've had a few.  Almost every model I've been blessed to work with were my muses.  Some of those relationships lasted a few hours, others are still inspiring.  Maybe after reading this article and hopefully the whole series, I will have a new appreciation for the creative relationship that the arts give us.  So, here is the question I have about John and Paul's relationship, who was the muse?  I think it was Paul.

8.08.2010

Post Fine Art Nude - A self-serving post


Sail on silver girl, sail on by


Sail on Silver Girl,
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
- Paul Simon

When I think of the original photography masters of the fine art nude I can come up with a list of the iconic legends.  I know I am missing a few big ones, but here are the ones I thought of first.
  • Edward Weston
  • Brett Weston
  • Ruth Bernhard
  • Imogen Cunningham

Likewise, it is not hard to list a few contemporary fine art nude photographers.
  • Stephen Haynes
  • Kim Weston
  • David Swanson
  • Carrie Leigh

Most of the names listed in the first group were key artists in the modern art movement of the first two thirds of the 20th century.  The modern art photographers' work emphasized the following key elements:
  • The technically perfect print
  • Aesthetic beauty
  • Accenting texture, curve, line, shadow and contrast.
  • Or as Wikipedia says, ...Modern artists experimented with new ways of seeing and with fresh ideas about the nature of materials and functions of art. A tendency toward abstraction is characteristic of much modern art."

There are many other key elements and I am undervaluing their work by not mentioning them.  Their work, combined with non-nude photographers like Ansel Adams, defined the look of the artistic black and white print.  This value and aesthetic still grips art today and can be seen in the works of the second group I mentioned, even if their outputs are in color.

Starting in the late 1950's, some say with  Robert Frank either ending it, bridging the divide, or starting the postmodern movement, the modern art movement began to be pushed aside.   According to Wikipedia:
Postmodern art is a term used to describe an art movement which was thought to be in contradiction to some aspect of modernism, or to have emerged or developed in its aftermath. In general, movements such as Intermedia, Installation art, Conceptual Art and Multimedia, particularly involving video are described as postmodern. The traits associated with the use of the term postmodern in art include bricolage, use of words prominently as the central artistic element, collage, simplification, appropriation, depiction of consumer or popular culture and Performance art.


A part of this movement I am finding important in my continued artistic growth is the growing away from the absolute aesthetic perfection of the fine print and moving toward works that have deeper conceptual meaning and purpose for me.  Maybe I am starting to grow up into my art, and not another artist's.

Over the years I went through my photography phases where I tried to take photos like those I admired.  Some of these phases were the National Geographic phase, the Ansel Adams phase (I have a photo of a sunrise on the Grand Tetons over looking the Snake River that I took in the same spot as Adams did hanging in my bathroom),  and the Edward Weston phase.  I took a few private classes with Kim Weston and learned so much about the aesthetic of the fine art print and the hard work to create it.  I photographed my first nude model during the first session.  One of those prints is hanging in my home office right behind me.  I truly appreciate what I learned during those phases.  It is now time to move on.

When I photographed Leila, I unknowingly wanted to go beyond the classic fine art nude.  I created a few fine art nudes with her, but also some images that had a deeper meaning to me.  Those early attempts were crude, at best.

I really felt the change when I worked with Candace.  I shot many images that fit the classic fine art nude and were beautiful, but I also experimented with projected imagery.  I found some of them were very good and believe that was the moment I wanted to get away from creating images of pure aesthetic beauty celebrating the lines, curves, shapes and shadows of the feminine form.  I wanted more from my photos.

Since then I've been trying to avoid creating my versions of the modern movements classics.  I love and respect those styles, but they are not my cup of tea to create anymore (although one or two on the side are fun).  While I still find beauty in them, I feel my art needs more to it than that style offers me.

Much of the work I created in New York is getting closer to what I want.  Both Moon and Valya blessed me with their artistic beauty to help me with it.  The city itself blessed me with sharing its little and large treasures.  I am excited about this push away from my prior "pretty pictures" to making things that have a bit more narrative and personal purpose in them.  Not all my stuff is good, but is better for me.

7.26.2010

Culling the Herd - Part One


Part I - Excuse me, are you going to use that?

One of the hardest parts of photography for me is the reduction process.  I've heard it called "culling the herd"," redaction", "thinning the forest", or "deductive selection."  I think of it starting out feeling like a hair cut and ending with it stinging like dozens of little skin biopsies.

In A.D. Coleman's essay, "On Redaction - Heaps and Wholes, or, Who Empties the Circular File?" from his book Depth of Field -Essays on Photography, Mass Media, and Lens Culture.  He argues for the absolute necessity of this discipline in photography and art. 

For most workers, the ratio of potential images (negatives) to actualized images (prints) is low, as is the ratio of images actualized minimally (as contact and/or work prints) to images approved by the maker for public presentation via exhibition, publication, or other vehicle.

The question of redaction - of "putting in shape for publication"- is therefore a crucial one.  To use a distinction from general systems theory, redaction is what transforms a quantity of images from a heap to a whole.  The ability to redact is a hallmark of artistic maturity.  As the photographer Lonny Shavelson has said, "Photography is about editing.  If you don't edit your own work, you're not a photographer." (Emphasis by original author)

All photographers must go through their images and throw out the ones that don't work.  The first 60% are usually pretty easy for me.  I may feel a little sadness that the image failed and I missed something special, but my heart knows it has to go.

The next 25% feel a bit more personal and painful, kind of like plucking my eyebrows.  I tell myself those are the images I can come back to some day and make something else with even though I almost never do.

The final 10-14% eliminated are very painful.  By that time I've spent hours working on them and trying to either print (if from a negative) or edit (digital) them into something magic.  At some point though I realize  there are not enough tricks up my sleeve to save the image.  It has some fatal flaw I recognize that keeps it from making the final selection.  Each discarded image feels like a chunk of my flesh was ripped off and leaves me raw for a while. 

Why must I put myself through this artistic pain?  Why not just put them all out there and let the viewer decide?  The answer is simple, dilution.  If I put out too many similar images from the same series, they become diluted and the overall punch of the series is diminishes.  The photos taken before and after the prime shot may be very good, but as a set, they can reduce the beauty of the prime one and bring the set down.


Twelve significant photographs in any one year is a good crop. - Ansel Adams

Robert Frank had to do this.  He took over 28,000 photos for his The Americans book.  In the end,  Frank chose just 84 images to show his vision.  That means he discarded 99.7% of his photos to get to his finished product.  At a retrospective of his work last year at the SF MoMA, I saw some of his contact sheets from the series.  I could tell which ones were instantly tossed, which were ok, but should be tossed, which had potential, and which one was the "it" photo.  It would have been painful to make those decisions though because so many could have been "it."  As painful as that may have been for Frank, I doubt he could have done any better than the ones he selected.  He gave us a gift of his sacrifice.  He reduced down to a perfect set of photos that will always represent a perfect set.

As I've mentioned many times before, I don't like the photos taken by Diane Arbus.  Someday I will elaborate on why in a formal criticism of her work.  For now though, let it be simply stated I don't like her photos.  With that said though, there are some aspects of her artistic discipline I deeply respect.  I envy her ability to "cull the heard" down to about 80 or so photos that represent her body of work.  She may have had more if she had not taken her life at the young age of 48, but to have kept her total count that low is true dedication to ensuring only her best work got out there.  Each photo is an iconic representation of her work and is recognizable to the photographic arts community as hers.   I respect her passion to controlling which photos were good enough to share her name.

During the photo shoot I build a pile of images.  During the first review, I begin the reduction of the pile to find the right ones.  Sometimes I get a few true gems. Other times I get no gems.  Either way, I must make sure that my work meets my standards of my artistic vision.  It isn't easy.  If it was, everyone would be an artist.  This leads into my next post...

Part II  - Thinning the "Pixel Forest"*
Why artistic/photographic redaction is more important now than ever before. 

* The term Pixel Forest  comes from a great set of writings by friend Dr. L.  Please read her writing about the digital world we cohabitate.  She sums up the ethereal digital world perfectly.

7.23.2010

Portland, Oregon

Moments





This morning I listened to the duet "Portland, Oregon" from Loretta Lynn's Van Lear Rose album featuring Jack White on guitar and vocals.  This song makes me smile for many reasons,- the location, themes, Jack's guitar and voice talent mixing with Loretta's, and what I know of both performers.

Location 
I've been to Portland many times.  It is a clean, progressive city in the northwest tip of Oregon.  It  is flanked by Mount Hood to the east.  The Columbia River forms the city's northern boundary.   Most  days seem to be overcast and gray, but the rare sunny days are true beautiful gifts.

In the mid 2000's, Portland boasted having more strip clubs per-capita than any other US city.  Most of these strip clubs are small "ma and pa" establishments.  The performers tend to move away from the typical strip routines and perform more burlesque or performance art pieces that have strong erotic content set to individual sound tracks.  In other words, they aren't just stripping off pink thongs to a Bon Jovi song.

Portland quiets down after midnight.  It becomes a quiet city under rainy skies.  I've spent a few nights there in a hotel's bar.  The bar in the video is not much different than the ones I patronized.  They are kind of empty and full of solitary people who want something more for the night. 

Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is

 Well I lost my heart it didn't take no time
But that ain't all. I lost my mind in Oregon

Themes
I imagine this song is about two people visiting the city separately, but finding each other over drinks.  For reasons that may be both right and wrong, they extend their night together until the next day.  They are reflecting back on it with a smile.  They know it was one night "party" with each other and may feel a small bit of regret, but mostly a fond one-time memory.


In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin' in fast she was takin' it slow
Well I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me
I knew right then we were playin' free in Oregon
Performers
In my opinion there are two types of female voices in classic country music.  The first is the angelic pure voice that melts your heart with its beauty.  Patsy Cline had this type of voice and style.   Listen to her sing "Crazy" to hear the purity of tone and the beauty she shared.

 

The second type is the sultry and worn voice.  Where the first type melts your heart, the second either stokes your heart's arousal or breaks it from the sadness of the singer's story.  These voices may have been tempered by smoking, whiskey, and over expression to create that mix of eros, pathos, despair, dark night clubs, and broken marriages, Loretta Lynn has the second type of voice.

Loretta Lynn is a country music legend.  Her autobiography, Coal Miner's Daughter,  was made into a Oscar winning movie.  Lynn's library of country music has too many themes and styles to list here.  Combined, they show how she has lived a full life and sang about it.  The memories may be good, bad, old, or new.

Jack White was the singer and guitarist for the Detroit neo-punk blues band The White Stripes.  White's music is known for his hard, bluesy guitar playing and solos that are both technically and musically amazing.  His lyrics tend to be dark and reminiscent of childhood, relationships, and his perceptions of them.  I saw The White Stripes in 2005 and it was the best concert I've attended.

Portland, Oregon starts with White's high-pitched, fast, pizzicato guitar lick that sounds like a humming bird's heart.  It is a mix of blues, country, and flamenco guitar styles that provides the feeling of growing interest, excitement, and buzz of the night, yet slightly deadened by the alcohol fueling the moment.  After White's solo, the tempo slows down and he slowly strums a repeated string of notes as other instruments join in.  They speed the tempo up again and grow in volume right before the singing starts.

When you combine both of them, their duet takes on a new life.  You can hear Jack's young male voice (he is 35 years old) mix with Loretta's sultry experienced female voice (she is 75).  To me, they show his young, brash yet shy, eagerness and her wizened yet quiet desire to make the night one to remember.  They both sing and perform very well to their respective roles in the song. 

White and Lynn then take turns singing individually and ending the song together as they sing the songs final lines: 
Well sloe gin fizz works might fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass
Hey bartender before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go

And a pitcher to go [repeat]
This is not an important song in the annals of music.  It doesn't tell an important story or share deep parts of the human psyche.  It is a short story of a short moment in two people's lives.  It does not idealize or romanticize the night, it tells the story and alludes to the role of alcohol, location, and opportunity in making the night go its path.


Portland, Oregon
Loretta Lynn and Jack White


Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is
Well I lost my heart it didn't take no time
But that ain't all. I lost my mind in Oregon


In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin' in fast she was takin' it slow
Well I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me
I knew right then we were playin' free in Oregon


Next day we knew last night got drunk
But we loved enough for the both of us
In the morning when the night had sobered up
It was much too late for the both of us in Oregon


Well sloe gin fizz works might fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass
Hey bartender before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go


And a pitcher to go [repeat]

7.14.2010

My Moonrise, My Citizen Kane?

Movie Still from Citizen Kane

Moonrise Over Hernandez, NM - Ansel Adams
Ansel Adams had Moonrise over Hernandez. Edward Weston had Pepper Number 30.  Richard Avedon had Dovima with Elephants. Orson Wells had Citizen Kane.   I have Yin and Yang.  I do not list these giant's iconic photos and movie and my work as being on par in quality and beauty, but to share what they may all have in common.  For most viewers they are the single piece of art everyone identifies with their creator.

I wrote a short post last night about which photos models choose to use from our work together.  At the top I put the photo Leila uses in her Model Mayhem portfolio, Yin and Yang.  My friend UL wrote a comment about the post and the image.
Yin and Yang
The one you posted here is one of my all-time favorites of yours. I like the yin-yang of it, and the beauty of the alabaster bodies against the black. Stunning and somehow pleasing to the psyche.

Others have written:
stunning b&w. love the emotions - Drusilla Killswitch @ Model Mayhem
This is one of the greatest shots I have seen on MM - Digiphotoarte @ Model Mayhem
 One even wrote a poem for the photo and posted it as part of their critique.
A snowflake
on midnight's window
spirals around my centre
stirs the vortex of my desire.

Wonderful entwining of human forms here - love how one body merges into the other in Geminesque balance.
- Jac at Photosig.com
I appreciate all of the comments and compliments of this photo.  This is a special image for me and I am proud of it.  When Leila, Hana and I created it in 2004, I was standing on a ladder above them as they lay on a black rug.  As with almost all of my photos, I spent little time staging since I am not too particular with every detail meeting some predefined concept in my head.  This moment and the pose lasted one or two photos before the models moved a bit to a new pose.  The whole thing took maybe forty seconds.  I mention this because part of the success of the image was serendipity.
Dovima with Elephants - Richard Avedon

Yin and Yang has a rich aesthetic beauty for me.  As UL wrote, "Stunning and somehow pleasing to the psyche."  I agree and I like that description.  It is a relaxing piece to look at, but does it have much more than that?

I believe Yin and Yang lacks complex meaning.   I have many other photos I think are more important including some recent work from New York, Nevada, and Rome.  They make me stop and think.  I want to explore them and discern what they mean to me as the creator of them and also who I am.  I seek the deeper meaning with them as they get under my skin and make me think.  Yin and Yang does not do that for me as either a creator or a viewer of it.

Maybe I have to accept Yin and Yang, and how it reflects on me, in two different ways.  First, not all of my art has to be about something.  It doesn't have to carve deep into my psyche and share truths about existential issues.  Yin and Yang can exist to simply celebrate beauty and aesthetic.  Second, even with its success I have not pigeon-holed my art into making all my images like it.  I am not Anne Geddes.  While I have pride in that photo, I am free to make what I want and not be limited to cloning prior success.  I have to remember Walker Evans may be remembered for his Share Cropper photo series, but my favorite photos of his came from his late-in-life experiments with Polaroid cameras.


Walker Evans - Polaroid
Walker Evans - Polaroid

Walker Evans - Polaroid

6.09.2010

Dennis Hopper - RIP

Dennis Hopper (l )  Peter Fonda (r) Movie Sill from Easy Rider


Dennis Hopper died a couple of weeks ago from cancer.  He was 74.  The first time I saw Dennis Hopper was while watching the movie he directed and acted in, Easy Rider.  Even though many liked Peter Fonda's character, I always understood and related to Hopper's character better.  Hopper was  a great photographer and artist in multiple genres.  Maybe his broad creation and appreciation for art is one of the reasons I am saddened by his passing.

Hopper was not a perfect man.  He had drug and alcohol addictions, anger problems, was micro-managerial over artistic vision, was obstinate, opinionated, and an egotist.  He  burned bridges and almost destroyed his career multiple times in multiple ways.  Through it all, he lived his life with a need to escape being ordinary.  His path may not have always been true, fruitful, or even that good artistically, but he was willing to reinvent himself and go about his life in another direction.  I respect that brave sense of self-renewal.

"Drugs can work for you, but at one point you work for them." - Dennis Hopper
Paul Newman - Dennis Hopper
Hopper attended the Actor's Studio with all the other great method actors of his time.  It is amazing how I can watch a movie staring him or other *Actor's Studio alumni and see a depth to their craft that many current movie stars lack.  Hopper had this depth of talent as well.  Whether he was playing a biker seeking freedom in Easy Rider, an avenging, homicidal bomb-making ex-cop (Speed), or a stoned reporter in Vietnam (Apocalypse Now), he always had a unique edge and depth that made you want to learn more about his character. 

Much of Hopper's early acting craft came from working with James Dean on Rebel without a Cause.  In a 1990 interview** with Hopper, he shared that Dean told him with acting, "Do things.  Don't act like you are having a drink, have a drink.  Don't indicate, react.  If in the part you are supposed to open the door and someone is there with a gun, react to the gun like you didn't know it was there.  The moment is the reality.  Never anticipate what the next moment will hold."

"Photography is not like painting," Henri Cartier-Bresson told the Washington Post in 1957. "There is a creative fraction of a second when you are taking a picture. Your eye must see a composition or an expression that life itself offers you, and you must know with intuition when to click the camera. That is the moment the photographer is creative," he said. "Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever. " -Wikipedia (emphasis by me)
As a photographer, Hopper appreciated Henri Cartier Bresson's concept of the Decisive Moment. Look at Hopper's photo, Biker Couple.  In that one instant, he captured all the youth and disillusionment in those two and their relationship.   When watching his acting, you can tell that he was living as that character at that moment.  In each moment, his character "... never anticpate(d) what the next moment (would) hold."

Biker Couple - 1961 Dennis Hopper

This is a key element of both his and my art.  The moment is the reality, even if we are creating it.  We create and capture the decisive moment when we trip the camera's shutter.  Life went on before that moment and continued after, but something made us need to capture that moment.

I've written before about the fermata, a controlled pause in music,  In photography, all that is important is  what is photographed in that fraction of a second.  Nothing else matters except what we saw and knew to be the defining or decisive moment we just captured.

Dennis Hopper understood the value of the moment, whether in a role, painting, or photo.  In many ways he lived his life that way too.  The moment was where he lived.  Thanks for sharing it with us.




Great quote from Easy Rider that summed up the whole point of the movie.
"It's not who you boys are or what you look like, it's what you represent that scares these people." George, played by Jack Nicholson - Easy Rider

Below are a few references, photo essays, video clips, and deeper reads.    I recommend them all.
Slate/Magnum Photos

Retracing Early Rider  after 40 Years
* Karl Malden, Steve McQueen, Beatrice Arthur, Rod Steiger, Marlon Brando, James Dean, Anne Bancroft, and many more. 
** Fresh Air interviews with Dennis Hopper from 1990 and 1996

One important note about these videos from Easy Rider.  Hopper was one of the first directors to use complete contemporary songs as a part of the movie and then match the scene cuts to the music.  He attributes this style to what he saw on TV commercials.  Maybe this was a forefather to music videos?  Hopper thought so.


The Weight - Easy Rider 

Easy Rider - Born to be Wild Opening Credits.

4.22.2010

A Montana Soap Opera

Site of the Moment - Going by at 80MPH

While driving around Montana, almost every historic landmark records the location’s importance to one of three events in the state’s history:
I grew up in the south central part of the state in Billings.  Billings had all three of these historical events happen in close proximity to it. Custer and his cavalry were wiped out about 50 miles to the southeast. Chief Joseph and his tribe had a minor skirmish near the town of Laurel, about 20 miles west. William Clark, Sacagawea, and a portion of the Corp of Discovery came down the Yellowstone River that flows along the south side of the city on their way back east.

Of all three, I’ve studied the Lewis and Clark expedition the most and feel a deep sense of pride of living in the area they explored. Their mission was to explore the Louisiana Purchase and find a Northwest water passage from the Mississippi to the Pacific Ocean. While everyone on the entire trip is worth learning about, my hero of the expedition was Sacagawea and I want to write about her today.

Sacagawea was a Shoshone woman who was kidnapped as a child by the Sioux Indians. When she was a young teenager, a French trapper named Charbonneau won her in a game of chance.  By the time she was fifteen, she had married him and was pregnant when they met Lewis and Clark in current North Dakota during the first winter of their expedition.

Lewis and Clark hired Charbonneau as a guide for the next year’s trek to the Pacific. Charbonneau was a lousy guide and worthless to the expedition.  Sacagawea became a leader, guide, naturalist, interpreter and many-time savior of the expedition while taking care of her newborn son.

One of Sacagawea’s first heroic actions was when she calmly rescued the provisions, scientific equipment, journals and other essential items that had fallen into the Missouri River after her husband’s boat had tipped. Without her quiet determination, much of the important information of the trip would have floated away.

The expedition met other Indian tribes along the trail. Almost all of these interactions were peaceful due to the fact that the local tribes felt the group must be peaceful since they brought a woman along and that she was the interpreter.

While every day was part of the soap opera, the story grew more and more intense as they tried to find a water way over the Rocky Mountains of current Montana. They kept going up the Missouri to its headwaters and then up the rivers that joined to create that river at current Three Forks. They were running out of summer days and knew the winter snows were coming soon. If they did not get over the mountains before the snow fell, they would have to survive the winter in Montana. They did not have the provisions, lodging or other key items to do it though.

At the most desperate moment when they were at the end of the one of the tributaries, they saw some Shoshone braves on a hill. The braves reluctantly invited the explorers back to their camp. As the expedition and the tribal leaders sat around a fire, Lewis and Clark tried requesting help getting more supplies and information about getting over the mountains. Even with Sacagawea’s interpretive help, things weren’t going well.

At one point, Sacagawea became quiet, started shaking and crying as she looked at the Shoshone chief Cameahwait.  She suddenly sprang up, calling his name, hugging him and crying. He looked at her and started crying and hugging her. She had found her brother… the only surviving member of her family from the time she was kidnapped.

With that warm bond restored, the Shoshone offered horses, supplies and a guide for trade to help them get over the mountains. Due to this help, the expedition barely made it to the Pacific before winter.

Now is that the ultimate soap opera moment or what? All was about to be lost and through the love of brother and sister reunited, all was saved. Every time I think of that moment, I imagine being there and witnessing how the moment changed history in the instant.

Sacagawea helped the expedition the whole way. While Lewis and Clark loved and respected her and often treated her as an equal, it was not easy for the fifteen year old woman. At the end of the trip, she and Charbonneau were released from their contract. Sadly, she died almost a decade later.

The location of the family reunion is now under the Clark Reservoir in southwestern Montana. I drove by it on Sunday and remembered the history lesson this place held. Never underestimate the importance of anyone. She or he may become the most important person instantly.

If you want to learn more about the Lewis and Clark expedition, I suggest watching Ken Burn’s excellent documentary about them. Much of it was beautifully filmed in Montana and the story he shares is well worth it.

11.20.2009

Avedon Bonus Post



Here is a good documentary titled, American Masters - Richard Avedon: Darkness and Light divided into 9 parts on YouTube.

Here you go.

Here is a link with all nine videos.

http://www.youtube.com/user/mikebridge#p/u

Goodbye Mr. Avedon

Richard Avedon - Self Portrait
Photo of photo by Karl

Last night I went to the SF MOMA to see the Avedon exhibit one more time. The exhibit ends November 29th. Since it opened early last summer, I've been to it five times. The first time I saw it was my favorite since the Robert Frank - The Americans exhibit was up at the same time.

It has been a good year at the SF MOMA for photography. They started with an Ansel Adams/Georgia O'Keefe exhibit, then the Frank and Avedon exhibits as well. They also have a great exhibit of post WW2 transgressive Japanese photography that is amazing. This is on top of all the other exhibits, including their permanent collection.

Los Angeles
Photo by Robert Frank

A few more words about the Avedon exhibit. His photos are amazing, but it is his story that adds so much more. One thing I learned about portrait photography from watching a documentary about him is, don't piss off your portrait photographer.

Duke and Duchess of Windsor
Photo by Richard Avedon

In this famous image of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, you can see he did not capture their elegant royalty. He felt they were anti-semitic, and elitist. Earlier in the session, he took traditional photos of them and their dogs. He learned they were very close to their dogs.

When he was focusing on them and about to take a shot, he told them he apologized for being sad because on the way to that shoot, his taxi ran over a dog (a lie). He then took that photo a few seconds later showing their reaction.

In the same documentary, he talks about the role of the subject and the photographer.

I am in control. You are there. I can't do it myself, but it is my view.

If you look at his portraits and watched him work, you could tell that was his philosophy. Don't piss off your photographer, if he was Avedon.

Another Avedon quote:

Photographers are the new writer.

Are we capturing the new literature through our lens? Interesting idea. For me, photography can document something, but the room for individual interpretation is too great. Written communication is far more precise.

Zampa Bridge
Photo by Karl


11.03.2009

Ayn and Rush

Mollee Noir
Photo by Karl

I just read an article about two new biographies of Ayn Rand. Here is the link to it, I highly recommend you read it. It opened my eyes to a line of thought I had never considered, detesting and hating the masses.

Rand was someone I think I read in my first set of undergrad years, but chose not to pay attention to because I was probable wanting sex and trying to be social. Since then, I've heard her name dropped and knew she was a 20th century figure, but to be honest, she could have been a feminist, a Marxist, Taoist, or proponent of locavore eating for all I knew.

After reading the article, I now see why some of the ultra-conservatives like Limbaugh are flocking to her writings.She espoused the superiority of the rich and powerful and shared her disdain for the common folk. The rich and powerful are the true higher beings that are being impeded by the masses who are parasites living off of them.

After learning a little about Rand's life, I can see how she formed these ideas. I was not shocked that she had a groupie following that was almost a cult. It now sounds like she has a new set of groupies, the American Conservatives.

Can Color be Noir????
Photo by Karl

Atlas Shrugged sounds interesting. America's wealthy go on strike because they are tired of being taxed and supporting the masses. I recently heard that Ralph Nader published a novel, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us! where America's super wealthy and powerful do the opposite. They combine their powers and wealth to fix systems in the American social infrastructure that the government is not able to remedy. Here is a link to a New Yorker article about Nader's new book.

I am tempted to go to the library (which I am sure she detested since it loaned out her books for free to the common people) and check out Atlas Shrugged. Maybe it is time for me to grow up and learn a bit more about the influential literature of the world, even if I disagree with it. On the other hand, maybe desiring and having sex would be a more productive weekend plan.

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PHOTO NOTES - More Mollee shots. The assignment was Noir with four lights. I don't think this photo quite captured it, especially with the blown-out highlights of the left side of her face. I will post the Noir photo I chose to submit in a future post. It is completely different.

10.04.2009

The Self

A Glance into My Views
Photo by SB

Every photography class requires the photographer to take a self portrait. Grrrr... If I wanted to be the subject of my photos, I would be. Many greats (like Cindy Sherman) have created great art using themselves as a subject.

Sherman's photos are a great study into the stereotypes/archetypes of feminine roles. I really like her photos as a collection because they make me think of how I view women. By using her own vision of the model personified in herself, she created some timeless studies into feminist themes.

I am not Cindy Sherman. I don't mind others taking photos of me, but I don't enjoy seeing the photos. I don't know how to pose. I don't believe in myself as a subject in front of the camera. Maybe it is a control issue, I don't know.

Most of my self portraits are allegorical or representational with out me in them. Since this is a portrait class, those cheap escapes wont work. I have to be in them.

I studied under Kim Weston (Edward's grandson) for a little while. He once said that a photographer who takes photos of nudes, should themselves be photographed nude. This helps them feel both the trepidations and freedoms of the moment. I wont have time to lose the fifteen or twenty pounds I need to re-lose before doing that. I will need to figure out a way to capture me that I will appreciate.

For the future, I am thinking of experimenting with creating the male version of Cindy Sherman's work and create images of male stereotypes/archetypes. Before that though, I need to photograph some beautiful women again.


Photo note: Photo of and by Cindy Sherman is untitled. Top photo was a fun "self-portrait" to make.

9.01.2009

Two Kennedys

The Kennedy Brothers
Photo: The John F. Kennedy Presidential Library, Boston

Edward Kennedy

I admit not knowing too much about Edward Kennedy prior to his cancer diagnosis. I knew and supported some of his politics, and knew about his dark history as well. I respect him because he was a flawed person who tried to do better.

The day after his death, NPR was eulogizing him and told a story of when President Reagan nominated Robert Bork to the Supreme Court. Immediately following the announcement of Bork's nomination on July 1, 1987, Senator Kennedy took to the floor of the Senate to say:
Robert Bork's America is a land in which women would be forced into back-alley abortions, blacks would sit at segregated lunch counters, rogue police could break down citizens' doors in midnight raids, schoolchildren could not be taught about evolution, writers and artists could be censored at the whim of the Government, and the doors of the Federal courts would be shut on the fingers of millions of citizens for whom the judiciary is -- and is often the only -- protector of the individual rights that are the heart of our democracy.... (highlighted for emphasis)
It has been a while since I heard a politician defend artists from censorship.

Robert Kennedy

I am two degrees separated from Robert Kennedy. In the late spring of 1968, my mom met him after a campaign speech in Pocatello, ID. She said she shook his hand, introduced herself and told him she was a public health nurse. He gave her the Kennedy smile and started to talk about nurses and.... she did not hear a word he said because she was instantly infatuated with him. She said she was a gushing school girl with a big crush. Mom also said that if he had asked, she would have ran off with him to elope.

As an epilogue to that little story: Kennedy was killed less than couple of weeks later. I was born nine months later. I know I am not an illegitimate Kennedy, but I bet my mom was in a loving mindset from meeting him.

8.24.2009

How the Mighty...

Arnold Schwarzenegger Smoking Manly Cigar
Photograph by Annie Leibovitz

I just read that Annie Leibovitz is $24,000,000 in debt and may lose her photos if she can't pay her creditors. Ouch. I really like her work.

Annie Bio

Story about Annie's financial woes.


The photo above is one of my favorites of hers. For better and for worse, he is my governor. I think she captured his essence in this photo.

8.14.2009

Prerequisites and Post Modernity

Dunes Oceano, 1936
Edward Weston

Below is a comment by UL in her blog's post on Defining Art and Erotica. What Dr. L says about the "prerequisite" pretty much summarizes one of the core philosophies of the Post Modern movement.

I am going to say something that will be very dangerous because it will affront some - but we should just assume technical greatness as a PREREQUISITE for great photographic art. The technical cannot in and of itself create great art. The great art comes from what you talk about, Joe - the ability to evoke a reaction, an emotion, to SAY something, to resonate, to stay in minds and hearts.

I learned some interesting things from my photography teacher this summer. We were looking at photos in SF MOMA of the contrast between life in southern Spain and just across the Straits of Gibraltar in northern Africa. She asked me what I thought of them. Having spent time in that part of Spain, I appreciated seeing the life of it again. She then asked, "How about the technical aspects?"

I hemmed and hawed because I did not want to say, "Overexposed, poorly printed and the colors are kind of flat. They look like snapshots." I thought that if it was in a museum, it must be good and my impressions must be wrong. I told her a mild version, something like, "I don't get why he overexposed the photos and printed them like this."

"Because his technique is bad." was her reply.

"Maybe the message of the photos is more important than the quality of the print." I said.

She looked at the photo once more and nodded. "He does convey the message well. That is what makes it post modern." she responded before we went to the next photo.

Beth, my instructor, is an amazing woman. She is a brilliant photographer with an amazing artistic sense of capturing the quietness of scenes so that you can feel it. Her photos are post-modern. She also knows art and art history. I guess that is why she is teaching Art and Photography.

I learned two key things from her that day. First, one of the major philosophical differences between modern and post modern art. Second, it is OK to be critical of work in a museum.



Wall Street, 1915
Paul Strand

Through Ansel Adams, Paul Strand, Edward Weston, Imogen Cunningham, Ruth Bernhard, and many other masters of the photographic Modern movement, we learned of the true art of technical greatness to create amazing beauty. Look at their works. The technical aspects of contrast, composition, print quality and many other areas defined what an art print should strive for. They created art to capture the beauty of the subject without using the painting art techniques of the earlier Pictorialist photographers. These men and women pioneered the fine art print.
Drug Store, Detroit
Photo by Robert Frank

The post modernists though felt the subject of the photo is more important than the print. Robert Frank's prints were very good, but a bit rough compared to those before him. He cared about the people he photographed and wanted to tell their story as art. His book, The Americans, is considered by some to be the last Modern Art book, by others as the first major Post-Modern Art book, and by yet others as the bridge between the two. Follow this link for my in-depth look into Frank's work.

Andy Warhol believed there were enough photos out there. Why create more? Take an existing one and make it say something new about the subject.

Unknown Warhol Piece at the New York Museum of Modern Art
Photo by SB

In every lower-level photography class or workshop I've attended, there is always one of them. The student that has a beat up simple camera, usually with a light leak. They can barely afford paper to print on so they do not make many test strips or trial prints. When they are done and present their photos for critique, you can easily see the haste and thriftiness of their technique is evident. That doesn't matter. The photo they took is art and speaks to your soul. As Dr. L said, "the ability to evoke a reaction, an emotion, to SAY something, to resonate, to stay in minds and hearts." They did that.

I agree with Dr. L that in today's art world, mastery of technique is expected. I strive for print quality and try to implement good composition, appropriate contrast, and other artistic components to my photos. I feel for my art technical quality is a mandatory part or its success.

On the other hand, sometimes technical quality is not needed. It is "the ability to evoke a reaction, an emotion, to SAY something..." that makes it art. It is the soul of the image that makes it art, not necessarily the technique.

"... the ability to evoke a reaction, an emotion, to SAY something, to resonate, to stay in minds and hearts." I think that is one of the things that separates erotic art photos from porn. I will write more on that another time.

PHOTO NOTES - Paul Strand's Wall Street gives me goose bumps when I see it. It is amazingly beautiful and powerful to me. Edward Weston's Dunes Oceano shows his mastery of finding human contours in nature. Have you ever seen as sexy and sumptuous sand in your life??

7.14.2009

The Giants - Robert Frank

Robert Frank
Richard Avedon

The first time I noticed Robert Frank’s work was at the Tate Modern in London in November 2004. They were showing his most popular collection, The Americans. I was instantly drawn to his work as I had been living alone in Spain and the UK for two months for work and his photos made me yearn for home. The sense of home and America as a country, culture, brand, and essence are parts of the bond I feel for his exemplary photos. The most important connection I have to his work is the feeling of being “alone” or “lonely” in this very large country.

Robert Frank was born in Zurich, Switzerland in 1924. He grew up in a wealthy Jewish household. During World War two, his family was safe in Switzerland, but the oppression and genocide brought by the Nazis influenced his future photography. Frank studied with various local photographers and designers before publishing his first handmade book, 40 Fotos, in 1946.

In 1947, Frank immigrated to the United States and lived in New York. He worked as a fashion photographer for Harpers Bazaar for a year. Frank decided to leave his job and travel around Peru, Bolivia, and Europe on and off for six years, photographing the everyday lives of the people he met.

During one of his return trips to New York in 1950, Frank met Edward Steichen and participated in his first major American exhibit, 51 American Photographers, at the Museum of Modern Art. During this time he married fellow artist, Mary Lockspeiser.

In 1953, he returned from his world travels and became disenchanted with the United States. He believed America was a lonely place with an over emphasis on capitalism that caste a dismal pall on the nation.

With the help of the famous photographer, Walker Evans, Frank received a Guggenheim grant to travel across America photographing the people of all economic and social levels and races. During this trip, he traveled over 10,000 miles and took over 28,000 photos from all over the country. Through all these photos, he selected 84 prints to be put into his book, The Americans.

After arranging an introduction to the book written by Beat writer, Jack Kerouac, Frank had difficulty finding an American publisher for his book. Many viewed his photos as “un-American” and “dangerous.” His book was published first in France and other countries, eventually being published in America.

Frank’s photos in The Americans capture the essence of American life in the mid 1950’s. He took images of whites, blacks, the wealthy, the poor, businessmen, day laborers, Puerto Rican transvestites, working class men and women, religious signs, and many other small bits that make up America. Frank’s beautifully crafted black and white prints have rich contrast and beautiful composition like the modernist photographers, yet the subject content is greatly different from the works of Strand, Adams, and Cunningham. He strived to capture the actual real-life moments, not the grandeur or sublime beauty of the subject.

As mentioned earlier, I feel a deep personal bond to Frank’s work in how he captured the American individual as being “alone” or “lonely.” Part of the American character is the independent individual living his or her own personal manifest destiny. I can relate to this characteristic of “alone.” As a photographer, I capture the images of what I see, yet do not have to be a part of. While many believe (including me) Americans are becoming too disassociated with each other and the world, I relish my alone time in life and identify closely with how Frank captured it in his photos. For me, they are comforting, not disconcerting. He shows how we can be alone in many different settings.

US 285, New Mexico
Robert Frank

The theme of loneliness and solitude is most obvious in the photo, US 285, New Mexico. The deep contrast and dark tones of the road leading into nothing matches the mood of emptiness of humanity captured in the photo. Many people feel lonely and depressed when confronted with these landscapes and concepts, I feel alive and refreshed in them. This photo captures an ideal setting for me to travel through. Sure, I want to see some people on the trip, but I am happy in the moment of being alone on the road. It is where I am completely free.

Los Angeles
Photo by Robert Frank

We can feel alone when we are in the city. The photo, Los Angeles, captures the solitude that big cities can push upon people. In this simple scene, a solitary guy is walking down a street in the direction a big arrow is pointing. This photo means so much to me because it shows not all people who are alone are aimless or without direction. We can get by on our own. Although, it could also be interpreted that in our solitude, we need mass direction from something greater than us or we will get lost.

Drug Store, Detroit
Photo by Robert Frank

We can even be alone when we are in groups. In the photo, Drug Store, Detroit, all the patrons are jammed together at that counter. They are sipping their orange whips and eating their food. A few spot the camera and are looking at it. None are really talking with their fellow patrons. Even in close proximity to other people, Americans can be alone and live in their own world. I often eat in restaurants alone when traveling for work and enjoy the solitude. I read a book, watch the other customers, and learn much about where I am from those simple moments.

Frank may have lamented the bleak loneliness that America was becoming. This isolation is part of our culture. When the east coast got too crowded, settlers moved west into the unknown. When the television came into our homes, families would gather around it for news, entertainment, and enjoyment rather than visit their neighbors.

Today, we spend more time on the Internet, commuting to and from work and family activities, and rushing to our next appointment compared to being part of the community we live in. We are a nation of unified loners. This can be bad for our nation since we isolate ourselves from the rest of humanity, but it is the reality of what our nation’s character has developed us to be. For better and for worse, Robert Frank captured this essential part of America’s identity in his photos.

Here is a link to more images from Robert Franks' The Americans.

NOTE - If you are in the Bay Area you can see Frank's exhibit, The Americans, at the SF Museum of Modern Art. They also have up great exhibits by Richard Avedon, and special show pairing Georgia O'Keefe and Ansel Adams.