Johan Emanuelsson - "The Farm"


On The Farm they tie themselves to the land.

Their blood and flesh, toil and dirt, early to bed for relief from the hurt. The land gives and she demands. Symbolic and literal death and birth are all around and the cycle of life is perhaps nowhere as pronounced… the animals seem to know it, what is their lot and their wild, rolling eyes dart back and forth to succumb to their toil and their violent fate. Veins boiling across muscle and fibers with fear and surrender and the clock ticking away, no deviation from the cycles of time and place, the rotation of the life and the merciless race... the pulse clock is ticking… the heartbeat goes, the muscles burn and the end is comin', it will be here soon... it knows.









And Johan Emanuelsson's brother is dead.

Twin brothers born and then schizophrenia engulfs and takes the one… suffering and pain floods everything and cloaks all like a blanket, the brother has taken his own life. The parents of The Farm are aching and bodies rip with pain, their little boy is gone. Johan is still there but his blood brother is no longer. Grief changes everything, nothing is ever the same… things even look differently as if vision or the surroundings have been altered. You gain some normalcy back but life is altered, your eyesight is a bit hazed. So, the parents survive and The Farm goes on… the animals stir and the family who owns them trudge along and life ticks again with its twisted turns. And it’s gonna come to all, soon it will be their turn, every one of them. The land has a permanent feel but the living on the land… there's no permanence there... they are on borrowed time and you can feel it. For every living comes the end. Johan’s brothers death leaves a dent… no, not a dent... a crater and nothing can fill that and so the earth is then full of craters and the loved ones are full of craters – all of them in their craters and pits. And the earth goes on and it doesn’t stop ticking and spinning, the sun comes up again and the sky turns to black… so is the story of the land.









The hearts beat and the blood flows, the rain and the mud come and the season goes. Grief opens wide and the rain pours from the sky, right on your weary head. The living will grow and then away they will go. Hope comes hard. Johan’s work is from this cycle, like his photography instructors and countryman kin, Anders Petersen and JH Engstrom, bringing the textures of the land with the flesh of the man... and on Johan's Farm, the short time of the living and the loss... the crying for the dying.

Here...

www.johanemanuelsson.com


Regards,

Doug Rickard
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THEORY - "Nan Goldin on Jean-Christian Bourcart (2002)"


Nan Goldin on Jean-Christian Bourcart (2002)

I first saw Jean-Christian Bourcart's photos ten years ago in the home of my former dealer Gilles Dusein, in his little apartment on rue du Repos overlooking Père Lachaise. Gilles, whose ashes are now dispersed in the famous cemetery, had just begun to represent Jean-Christian and was extremely enthusiastic about his work. He had a large scroll-like c-print from this prostitution series, stuck up with pins. I was very excited by it: by the subject, close to my own heart and history, and by the palette of sexy reds and vivid blues. I felt an instant kinship with him though our actual photos are so different: here was someone with his own distinct style, not afraid to transgress all the rules of documentary photography, where his work could be compartmentalized but not contained.

Viewing his prints was like looking through a door into an underlit world where the stories are not explicated or overtly articulated, but remain secretive, left for the viewer to discern and to discover. It also seemed to contain a quality rare in contemporary photography: honesty.

Gilles Dusein was like few others in the contemporary art world then or now. He showed artists whose vision and sexual politics were akin to his, whose imagery enthused him regardless of whether they had attained any recognition. He had earned the money to open his gallery by starring as a can-can dancer at the Lido. He demonstrated incomparable generosity and loving support for his artists. He told me how much I'd like Jean-Christian and promised to introduce us. When he did, we decided to trade work.

In Jean-Christian's photos, which are sometimes printed almost life size, he opens the door but a bit shyly, not intruding, as if hanging back in the doorway. The empty rooms are portraits in themselves, full of clues to the occupants' identities. They are touching, in the womens' almost pathetic attempts at creating an air of eroticism with their posters, their fake satin sheets covered with towels instead of blankets offering nowhere to hide, and their heart-shaped pillows. The Hawaiian room, the Elvis room, the heavily equipped S&M room, the Empire room with the gilt mirror and flocked wallpaper, the tropical room: they exude isolation and loneliness.





Stuffed animals piled on a couch suggest a girl barely out of childhood, striving for some emotional comfort. One man stares into a room romantically decorated with roses and fragile paper fans. As he sizes up the commodity, Jean-Christian captures something arrogant in his body language. The women are often strongly defined individuals, unlike the men. Only occasionally does JC reveal the men as vulnerable, as in a photo where the client is naked and the proud woman is fully dressed. In the true light of the place, the red underlit glow that pervades nearly all the pictures, it is impossible to see eyes, and rarer to see features but so much is revealed through the nuances of stances and postures in the girls' bodies.

Jean-Christian renders the spaces skillfully. The double views into side-by-side rooms show the actual lack of privacy in what is thought of as a world of private interaction. I love the photographs of the women laughing together, conferring with their little toy dogs, staring at the camera or chatting in their matching black bras and garters. He captures the women dressing after a trick or displaying themselves spread-eagled on their beds or sleeping, seemingly spent or waiting. With a woman washing her hair or another sewing, he shows the mundanity of life in the bordello. So much of the content of these photos is about the waiting, as much a part of the job as the actual sex acts.





Jean-Christian renders the spaces skillfully. The double views into side-by-side rooms show the actual lack of privacy in what is thought of as a world of private interaction. They retain the values of chance and of risk, of going into the world where one's vision is expanded by what one experiences. They also differ from those of most other male documentary photographers, whose pictures of prostitutes-some exotic species brightly, falsely lit and exposed- seem to show no understanding of the harsh reality of their work. In their haunting sense of loneliness, these pictures maintain humanity and fragility. Jean-Christian never represents these women as alluring or even especially erotic, but as touching and also trapped: working a hard job in a difficult environment.

In a sense his position in these pictures is that of the "john," the trick, for whom the identities of the women he seeks to service his desires remain outside of his grasp. It is the truest view available to him because it mirrors the experience of the other patrons. Normally I don't like the concept of a hidden camera, but in this case the whole is greater than the parts in that he is not merely a voyeur, he puts himself in the same position as a participant. But these pictures don't feel voyeuristic to me; a real voyeur would have kept the images for himself. He is willing to share what remains a mystery to him, never assuming he knows more than he does, showing true humility. The work comes from his heart and his compassion as the best photography does, and not from theory or marketing strategies.

Most of all, there is respect in the way he reveals these women while preserving the anonymity of their actual identities, even as he enters into their private world. Although Jean-Christian has gone on to complete other intensive series of work, mostly surreptitious and dealing with the public nature of sexual activity and the desperation that pervades it, this series from Frankfurt still remains among his strongest and deepest.





Each time I study these pictures I discover new masterpieces, like the one of the woman lit only by a blue lamp and surrounded by darkness, that looks like a still from Michael Powell's brilliant film Peeping Tom, or the very moving picture of the woman with the heavy, Rubenesque body, whose flesh offers comfort although she's seemingly crying.

The book ends with a series of cropped portraits that emphasize the dignity of the women and feels like photography from the past: neon versions of Bellocq or some other picture from the end of the nineteenth century that was never taken. The fabulous final image is so simple, so classical, that it's somehow deeply familiar and perfect. She is the whore as a contemporary Mona Lisa: enigmatic, mysterious, and representing all women.

Nan Goldin, Paris, April, 2002

Jean-Christian Bourcart is currently on display at Les Rencontres D'Arles 2009, as a special guest of Nan Goldin.
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THEORY: "Paul Graham - Photography is Easy, Photography is Difficult (2009)"


George Awde, Beirut, 2009

Photography is Easy, Photography is Difficult
by Paul Graham

(The text was written for the Yale MFA photography graduation book - Yale MFA Photography 2009: We Belong Together)

It’s so easy it's ridiculous. It’s so easy that I can’t even begin – I just don’t know where to start. After all, it’s just looking at things. We all do that. It’s simply a way of recording what you see – point the camera at it, and press a button. How hard is that? And what's more, in this digital age, its free - doesn't even cost you the price of film. It’s so simple and basic, it's ridiculous.


Elaine Stocki, Pedro, 2008

It’s so difficult because it’s everywhere, every place, all the time, even right now. It's the view of this pen in my hand as I write this, it's an image of your hands holding this book, Drift your consciousness up and out of this text and see: it's right there, across the room - there... and there. Then it’s gone. You didn’t photograph it, because you didn’t think it was worth it. And now it’s too late, that moment has evaporated. But another one has arrived, instantly. Now. Because life is flowing through and around us, rushing onwards and onwards, in every direction.

But if it's everywhere and all the time, and so easy to make, then what’s of value? which pictures matter? Is it the hard won photograph, knowing, controlled, previsualised? Yes. Or are those contrived, dry and belabored? Sometimes. Is it the offhand snapshot made on a whim. For sure. Or is that just a lucky observation, some random moment caught by chance? Maybe. Is it an intuitive expression of liquid intelligence? Exactly. Or the distillation of years of looking seeing thinking photography. Definitely.


Catharine Maloney, Audrey and Jay as Nick, January, 2009

"life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can admit to in a lifetime, and stay sane"

- Thomas Pynchon, V

Ok, so how do I make sense of that never ending flow, the fog that covers life here and now. How do I see through that, how do I cross that boundary? Do I walk down the street and make pictures of strangers, do I make a drama-tableaux with my friends, do I only photograph my beloved, my family, myself? Or maybe I should just photograph the land, the rocks and trees – they don't move or complain or push back. The old houses? The new houses? Do I go to a war zone on the other side of the world, or just to the corner store, or not leave my room at all?

Yes and yes and yes. That's the choice you are spoiled for, but just don't let it stop you. Be aware of it, but don't get stuck – relax, it’s everything and everywhere. You will find it, and it will find you, just start, somehow, anyhow, but: start.


Caitlin Price, Zdenka, 2009

Yes, but shouldn’t I have a clear coherent theme, surely I have to know what I’m doing first? That would be nice, but I doubt Robert Frank knew what it all meant when he started, or for that matter Cindy Sherman or Robert Mapplethorpe or Atget or... so you shouldn’t expect it. The more preplanned it is the less room for surprise, for the world to talk back, for the idea to find itself, allowing ambivalence and ambiguity to seep in, and sometimes those are more important than certainty and clarity. The work often says more than the artist knows.

Ok, but my photography doesn't always fit into neat, coherent projects, so maybe I need to roll freeform around this world, unfettered, able to photograph whatever and whenever: the sky, my feet, the coffee in my cup, the flowers I just noticed, my friends and lovers, and, because it's all my life, surely it will make sense? Perhaps. Sometimes that works, sometimes it’s indulgent, but really it’s your choice, because you are also free to not make 'sense'.


Colin Smith, Untitled, 2008

"so finally even this story is absurd, which is an important part of the point, if any, since that it should have none whatsoever seems part of the point too"

- Malcolm Lowry, Ghostkeeper.

Ok, so I do need time to think about this. To allow myself that freedom for a short time. A couple of years. Maybe I won't find my answer, but I will be around others who understand this question, who have reached a similar point. Maybe I’ll start on the wrong road, or for the wrong reasons – because I liked cameras, because I thought photography was an easy option, but if I’m forced to try, then perhaps I’ll stumble on some little thing, that makes a piece of sense to me, or simply just feels right. If I concentrate on that, then maybe it grows, and in its modest, ineffable way, begins to matter. Like photographing Arab-Americans in the USA as human beings with lives and hopes and families and feelings, straight, gay, young, old, with all the humanity that Hollywood never grants them. Or the black community of New Haven, doing inexplicable joyous, ridiculous theatrical-charades that explode my preconceptions into a thousand pieces. Or funny-disturbing-sad echoes of a snapshot of my old boyfriend. Or the anonymous suburban landscape of upstate in a way that defies the spectacular images we're addicted to. Or... how women use our bodies to display who we believe we should be, Or...


David La Spina, Two Boys on the Bank of the Mamaroneck River, Mamaroneck, NY, 2009

"A Novel? No, I don't have the endurance any more. To write a novel, you have to be like Atlas, holding up the whole world on your shoulders, and supporting it there for months and years, while its affairs work themselves out..."

- J. M. Coetzee, Diary of a Bad Year.

And hopefully I will carry on, and develop it, because it is worthwhile. carry on because it matters when other things don't seem to matter so much: the money job, the editorial assignment, the fashion shoot. Then one day it will be complete enough to believe it is finished. Made. Existing. Done. And in its own way: a contribution, and all that effort and frustration and time and money will fall away. It was worth it, because it is something real, that didn't exist before you made it exist: a sentient work of art and power and sensitivity, that speaks of this world and your fellow human beings place within it. Isn't that beautiful?

By Paul Graham
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INTERVIEW: "Gil Blank with Thomas Struth (2007)"


Interview: Gil Blank with Thomas Struth

Originally published in Whitewall Magazine, Volume 6, 2007

Gil Blank: I’d like to begin by asking how you perceive the nature of subjectivity within contemporary imagemaking. The concept of subjectivity, and even the word itself, is a loaded one within current artistic discourse, so I think it would be a helpful point of departure for us to tease apart the conflicts that it presents to someone attempting a means of making images now.

Thomas Struth: Well first of all, in terms of an artistic practice, I can clearly only comment on something that exists, or that I encounter by direct experience. I think that my switch to photography from painting, for example, came about because I realized that I was more interested in working on things that resided out in the world, and were not restricted to my own psychological field. I realized I was more of a social and political person, and that I was more fascinated by analytical processes. It also bears saying that every part of my work reflects the position of a human being who actively takes part in life, which maybe sounds very banal and general to say expressly, but that is nonetheless what I’m interested in.

In the beginning I was also interested in the relationship of the individual to the larger historical time span into which he’s born, and the responsibilities of what might be called one’s heritage. So, for instance, my specific experience at that time entailed an analysis of urban structures in the postwar German landscape, or the result of all that came after the Holocaust at that time, or more specifically, of being a witness to the emblematic structure of postwar German cities.

This led to a curiosity about other places and other patterns of historical heritage, and then more or less by intuition or accident, to looking at another type of structure, that of the family. Those pictures were a starting point for an analysis of the social group, of the way individuals learn about the group dynamic or group activity. Because this family unit is the elementary social structure, it sets part of the patterns for how you behave in life, where you learn your first steps as a social being. Essential to the function of those pictures though is an understanding that they are only emblematic, that in making family portraits I was seeking something like an emblematic platform for a play of thought about something common, that we all share. Even if you look at the narratives of families as different as from, let's say, Ghana, Finland, Mongolia, or Germany, the fact of a family dynamic built through a history of generations is a shared experience.




GB: But you specifically avoided the kind of examples that Steichen populated The Family of Man with, or rather, the larger assembly of your family pictures do not tend towards that kind of didactic illustration.

TS: Viewed as a single group of pictures, The Family of Man always seemed to me like an uncomfortable strategy for casting a net of illusions over peoples’ heads. One such illusion portrays the world as a miraculous place of coexistence of human beings and natural phenomena, which is understandable in retrospect as a reaction in the early 50’s to the atrocities of World War II and the Holocaust. The photography of that time was presumably apolitical and "subjective", but we can understand it in actuality as being highly political.

With my family portraits, I try to examine the transition between the subjective/personal and the historical/political dimensions.

GB: You’ve said that you always operate in acknowledgement of the vast archive of images that already exist in the world. And I do think that an awareness of that archive not only informs the creation of your images, but requires of their viewer a more evolved understanding of them as well.

It seems to me that your work emphasizes in particular the operational complexity of the oeuvre, proposing a corollary between the formal and organizational structure of your accumulated life’s work and the social patterns you attempt to analyze by it. So that ultimately, its greater architecture does not present a chain of interrelated depictions, but rather a functional model of experience—not merely an accumulation, but a code, one no less perceivable for being unspecified. I refute the reading of your work as a traditional body of discrete series.

TS: Yes, I hate that too. The word “series” is a diminutive attachment. A series is something that pretends as if one picture has no value and you need the series to give it that value. You wouldn’t say, for instance, that James Joyce wrote “a series of books”.

The oeuvre’s construction is indeed like that of a larger, complex building. While each room has a different size, quality, and function, and may be considered independently, all have reference to each other, and an expression and aim as a total. Every part in its own way serves the total, and without that inherent connection, it remains a merely personal statement, a matter of taste.

GB: We can however say that there are photographs of yours that are iconographic, that exist self-sufficiently and leverage the hermetic features of pictorial space, such as the image of the façade of the cathedral at Notre Dame. Its reading is beneficially complicated by considering it alongside the equivalent but differentiated flatness of, for instance, the Paradise pictures. Or, oppositely, beside the earliest street pictures, which convey a receding formal depth but the wholly evacuated sense of a social void. This wider view is critical to the possible range of meanings attainable in any single image you’ve produced, though it might not seem so far removed from the established capabilities of standard photo editing.

Yet I differentiate this from the conventional understanding of the series in two ways. The first is structural, which I’m proposing as the creation and reception of your images as a model of contemporary social experience, rather than its literal illustration. And the second is the ontological fabrication of meaning in the photographs: in contrast, the conventional imperative of the series, rooted as it was in modernist photography’s ideas of transparency and attainable objectivity, was often documentary, and at times unabashedly didactic. We could cite the photojournalistic essay as the defining paradigm of that.

You’ve rejected that teleological inclination out of hand: an equally valid positioning of either the Paradise or street pictures could be the absolute denial they propose of cognitive or emotional access to their subject matter, a result made all the more pointed in fact by the surfeit of information they provide. Eventually, an open-ended permutational understanding of the oeuvre emerges as an articulated group-of-groups, a formal summa.




TS: I would say that my interest, or my hope, or my intent, is to address something which has a larger scale, a larger value, than the specific details or locations shown. The photographs must ultimately be driven by interests on a more general level.

GB: You’re not trying to infer any conclusions about the rain forest in Peru, for example.

TS: No. That’s why I called it Paradise; it was meant somewhat to irritate the spectator. By choosing that title I wanted to ensure from the beginning that no one mistook it to be about botany, for example. That’s not my interest.

When my retrospective exhibition debuted in Dallas in 2002, I asked myself what function the room with the jungle pictures had in relation to my other bodies of work. Going to a very dense forest was an intuitive idea at first, but once I started to make the images, to show them and maneuver the pictures within a larger exhibition context, I realized that one of their abilities was to confine the individual in a meditative space. There’s no political or social context to the images. At least that’s been my own experience, which has surprised me.

It’s a bit hard to put into words without being too personal, but some of that comes from my experience with meditation practice or T’ai Chi Ch’uan. Similarly, in the course of a therapeutic workshop, you can have a moment when you look at the gestalt, or the “whole picture”. You release your detailed vision of, for instance, your partner, or your wife, or your assistant, of all the things you constantly do, of the media, the war in Iraq, the explosions in Baghdad, and the Japanese minister who offends women’s roles by saying that they’re all birth machines, of all these kinds of everyday things. You come to a certain distance for a moment, and perhaps you can try to see the basic struggle of being human. It can sound very kitschy, but there is the attempt to see the whole picture in some way.

Those results were very surprising for me, because after a number of years when there hadn’t seemed to be anything new for me to do except to expand the street subject matter to China, the idea I initially generated was to make pictures of extremely dense information, so that you could not in fact read every detail in them. When you look at one of the street pictures, you can spend time analyzing them productively. Similarly, when you look at a Walker Evans picture, you can see that there are two cars, and three houses, and the landscape, so that the hierarchy of meaning that you can relate to your own experiences is quite clear. Most of the time. But what I wanted to do was to make pictures that you couldn’t completely read in that way.

GB: Which is why they so often appear as a wall of impenetrable data, so visually flat.

TS: Yes. I was thinking of how to increase the depth of field, or how to make it such that even if you look at only one square foot of the picture, it would still take you a long time to see, or to absorb. My point though is that what ended up happening was that I photographed something that seemed, at first glance, to have no direct or obvious sociopolitical or historical contexts. At least in comparison to the other stuff that I’d been doing, they more or less left you alone.

GB: Let me try to state it in another way: by directly implicating the viewer’s encounter in the cognitive formation of this work, it once again seems that the primary action of the photograph is not a depiction, but a modeling of experience. So that if the traditional operation of photography has been to document, to point towards, or to frame, it seems that in seeking the far-off or exotic example in this case, you did so not as a consummating illustration, but rather as a way to neutralize that same territory. In making the pictures, the integral halves of the project—your actions at these locations, plus the viewers’ subsequent interaction within the newly neutralized spaces of image and exhibition—combine to synthesize or activate what I would refer to as the subjectivity.

I position this directly opposite other contemporary retreads of archly traditional notions of photographic subjectivity, such as that of Nan Goldin. The crucial distinction to be made here is between the continual replenishability of the neutralized space and the temptations of mere solipsism, or the dangers of mistaking subjectivity with one’s life story. By suppressing the local, you not only imply the global, but further, you solicit the participation of the viewer.

TS: With Goldin, and also Wolfgang Tillmans, I find it so highly personal that the door is open to just about anything. It’s all interchangeable.

GB: Precisely because it’s so specific, because it’s in a specifically diaristic mode?

TS: Yes. Besides the necessary personal involvement, the crucial question is: What’s in it for everybody? Even if it is beauty, for example, which is in it for everybody, it has to be embedded in a context, through which it can touch the viewer.

It’s true that for me things are only interesting when they’re fed by my own passion and will to go out and do them in the first place. Furthermore, it has to be something that I know by experience, because otherwise one can always just invent things, in which case nobody will be interested. But it’s always essential to address something that includes the experience of the other person, of the viewer in general. It’s crucial.

GB: It may be crucial, but you can’t assume that the nature or force of that motivation is self-evident. It seems from your earliest days when you put aside painting and a more overtly expressionist mode that there was created instead an affirmative belief in the making of pictures, in photography. But that belief was also tempered by the limitations your generation experienced collectively as postwar German artists. So that now, that super-structure of the oeuvre seems to have provided a vast architecture within which new experiences might be proposed, if not expressly retold. Subjectivity need not reside in the metaphoric expression of one’s life story, but the material enaction of that life.

TS: That’s also why it’s complicated: at the moment I’m wondering what is missing, or what the next thing is, and I don’t see it yet. It’s a bit of a strange moment actually.

You spoke earlier about this idea of the super-structure, and about how it created its own context within which anything was possible, that potentially any photographic action would fit into or connect with or dock onto that structure. That’s an interesting question and something I’ve been thinking about over the past one or two years. I know, for instance, that the museum photographs will come to an end with my current work at the Prado. I feel the pictures are complete, or that they’ve fulfilled their function within the whole system.

The Paradise pictures are another example; that pillar of the larger building is nearly complete. I did two more pictures in Hawaii recently, and could already hear myself thinking “That’s all”. When you work on a building, as with your entire body of work, there’s no reason that one of the walls or segments has to be sixteen feet thick, because then the whole architecture just becomes comical.

The question I’m asking myself now is what the nature of that structure is. Is there another part of the palette of existence which I would like to and would be able to make pictures about? Again, I’m embarrassed to talk in these terms, but is there another element to one’s existence for which photographs could provide an emblematic expression?

To put it a different way: I remember that when I stopped teaching in 1996, the internet was a very tiny and new sort of thing. Now it’s begun to influence patterns of social activity—you have, for example, the Second Life website—and I think the effectiveness of that influence is only going to accelerate. Which makes me question your proposals of subjectivity at all, and what subjectivity will look like in, say, twenty years from now.

GB: Are you specifically questioning photography’s viability as what you call a relevantly emblematic expression?

TS: As a more general question, you could ask why photography became so popular in the 80s and 90s. I think Hilla Becher would probably say that once photography was invented, painting lost some of its previous functions. And as a direct result, there was an explosion of painting, though on a more scientific, or experimental, or analytical level. It tested all the possibilities of the medium at that time. Maybe photography now has also more or less lost its function, or its credibility in a certain way. There might be another two or three decades during which the whole course of practice can be reformulated in a different, more expansive mode. That could be one thesis.

GB: We’ve been mentioning primarily American and German photographers, and historically I think that’s critical. The American dedication to—one could even say faith in—the series structure, and the German attachment to the organizing structure have a direct bearing on our questions. As a postwar artist, and one who has interests in methods of social analysis, it seems to me that you’re operating in a space that is at all times aware of the pitfalls on every side. There is a sense of personal urgency, that these pictures can only be done in this way.

TS: Mmm. . .

GB: What are the conditions as such for one who would propose a subjective system? For years, such attempts were either strictly disavowed, or else took repressed forms like Arte Povera, or Otto Steinert’s near-abstractions, forms which held themselves aloof from concerns that were at all socially contingent.

TS: Yes, that’s. . . [sighs]

I had already made the decision to photograph streets even before I knew the Bechers. But once I did come to know them, and saw the work, my first thought was “Great system. . . wrong subject matter”.

[Both laugh]

Because in the early and mid-70s, the Becher's subject matter had for the most part lost its visibility in the landscape, and my postwar generation had a totally different turn on history, art, and politics.

I felt like the problem there was that the passion and the love that they had for these things was . . . hidden under the blanket. In order to make work like that, it’s clear that you have to love it, that you have to really love water towers and blast furnaces. But they also have. . .

[Pauses again]

You know it’s amazing, their love is really for. . . how can I say it?. . . an understanding of historical contexts in the most profound manner. . . it’s like advertising for historical awareness, in a way. If that sounds too dry, we can also think of it as a passion for the dynamics of human existence, which I definitely share. It’s so. . .

The austerity of the structure, of that archival order, it’s such a strong expression that what they mean, or what they really want to do, is kind of. . . it’s almost hidden.

GB: But what is hidden?

TS: Well, I know them very well, and what I find most inspiring when I talk to them is that they always talk about, for example, Proust and French politics and blast furnaces. They do have a very specific analytical reading of historical processes, but in the pictures. . .

GB: . . . It doesn’t come across.

TS: No, that doesn’t come across.

GB: When they first formulated their work, a diagnosis of that conflict was not permitted, or at least unavailable.

TS: Totally. I remember Hilla saying that in the first decades, in the 50s and 60s, what was forbidden as a notion in Germany was to really look at something. To simply open your eyes and look at something and talk about it. That’s what they wanted to do, so they used these different kinds of objects that could come to life, or that have a particular design without openly demonstrating a design intention. That was their choice.

I felt that making those comparisons or providing that bigger structure was a great idea, but that it was so exotic, and so far away from most people’s life experiences. . .

GB: By “exotic”, you’re referring to their designated topics or ostensible subjects. The blast furnaces and coal tipples, for example.

TS: Yes. Perhaps they’re not necessarily so exotic, but. . .

GB: Obscure.

TS: They’re obscure examples, not inclusive; they’re specialized. It’s like collecting butterflies, or snakeskins and so on.

GB: Perhaps there’s another point here by which we can orient ourselves, another teacher of yours, Gerhard Richter—both the Bechers and Richter seeking a way, to, as Adorno said, cry without tears, to seek some mode of expressionless expression.

TS: That’s it, yes.

GB: And I would add to that another viewpoint, from Camus, speaking in postwar France about the refusal to capitulate to the simpler urge for vengeance, or, in the larger sense, the easier cynicisms that ultimately dehumanize each of the actors involved. Any existence of dignity requires of its participants that they be “neither victims nor executioners”.

So that within the space marked by each of these limitations, there is still the insistence within the impossible to proceed. I don’t believe that this is a uniquely German position, though I do think that German artists of the last generation or two have addressed its conditions with exceptional candor.

It’s possible that because of the Germans’ unique historical circumstances during the last century, they have a greater wariness of the kind of persistent documentary fantasies that even now so many Americans abide by: that it’s still feasible—if indeed it ever was—to seek out distant territories like an island off of Japan or a Ku Klux Klan meeting, to pursue the quasi-mystical journey for informative subject matter. When you did in fact go to Yakushima, you closed the picture off in a way, and organized its space as visual white noise, at once plentiful in data and emptied of connotation. The point at which the photograph ceases to function as a metaphor is the point at which it is free to propose an experiential model.

Despite at first appearing as a breakdown of possibility, the greater structure effects a continual insistence on finding a tenable means, however elusive, of defining pictorial value and meaning. Now. At this moment. Here.

TS: Of course.

GB: But how can you say that, as if it was just a given?

TS: No. It’s very difficult actually. [Laughs]

Maybe the most honest thing I can say is what I said earlier, that at the moment I’m in a difficult situation finding a reason to take photographs. I’m testing myself, thinking about whether it could be necessary to go to a problematized place—say Iraq or Israel—to try to photographically capture something that’s going on there. Would there be any possibility there, is there any way to address something problematic, or would it be more generalized? I’m thinking about what’s missing, or what kind of construction could be addressed.

My goal has always been to address something more generalized than a specific historical moment. I would consider it a disadvantage if people looking at my street photographs were to think “Oh, right, that’s a car from the 80s”, for example. I’m always more interested in making a picture the central message of which is still valid in fifty years or so.

I’m sure that there were similar questions during periods of transition in the past. But it’s also important that I feel it myself. You’ll be able to see it too if I felt it, if I know it. If none of my skin has felt it, how can I judge or how can I say anything about it? It would be only voyeurism.

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INTERVIEW - "Gil Blank and Stephen Shore in Conversation (2007)"


Gil Blank and Stephen Shore in Conversation (2007), Originally published in Whitewall Magazine, Volume 7, 2007

GIL BLANK: Over the last five to ten years, the work of yours that has increasingly come to the widest attention relates most directly to what began in Uncommon Places — photographs especially remarkable for their self-consciousness as pictorial assemblies.

STEPHEN SHORE: Yes.

GIL BLANK: But your current retrospective has gone a long way to recontextualize that later work in light of earlier practices that clearly demonstrated the much different priorities and influence of Conceptualism.

STEPHEN SHORE: I think it was the intention of the curator, Stephan Schmidt-Wulffen, to show that. He saw Uncommon Places growing out of American Surfaces, and American Surfaces growing out of the Conceptualist work. When I look back at a broader view of what I’ve done, though, I don’t see one project superceding the other.

American Surfaces was begun in 1972, with its first showing at The Light Gallery in the fall of that year. I continued the project into the winter of 1973, and that spring I began Uncommon Places, but there was some American Surfaces work that lingered until the end of that year.

GIL BLANK: So that you were working on both simultaneously during your road trips.

STEPHEN SHORE: Yes. So there was a little bit of overlap, but I’ll specifically tie it to a shift in equipment. All of American Surfaces was done using a Rollei 35 millimeter camera, which was a precursor to the point-and-shoot. It was very small, very unpretentious-looking, very amateurish in a way. All of Uncommon Places was done with a view camera. And I think it’s important to recognize that, because it’s what led to some of these qualities that you’re talking about. I had intended the photographs in American Surfaces, at the time I shot them, to be seen as snapshots. I had many other cameras that I owned, but I got this camera because it was a kind of amateurish camera. One thing that I hope is made clear in the show is that the roots of American Surfaces lay in the Mick-o-Matic series. These were also meant to be seen as snapshots, and were done with a camera called the Mick-o-Matic, which was a big plastic thing in the shape of a Mickey Mouse head with a lens in his nose. I was interested in the snapshot, and in the natural quality that some few snapshots do contain. I wanted to continue with that, but I didn’t feel I had to limit myself to the mechanism of using the Mick-o-Matic.

GIL BLANK: Can you explain a little more what you mean by “the natural quality” of the snapshot?

STEPHEN SHORE: One of the thoughts behind the Conceptualist work was that there’s this world out there that we experience, and that making it into a photograph necessitates the mediation of an artist. Almost inevitably, visual conventions come into play, so that what I see in the photograph is tied as much to visual conventions as any opportunity to see the rest of the world. If some of my decisions can be taken out of my hands because of an imposed Conceptual framework — if, for example, I know that I’m going to walk north on Sixth Avenue and at the beginning of each block take a picture due north — then at least one decision out of the array of many necessary to create a photograph has been taken out of my hands. Part of that was to see if I could circumvent the mediating voice of the artist. I finally found that this wasn’t satisfying, and that I felt like I ought to be able to accomplish the same result independently — because every now and then I would see a photograph that would have that quality of an unmediated experience.

GIL BLANK: In what context? I’m guessing that you’re talking about what we might now refer to, in terms themselves that I would allege are already loaded, as “vernacular”: anonymous snapshots, newspaper photographs, accidental documents, and the like. You’re not talking about any of the purposely de-skilled photographs born of the Conceptual art period, albeit of an intentionality that sought to imitate those other forms.




STEPHEN SHORE: I’m talking about what you just said, about postcards and snapshots. Not all postcards, and not all snapshots. In fact, as you look at collections of amateur pictures today, you’ll find that everyone has been so educated visually, and that people are striving so hard to make “good” pictures, that it’s very hard to find that quality of the undetermined image.

GIL BLANK: You’re talking about the same quality that Gerhard Richter invoked when he said that throwaway snapshots come closest to achieving the state of “pure picture.” And that feeds as well into the purposeful “amateurization” of photography found in the Conceptualism of Ed Ruscha and Douglas Huebler, and separately, into the negative dialectic by which Warhol framed all image production.

STEPHEN SHORE: Although it’s important to say that it was not my intention to “be a machine.” If I can detect a difference between how I see things as I experience the world, and how I then see them in photographs, that difference interests me. Part of my intention with American Surfaces — and the entire terminology of “mediation” is something I’ve only begun to discuss in retrospect; at the time I don’t think I used that term — was simply to take pictures that looked natural to me, but that distinction is what I was after.

GIL BLANK: I want to raise one apparent contradiction. You’re invoking the ideal of a unitary photograph, of an unmediated experience, while, on the other hand, the point around which you’ve oriented that principle is the first-person point of view, the “I.” So that from your earliest efforts, those Pop and Conceptualist influences that are so assertive about the elimination of the authorial trace are balanced by the determination to reconstitute some space, however ostensibly depersonalized, from which a paradoxically personalized practice can be established.

STEPHEN SHORE: I am an “I.” Let’s put it into Freudian terms: If you obliterate the superego, it doesn’t mean you’ve obliterated the ego. And the visual equivalent of that superego is the inheritance of artistic conventions, which determine how you “should” see or structure the world. If I do away with those trappings, it doesn’t mean that there isn’t still something else beneath it that’s me seeing.

I’ve known Hilla Becher since perhaps 1973. I remember once having a conversation with her when she told me that I ought to photograph every main street in America. And there’s the difference: I said, “Well Hilla, that sounds like one of your projects, but not mine.” I wasn’t trying to photograph every street in America — I was picking streets. I’m picking this one for whatever reason, because the conjunction of its different buildings, in this light, at this moment, seems particularly interesting.

At the time, the phrases and thoughts in my mind were taking “natural pictures,” and making a “visual diary.” That wasn’t my intention when I began the trip, but it became so within three days of being on the road. It was the first time I’d been on the road alone, and it was all new. I’d open a door, and there would be this bed. I’d get up in the morning and open the bathroom door, and there would be this toilet. I’d go to the diner and there would be this food on this surface, on this table. And it became clear within two or three days that I had the idea of doing a journal. The journal had certain categories — every meal I ate, every person I met, every bed I slept in — and maybe that was a Conceptualist remnant.

GIL BLANK: An ideational framework.

STEPHEN SHORE: I would say that the Bechers have an ideational framework, but it’s not exactly a system, in the way that Douglas Huebler had one.

GIL BLANK: Then you’re distinguishing production that is rule-based, and thus proscriptive, from that which is more widely idea-based, and thus potentially generative. You’re inferring that Conceptualism was something specific, traceable to a certain time, which is different from contemporary work that might otherwise aspire to meanings beyond the strictly optical or formal aspect of the material photographic object.

STEPHEN SHORE: That’s a very good point. There is a notion that before Postmodernism photographers weren’t really capable of thinking aesthetics through. So that whenever a photographer is demonstrably thinking about things, or proposes an ideational background, his or her practice is carelessly labeled with a word like Conceptualism. Conceptualism was something much more specific.

GIL BLANK: So I think it’s crucial in that light to discuss how American Surfaces occupies a singular historical position, because bearing as it does certain of those specific legacies of Conceptualism — seriality, a conspicuously de-skilled approach to production, recordkeeping, and all the operations of a bureaucratically devised product — nonetheless you’ve asserted that it was executed in a fundamentally intuitive manner. It was made during the exact year that Lucy Lippard marks as the end of the period in which artists sought to “dematerialize” the art object, and enunciates an unquestionably pictorial language, albeit of a debased form.

STEPHEN SHORE: One point I’d like to make here about the Bechers’ work is that it, too, had specifically pictorial qualities. I was impressed by their work when I first saw it, as I was also deeply impressed by Ed Ruscha. But there’s a significant difference between those two approaches, in that the Bechers’ pictures had a clear ideational intention, but were also photographs. They furnished visual information in the way that traditional photographs do.

To put it in a slightly different way, when I show one of my students a copy of Water Towers for the first time, they start turning the pages and it dawns on them that there are hundreds of pictures of towers in this book. That’s something amazing because it’s the first time they encounter this kind of thinking in photography, but there’s something else when you really start looking at the pictures...




GIL BLANK: At the individual pictures.

STEPHEN SHORE: ...at the individual pictures as they break through that ideational structure. That additional capability as photography is essential, because it’s the sole way by which we can then understand the cultural tendencies of these buildings, and how it changes from France to Belgium, or from 1910 to 1930. All of these structures have the same mechanical function: They need to store water at a high enough elevation so that the water pressure resulting from gravity can service a municipality. Beyond that, anything else is a culturally accrued artifact. The Bechers were interested in this, and sought to communicate it in specifically visual terms.

GIL BLANK: And I think that’s what distinguishes you in turn from Ruscha. That, like the Bechers, you have from the very beginning, even within the period of work most directly influenced by Conceptualism, asserted the viability of photographic meanings and processes on a specifically pictorial basis. And that, further, your incorporation of Pop and Conceptualist idioms was not simply an earlier “phase” that you were working through, nor even meant as an undermining of that pictorial integrity as formulated earlier by Warhol, but rather was openly acknowledged as the lay of the historical land from which you departed, and beyond which you would then demonstrate, as did the Bechers, the renewable potential of pictorial vocabularies.

STEPHEN SHORE: I remember that when I first saw Ruscha’s work, it was a big event for me. It was in 1967 or 1968, in a loft in SoHo, and I was editing my pictures for Warhol’s Stockholm Catalog along with Kasper König. We finished going through the pictures, and Kasper said, “I have something to show you.” He then laid Every Building on the Sunset Strip out on the floor of the loft. It was a revelation.

I may have taken a different approach eventually, in terms of my acceptance of the visual qualities of photographs, but the ideas behind Sunset Strip were so stimulating that I immediately went to Wittenborn and bought all of his books that day. His work did awaken a certain kind of thinking for me, but I thought that there had to be a way of unifying things, that there didn’t have to be a negation of visual quality.

In the late 1960s, John Gibson had a gallery on the Upper East Side, where he showed Christo, Peter Hutchinson, Dennis Oppenheim, Richard Long, and maybe later Dan Graham. I used to hang out there, and was friendly with all those people. I even collected some of their work. I understood the negation of the visual quality that they were referring to, but I guess because I came to it from a photographic tradition, I wondered whether that negation was entirely necessary. I wondered whether there couldn’t instead be a unification.

GIL BLANK: How then would you square that with your process of assembling a vast and undifferentiated archive of found photographs in All the Meat You Can Eat?

STEPHEN SHORE: Holly Solomon made her gallery space available to me in 1971, and told me to do whatever I wanted. I had been collecting photographs, and had a couple of friends who were doing the same. A lot of it was vernacular imagery of different kinds. I loved it and I wanted to show it, and that was it.

GIL BLANK: That can’t be just it, though, anymore than a loaded gun can be “just it.”

STEPHEN SHORE: [Laughs.]

GIL BLANK: And I think that points out the failure internal to Conceptual photographic exercises, that no amount of rule-making can ever render such a project entirely objective, or de-skilled. You made All the Meat You Can Eat with a knowledge of the specific time and milieu within which it came about . . .

STEPHEN SHORE: Yes.

GIL BLANK: ...And it uses both individual images and a combinative reading of them in a highly provocative or loaded way.

STEPHEN SHORE: I was saying, “Look at this work” — that there are important qualities in pictures that are not totally circumscribed by art photography.

GIL BLANK: Do you really mean to suggest that you were only positioning the image bank as source material or reference point? As a kind of raw ore, what you referred to as an unmediated or “pure picture”?

STEPHEN SHORE: It wasn’t that singular; there were a couple of things. Some of it had to do with photographic style, with photographic meanings, and with the cultural meanings contained in those styles. For example, there were a series of posters printed by the U.S. government printing office. They showed Air Force Thunderbird jets in formation, seen from above, over national landmarks like the Statue of Liberty or the Grand Canyon or Niagara Falls. There were maybe a dozen of these. There was also a series printed by the Soviet government printing office, showing heavily airbrushed portraits of the Politburo. These were large posters. And there were corporate headshots. I’m not saying there was wonderful, intuitive quality to this work, but rather that I was trying to look at the cultural meanings in it.

GIL BLANK: But that’s precisely the problematic and loaded contextualization that I’m referring to. First, that somehow the wider social archive of imagery existing at random, out in the world, beyond any stated or self-conscious artistic agenda, is tantamount to an intrinsically authentic parcel of meaning, one preferable to any explicit gesture of authorship connected with art history.

But second, and much more significant, is the problematic suggestion of reading these pictures in a chiefly formal sense: that they are equivalent to so much visual stuff, to styles or modes, all of which bear a standardized value of exchange. Because that kind of equivalization of content — of images of concentration camp victims, celebrities, pornography, corporate headshots, and postcards — indeed has several important precedents, particularly European, but precedents that are oriented toward wholly different ends. I’m referring here to the archives and atlases put together by Aby Warburg, Gerhard Richter, and Christian Boltanski, and moreover, the way in which the latter two can both be read as deeply negative postwar inversions of the first, inversions that are totemic of the pessimistic undermining of pictorial legitimacy that was among the primary motifs of art-making during the second half of the 20th century. What in the U.S. we might have regarded as the primarily formal deconstructions carried out by Pop and Conceptualism was in Europe manifested as the inescapable condition of a catastrophic social consciousness.

STEPHEN SHORE: I don’t think I thought of it in that way. I personally took pleasure in these pictures: Some of them were more two-dimensional than others, some were more stylized than others, but I found I took pleasure in them, and I didn’t see their assembly in that form as nullifying.

GIL BLANK: Would you consider that a tellingly American prerogative, that what to an American artist of the time might “just” be a picture of a gun, to a European contemporary was inevitably an image that was loaded in many different ways?

Because it would seem to me that the comparison of All the Meat You Can Eat to, say, Richter’s Atlas yields one crucial insight: that what for Richter is a vast catalogue of anguish, and perhaps even paralysis, was for you a point of departure, a cleared space within which art history had not in fact reached an aggrieved terminus, but rather a manic and disillusioned rebirth. The mechanistic void of photography that Ruscha had lampooned and the social history that Richter perpetuated as scar tissue was for you a profane permission to make a supremely dispassionate art by means of portraying what simply was. This represented a subjectivity, perhaps, but one wholly stripped of the projective voice of subjective styles, one that insisted on the sovereign “I,” but has never gone past an acknowledgment of existence to venture presumptions of essence.

STEPHEN SHORE: I would say that some of it informed the work I would go on to do, and that other images did not, though I could still appreciate them. There are pictures that I think are funny, that are two-dimensional, or that I enjoy looking at, and there are other pictures, some of the snapshots, and particularly the postcards, that were in fact a sourcebook for me. Part of how I entered color photography was based upon the work I was doing the same year as All the Meat You Can Eat, in 1971, when I also did the Mick-o-Matic shots and the series of Amarillo postcards. I’d been collecting postcards as I was traveling around the country, and there were some of them that were bland or hokey, but every now and then there’d be one that was this cultural view of what a street looked like, with wonderful light and a real sense of the place. I don’t know if the photographer intended that or not, but that’s what I got out of it, and it clearly informed my work.

There’s another thing I would relate to that, which is something I’ve written about in other contexts. When I was photographing in the ’90s, in Luzzara, Italy, where Paul Strand had photographed forty years before, I was shown a letter that he had written at the time. He wrote that it had been difficult to photograph there because there were no buildings of what he called “architectural interest.” When I read that, I realized what a different meaning that phrase “architectural interest” had for him than it did for me. I could look at a postcard of the main street in Tucamcari, New Mexico, where there might not be any distinguished buildings, but still find that it has something of architectural interest to me. It’s the face of a culture.

GIL BLANK: The subject simply is, in the most fundamental sense: It exists.

STEPHEN SHORE: Yes. And that alone is fascinating to me.

GIL BLANK: So it seems to me that what the incremental accretion of each of your projects results in is the proposition of a hypothetical zone — you can call it a metaphysical space, or a practice, or a life’s work — that sets some very basic parameters of what a human experience can be, and thus through it, one articulated model of a subjectivity, of how a sovereign social being might see out his existence. And this to me is photography’s great potential, its ultimately ethical dimension and proposal. That paradoxically, through both its mechanistic passivity and ambiguously factual plenitude, through its brutal deracination of content and social continuity, it does not warrant the emotive dimensions of subjective expression or metaphor, but rather through its seemingly total evacuation of those poetics, might instead delimit only the most bare parameters of what exists. That alone must be accepted as not merely sufficient, but in fact as all that can possibly be.

If we take as a point of origin for our analysis your Conceptualist work, we can see those projects as the imagistic field laid bare, tilled over for the coming crop. American Surfaces then makes the initial, multifaceted proposal of how wide and dynamic a photographic life’s work might be. And Uncommon Places, as the most baroque stage in the oeuvre, establishes the far reaches to which the pictorial project, as an emblematic display of that personal “space,” might reach.

“This is,” the pictures say, which is a direct outcome of the photographer’s own implicit statement, “I am.” As a publicly presented and materially manifested photographic work, it thus confers on all potential viewers as cognizant social beings the further sanction, that “You are.”

STEPHEN SHORE: Though at the time, I would have formulated that slightly differently for myself. I would say that I was fascinated by what the world looks like when you pay attention to it, and that I’m still interested in this act of attention. And so the pictures are reflective of the condition of a self, paying attention.

GIL BLANK: Was there a sense that by eliminating some of the more immediately impressive and conventional traces of the self, the motifs established by the legacy of 20th-century artistic photography such as symbolism, expression, biographism, and the essentializing point of view, all of the leftovers of Weston and Frank and Steinert and Cartier-Bresson, among others, that one could counter-intuitively render that newly neutralized space as therefore free, barren perhaps but wholly open all the same?

STEPHEN SHORE: I don’t see it as a contradiction. To use the Freudian analogy again, it’s not paradoxical that if you rid yourself of your superego, your ego becomes strengthened; in fact, it’s what you would expect. In photographic terms, if you remove as much of the photographic convention as possible, what you’re left with is yourself, and how you see.

GIL BLANK: I want to bring this back to American Surfaces, which I often think of as the neural center of your oeuvre. In particular, I think it’s important to consider all of its various incarnations over the years, as a continually evolving combination of exhibition and publication. A couple of years ago, I wrote:

With the admitted benefit of hindsight, one can suggest that none of the constituent parts that now make up the American Surfaces phenomenology rightly ought to be considered outside of the others. It has at this point become a motile and fluid architecture for photographic meaning: simultaneously Conceptualist, documentary, formalist, art historical and (paradoxically for a photographic series) atemporal. In its most radical orientation, the project breaks through the conventions and limitations of photographic practice not by attempting to perfect its documentation of life, but by positioning its execution, in all of its fractious non-linearity, as an exercise in life.

Is there some value then in considering American Surfaces not merely as a self-contained exercise, but as metonymy for the operation of the greater oeuvre?

STEPHEN SHORE: I think it’s right to see it as something central. When I look back on it I see that a lot of the subject matter and territory that I explored over the next decade in Uncommon Places was all staked out during that year. A lot of the visual approaches, too — there are street scenes and architectural pictures and photographs of food, pictures that look very much like the ones I did several years later in Uncommon Places.

But one way of answering this is to consider how I went from American Surfaces to Uncommon Places. There were some problems with the original show of American Surfaces in 1972. It had about 220 pictures in it, shown as unframed Kodak-printed glossy snapshots, roughly 3-by-5 inches each. They were pasted on a wall, just attached with tape, I guess, or something like that — I forget; it was probably two-sided tape — in a grid. And there were a lot of pictures. I think people weren’t used to looking at grids at that time. A lot of them came in and saw it as colored wallpaper, so that it was hard to focus on the individual pictures. As the project progressed, I found I was less interested in attaching the cultural meaning of snapshots to them. I was interested more in what was going on in the pictures individually. And I wanted to make larger prints, as simple as that. But when I tried to make larger prints from them, I found that the film I was using at the time, Kodacolor, was very grainy, and that when I made a larger print, it lost its sharpness and its saturation of tone.

So I thought I’d continue with American Surfaces, but that I’d use a bigger camera. I got a Crown Graphic, the same kind Weegee used, with the intention of hand-holding it. But when photographing a store window, or a building on the street, or a home, I thought I might as well put it on a tripod. I hadn’t expected it when I started, but I ended up enjoying working on a tripod, and looking at the ground glass. I hadn’t really known about view cameras, and so I found, “Okay, it has a rising front.” So I started using the rising front, and then found I was using it for every picture. Then I thought, “Well, there’s no reason for me to use this press camera; I might as well get myself a conventional view camera.” Which I did.

I couldn’t do some of the pictures I was doing for American Surfaces as easily, like pictures of food. I did my pancake picture the next year, the first year with the 4x5. But to do it, I had to be standing on a chair, looking into the camera, and by the time I did it, the food was cold because it’s a big production, and I have to get permission from the restaurant, because if I had this camera and this tripod and I’m standing on one of their chairs, it’s not as simple as just looking down at the plate in front of me and snapping a picture of it.

The kind of portraits I did for American Surfaces, for instance, came about partly due to the fact that no one knew that I was a serious photographer. I was just some guy, just a kid, with this little camera, asking, “Can I take your picture?” When I go into a museum now and take pictures with my little digital point-and-shoot, no guard ever stops me because I’m just another tourist. And that was the reaction to me earlier, when I was taking pictures of people. If I take out a 4x5 and put it on a tripod and put a darkcloth over my head to focus, though, that changes how people respond to me. So that kind of picture changes. On the other hand, the pictures I did of houses and stores and streets got even more intense. I hadn’t seen prints from view-camera color negatives before. I made the first prints from these, and they were just amazing. It had a tonality I’d never seen in a color photograph before. I loved it. That choice of camera then led me to photographing intersections and streets and buildings in a way that took advantage of what the camera did. Although if you look at Uncommon Places as a whole, there still are photographs of beds and lamps and chairs and people and a lot of the same kinds of things that would have appeared in American Surfaces.

There was a time though that something else changed. When you put an 8x10 camera on a tripod, the decisions a photographer makes become very clear and conscious. There is a period of awareness, of self-consciousness, of decisions, that is different from 35 millimeter. So that even though I knew what I was doing with American Surfaces, I felt like I could take a picture that really felt “natural,” or that you were less aware of the mediation, that was harder to achieve when I started using the view camera because of the self-consciousness of the decisions. Over time, I very slowly examined each of the decisions involved in putting a picture together, and played with it, and tried to learn how to do it so that I could eventually get to the point of very consciously taking a picture that had much of the same quality that American Surfaces had, except doing it with this great big camera.

Does that make sense?

GIL BLANK: It does, but rationalizing everything on a purely formal or technical basis seems inadequate.

STEPHEN SHORE: I’m talking about one aspect of the picture, and as an artist out there working, I have other intentions as well. But I’m following one particular trajectory in describing this to you.

GIL BLANK: Is there another way for us to enlarge a reading of the work and its implications, and to draw some kind of systemic understanding from its unfolding? To explain Uncommon Places, even if only incidentally, as the outcome of what just sorta happens when a guy starts working with an 8x10 camera would, I think, minimize its position as the higher embodiment of the pictorial project you presumably spent the earlier part of your career working to articulate. As we’ve discussed at length, you were exceptionally conscious of your place among your contemporaries at the time of its making. Furthermore, you’ve commonly been regarded in retrospect as a key initiator of several photographic and art-historical developments to do with the reinvigoration of pictorial formats. So I think it’s incumbent upon any discussion of the transition taking place in Uncommon Places to contextualize its impact as one great example of the intrinsic viability of the photographic project.

What I can’t say is whether the view camera brought about a desire to create the kind of pictures we see in Uncommon Places, or whether, after knowing that you had attained some sense of completion in American Surfaces, the desire evolved within you to find some means for achieving that more intricately constructed and elucidated sense of pictorial space, which in turn necessitated the use of the view camera.

STEPHEN SHORE: There were a couple of steps. When I started Uncommon Places and first went to the Crown Graphic, my intention was simply to produce a larger negative, and do the exact same pictures. The first pictures I did, and which have never been published, were of a Chinese takeout meal on a table done with an on-camera flash on the Crown Graphic, a big old flashbulb like Weegee used to use. The more pictorial explorations started with the use of the view camera. The following year, in 1974, I borrowed an 8x10 camera from my friend Weston Naef, and I remember the first day I used it thinking that I had found the tool that I had been looking for. So only at that point does the second part of your argument come into play, of whether the camera led me to this, or whether it was something in me that led to the camera. In the course of that year using the 4x5, other interests arose, and when I got my hands on an 8x10 for the first time, I immediately felt like I had found the tool to do what I had wanted to do, even before I knew I wanted to do it.

GIL BLANK: I want to ask you about your use of portraiture in Uncommon Places, which has always seemed to me to be its most problematic aspect. If we’re to consider at least one chief aspect of the project as the attempt at a rigorous analysis of pictorial space, and that act itself of constructing such a hermetic and evacuated space as an emblematic parallel to a thoroughly disillusioned model of subjectivity, what possible value could a portrait practice have within that, projecting as it does such hopes of the essentializing and consummating moment?

STEPHEN SHORE: It’s a complicated issue. Let me give you a couple of different answers. First, in formal terms, it’s a different kind of subject. American Surfaces, for instance, which also used portraiture as one of its several motifs, had a different kind of balance between people, objects, and places than Uncommon Places did, which is much more architecture-oriented. I may be wrong, but if you were to take those architectural pictures out of it, and were left with food and objects, the people might fit in more. It’s because it’s a more singular subject and not a scene that it calls forth different formal solutions. But that’s not addressing the deeper question you’re asking.

When I look at a photographic portrait, I don’t believe that I can draw any true conclusion about the person being photographed. I can have responses to the image; I can have thoughts and feelings about it, in the same way that I would have thoughts and feelings about a fictional character. That could even be very interesting. But in reading a novel, for example, I don’t mistake the character for being a real person.

I think an interesting example of this is Intimate Enemy, a book that the photographer Robert Lyons did. He had access to prisons in Rwanda. He photographed both perpetrators and survivors of the genocide. Some of the portraits project that quality of presumptive wisdom that Paul Strand might have tried to get; they have the photographic signs that we’re culturally cued to pick up on, like the look in the eye, the wrinkles on the face. And then you’ll find out that this person is in fact a monster.

I’d say then that I see portraits as visual fictions. When I take a portrait, I have to be aware of how this expression is going to look out of the context of time, frozen into this moment, and how it could be read. But here’s the thing: That doesn’t mean that at the same time I can’t bring my own perceptions to bear and attempt to see something in that person.

So I’m not in fact completely denying the old-fashioned notion of the portrait. I know enough about photography though to know that as a viewer of a portrait, I can’t then take what I see in the portrait and make judgments about the person shown. Having said that, here’s the confusing factor. Tod Papageorge, who’s an old friend, came out to Berkeley, where my wife Ginger and I were getting married, and he photographed our wedding. It was in the backyard of a house we were renting in Berkeley. And other than Henry Wessel, Tod didn’t know anyone there. But he took pictures of these people who are friends of mine, and I look at the pictures today and I think, “Gosh, Tod really got them. This is such a typical moment of this person; there’s something of this person’s personality that Tod really captured again and again and again.” And that confuses things, particularly in light of the Rwanda monsters.

There’s a picture in Uncommon Places of a couple from Oregon, the Wehrlys. He’s a guy with white hair and a beard, and his wife is looking at him, with her arm on him, and there’s a kind of tenderness between them, and he looks like a profound person. As I recall, he was an alcoholic who had nothing particularly interesting to say. He just looked a certain way. Who knows why she looked at him in that way at that moment? I’m taking a picture out of a flow of events.

For me there aren’t any simple answers to that; there are many layers.

GIL BLANK: The Papageorge anecdote, I think, at least raises one complication, which is the mutually exclusive nature of public and private meanings in a portrait.

STEPHEN SHORE: But what I’m suggesting is that Tod had particular insight. An ability to see someone for the first and only time in his life, and pick up on something in their personality.

GIL BLANK: You’re speaking, then, of mannerisms. Photographic as well as social.

STEPHEN SHORE: Mannerisms. But they seem very true to those people, and I think another photographer, who may have been less perceptive than Tod, would have been there and gotten entirely different pictures.

GIL BLANK: I’ve mentioned portraiture because it feels to me like the feature of Uncommon Places that most prominently hearkens back to the more traditional idea of essentializing. Does Uncommon Places, in contrast to that, seek what we have been referring to as a neutralized ground? Was that ever an intention behind it? A way, on the one hand, of looking for a form of pictorial consummation, the sense that this picture could only have been taken from this place, at this time, by this person; but on the other hand a self-conscious leveraging of that ambiguous photographic facticity, one that empties out the same construction, so that to your complement, the sensitized viewer, it becomes a neutral ground upon which any subsequent subjectivities might begin anew?

STEPHEN SHORE: Regarding neutrality, what I remember thinking about at the time was that with all the respect I have for Robert Frank, I still felt his work was too pointed. In the early ’70s, the term “fictive” was often used in conversations among photographers. And despite all the Postmodern writers who would come soon after, this was no news to photographers. You couldn’t be a good photographer if you believed that a picture was a factual depiction of reality, because you wouldn’t have been in command of the tools.

What occurs to me as you ask this is that maybe one of the reasons Uncommon Places allows for new ideas to flow is that I’m not trying to confine it to a specific set of ideas. That this is a journey of exploration for me. And there are visual questions that arise, and questions about content that arise, and as I explore them, I take them on as they come. So there isn’t an overarching or single intention, which can explain why I might treat different things in different visual ways, and do at different times.

Some photographers go out and want to make beautiful photographs. I think that puts the cart before the horse. Good photographs are the by-product of some other exploration, or some other intention. If I’m following through on those explorations and intentions, I can’t help but ultimately create what you’re referring to as the arc of an oeuvre — there’s nothing else, in fact, that I can do.

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INTERVIEW: "Interview with Brett Weston (1991)"


Interview with Brett Weston by Steve Anchell, December 3, 1991 - Originally appeared in PhotoPro Magazine, 1992

No Compromise

He has been called a photographers' photographer. His virtuoso work has been compared in it's influence to that of Bach, and parallels have been drawn between his life and Picasso's.

The son of Edward Weston and Flora Chandler, Brett Weston has produced a consistent and prolific body of astonishing images since 1925. He has utilized his energy and natural gifts for almost seven decades. A full sixty-eight years of uninterrupted endeavor, a prodigious span of sustained attention, persistence of vision, and unflagging creative drive.

The "child genius" of American photography turned eighty on December 16, 1991. On that date he began destroying nearly seventy years worth of negatives. This interview was conducted about two weeks before, on December 3.


Steve Anchell: When and where were you born?

Brett Weston: I was born in Los Angeles, on Los Feliz between Hollywood and Glendale, near Griffith Park. It was actually at the Chandler Ranch, which my grandmother owned, at the mouth of the San Fernando Valley. It was December 16, 1911. That's Beethoven's birthday, too.

SA: Congratulations to both of you.

BW: Thank you.

SA: I understand that you plan to destroy your negatives on your 80th birthday, that would be in about two weeks.

BW: Probably before that. I always say I'm going to burn them on my birthday. But I'm not going to actually burn them because of the pollution, I will destroy them, though. You see, there are plenty of prints around, but I couldn't print your negatives, the way you would, and you couldn't print mine.

SA: That's true, but you printed Edward's negatives...

BW: Under his supervision.

SA: Couldn't you train someone to do that?

BW: I wouldn't want to do that. It's a very personal thing. Printing is the ultimate moment of truth in photography. I'm giving the university a dozen of my negatives, but I'm scratching them. I don't want students printing my work. Architectural, news, photo-documentary, that's another matter. It's a very personal thing. Would you want strangers printing your work?

SA: No, but there is a difference. Your work is a legacy. Your vision has significance beyond anything that has been done in the latter half of this century. It has significance not only to photographers, but to visual artists working in all media. If your negatives are destroyed, there will come a time when your work may not be available to inspire future generations. You will be limiting it's accessibility for historians, students, and young photographers.







BW: That may be true. But I have never played to a large audience. I would rather have 10 people who understand and appreciate my work, than ten thousand who get excited because they're told it's the thing to do. I love appreciation, we all do. But, I don't photograph for anybody but myself.

I don't think of it in terms of money. Once the work is completed that's a different thing. I might make a portfolio to sell, but I don't have that thought in mind when I go out to make a photograph. I do it just for the love and excitement.

My dad donated his negatives to the Photographic Center in Arizona. Truthfully, if my dad were alive today I'd say "Dad, don't do it." I'd argue with him. But he was very generous. I wouldn't do it. Cole printed his negatives for years. I printed his fiftieth anniversary portfolio, a huge number of prints, under his direction in 1952. They sold for $100.00, which in those days was a lot of money.

He was selling prints in those days for $15, $25. He never sold a print for more than $25 in his entire life, not even platinum. Did you know when he died he only had $300 in the bank? And now his images sell for $15,000 to $35,000 for a single 8x10" black and white print! He's probably laughing now!

SA: Your prints didn't sell for too much until ten, fifteen years ago?

BW: No, the photographic boom didn't start until Lee Witkin, one of the first people to successfully show photography. Actually, before him Julian Levy had a gallery in New York, about fifteen years ago. I was selling very, very few prints, even though I've supported myself selling prints since I was a kid. I was no good in the commercial world. I just couldn't do it, thank God! Don't misunderstand, I respect a commercial photographer, but it's just something I can't do. I'm too devoted to my own work.

SA: You began your career in 1925, at the age of 13, with a 3 1/4 x 4 1/4 Graflex your father gave you. What other cameras have you used or do you prefer?

BW: My mother gave me an 8x10 view camera in 1930. It cost $25.00 back then. I must have been 20 or so. Over the years, most of my work has been done with either 8x10 or 11x14. In recent years I've suffered a series of accidents and setbacks which have prevented me from physically handling the big cameras. I've come to rely almost entirely on 2 1/4. The Rollei SL66 and the Pentax 6x7, I call it my giant 35. For abstractions and close-in things, I prefer the big Mamiya 6x7.

Modern film and optics are amazing. It's marvelous what you can do. I really miss the big formats, though. It's a very direct way of working. I'm used to the small formats now, not 35mm, that's a specialized tool, which I respect, it's just not for me. Eugene Smith and Cartier-Bresson, both men I knew, have done magnificent work with 35mm, it's just not right for what I do. The smallest I use is the Rollei 6x6, it has front swings, a superb camera.

SA: How has using a smaller camera affected your work, altered your seeing?

BW: Well, in some ways it's improved things. I'm more flexible, fluid now, and it's more spontaneous in a way. I'm able to use it on a tripod like a small view camera, unless I'm doing portraits or underwater nudes, then I hand-hold.







SA: How often do you do portraits?

BW: Just when I feel like it. I don't do it for money, just for myself, but not very often. I've had to do portraits in the past, for bread and butter. I had portrait studios at one time or another in Santa Monica, San Francisco, Santa Maria, and in Santa Barbara, but like I said, I was never a very good businessman. I have always been primarily concerned with doing my own thing. Fortunately, I was willing to live simply and economically, and I still do, although, by comparison, I make an enormous amount of money through the sale of my prints.

SA: Your vision is unique, you've never been in the main stream of photography.

BW: I hope not! But I don't try to be different, I just am. If you strive to be different all the time, it gets to be obvious, contrived. My work is a way of 'seeing', it's one's perception, one's vision.

SA: There's something unique that makes an artist. Any one can master the techniques to create, but there's only about 5% that achieve genius.

BW: This happens in music, literature, painting, you can't teach that. You can teach technique, but you know that. A lot of teachers don't realize that. Given the material, a good teacher can excite and stimulate someone to create, but he can't make them an artist.

SA: Your work contains elements of violence, power, strong strains of masculine energy. It often explodes off the paper it's printed on. I notice a tendency in your more recent work, that is to say the last decade, to move in close and create abstractions. Many photographers move in close with their cameras and come back with nothing.

BW: I have my share of that too. One becomes more assured as you get older. I say 'assured', I don't mean cock-sure or arrogant, it's that you become more aware, more perceptive. As a young kid, I had a certain kind of an eye, different than my father's, which he was very aware of. Of course, I was greatly influenced by him, but it's all in what a person adds, we're all a part of a stream.

SA: If you recognized potential in a young person, what would you do to bring it out of him?

BW: Oh, I would encourage him to work, if it's there it will come out. I think artists are born, not created in art schools.

SA: Not limiting yourself to photographers, who were the major influences in your life?

BW: Well, in a large sense, everybody I meet. Particularly musicians, sculptures, painters, some photographers. My father, of course. But I never intentionally imitate anybody, not consciously, at least.

SA: It's more likely photographers would imitate you . . .

BW: I don't encourage that. I don't like to see 'followers'. Ansel did, but my father never encouraged it. He was very generous, my dad, but he didn't like to have people imitating him. But influence is something else again, Dad was influenced, we're all influenced, we're just a progression, building on what's gone before.

SA: What musicians influenced you?

BW: Well, I knew Stravinsky, he's the great contemporary. I was raised on Bach, Mozart, and Vivaldi. Those are people I love. Contemporary musicians I don't generally respond to. Some jazz, not very much. Some early New Orleans jazz, I like the Flamenco. It's a personal thing. The classics I respond more to, Brahms, Beethoven. I generally prefer Bach to Beethoven. Bach never lets me down, Beethoven sometime does. Bach is more of a musician's musician.

SA: That's probably because Bach composed for a limited audience, whereas Beethoven composed for much larger audiences. I would compare Ansel to Beethoven and you to Bach.

BW: Ansel played to an audience all his life. He was trained as a musician, a very fine one. I met Ansel in 1928, before you were born. I also like Pablo Casals, he played into his 90's. Matisse is one of my favorite artists. He continued painting into his 80's.

SA: You'll be 80 in a few weeks and you're entering your 70th year as a photographer. You're still very active. Are you working every day?

BW: That's right, I'm working every day and I love it. I was printing this morning at 2am. I don't print for as long as I used to. Only 3 hours. But I do it every night. It's wonderful, the phone doesn't ring, I can leave the windows open to let fresh air in, because it's night, especially in Hawaii.

SA: What about new work?

BW: Every day. As soon as I finish printing a negative I'm ready to go on and make a new one. I don't like reprinting the same negative all the time. In fact, I'm leaving for Hawaii in a few weeks. I'm anxious to get back there and work some more.

SA: The image "Holland Canal" must drive you crazy.

BW: Oh it does, I'm just sick of it. It's not a bad photograph, but I'm just sick of printing it. I stopped printing it in 1980. I call it my "Moonrise". I went round and round with Carol (Williams) about using it for the cover of my latest book, Master Photographer. Have you seen my last two or three books?

SA: I have Personal Selection, Five Decades, and Voyage of the Eye.

BW: Personal Selection is my best book. The last book, Master Photographer, is a little bigger, has too much writing, and I don't like the title, but it's wonderfully reproduced. There are two more on the way. They'll be the last. I can't be bothered, I'm too involved in my work.

SA: I've always liked Voyage of the Eye.

BW: Too much poetry in that. I have nothing against poetry, but I don't think photography needs poetry. They want to bring another edition of that book out. I'm not going to let them unless they include 30 more images selected by myself and eliminate the poetry.

SA: Brett, when I think of your life and your work, there are two words which come to mind . . .

BW: No compromise.

Brett Weston died in 1993 at the age of 81.
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THEORY: "The Social Legacy of Bill Brandt (2000)"


"The Social Legacy of Bill Brandt"

November 2, 2000

To complement the exhibition "Toppers and Cloth Caps: The Social Divide according to Bill Brandt", The Special Photographers Gallery invited Francis Hodgson, the curator of the exhibition and a noted photographic writer, critic and historian to talk with the photographer Geraint Cunnick about his own personal interpretation of Brandt's images and his contribution to the history of photography and the social history of Britain.

The following exclusive interview, fuelled by Hodgson's longstanding admiration of Brandt, is a fascinating and compelling overview of their conversation on the 23rd October 2000.

Bill Brandt (1904–1983) was one of the Twentieth Century's greatest photographers producing a body of photographic works that range from stark realism and social comment to pure abstraction and surrealism. Born in Hamburg to an English father, Brandt served as an apprentice to Man Ray before working independently in Paris, sharing the city's creative energy with other notable lensmen such as Brassai and
Kertesz.

Brandt settled in England in 1931, his attention utterly focused on the project 'The English at Home' – a cool, foreign look at his adopted home that resulted in many of his most famous early images and underlined a commitment to both social commentary and a certain photographic stylisation. His career through the 1930s and 1940s ran parallel with the emergence of the great photographic magazines such as Picture Post and Lilliput which afforded Brandt the opportunity to produce important, ground-breaking photographic essays, the most notable being images from the industrial and coal-mining areas of Northern England. Later in his career, Brandt's attention turned to the landscape and its natural form: both in terms of pictorial qualities, in the book "Literary Britain", and as an abstracted metaphor in the extended series of nude studies which combined and contrasted aspects of the landscape and the female form in a justly celebrated body of images.

Geraint Cunnick: Where do we begin with Bill Brandt?

Francis Hodgson: Let's start with a very simple perception that Brandt is by far the greatest British photographer and I include in that even Fox Talbot. Brandt is the only British photographer who's absolutely world class as we come to the end of photography's span as a separate art form. Curiously, the reason for that is that he didn't regard photography as a separate art form. He was literate and educated in books and theatre and dance as a young man - he cared passionately about the arts - but the critical thing is that he was always somebody who had something to say. On my own personal level of admiration I think that there is no greater photographer because the messages are so important – he is somebody who really did believe in social equality, in a decline of a certain kind of idyllic British life.

GC: So Brandt is a photographer who is not that interested in photographic practises?

FH: What you say is that he was never a hobbyist and never a darkroom obsessive but a complete photographer. The reason I'd say so is that he never made a photograph unless he had something to say in it.

GC: Brandt was a German émigré …

FH: Well, Brandt starts as a man in disguise. He's German but pretends to be English although he's German enough so that he never changes his own name. He was a unique émigré; in a generation where hundreds of important men came over from Germany and other European countries to work in Britain, Brandt was the man of British or rather half British decent who was very privileged and who came over not in fear of his life - indeed he came over to a very large house in Kensington. He is privileged in an era when people like The Cambridge Apostles and George Orwell state that it is
difficult to be privileged if you want to be a man of the left and he is quite genuinely a man of the left even though he was a very rich man all his life.




GC: His photography is initially inclined towards social documentary…

FH: He starts as a very considerable journalist. He's interested in class, he's interested in a changing society through industrialisation, and he's interested in what I guess you would term 'social fairness'. Photographs like the parlour maids, the cocktails in the Surrey garden, which all form part of the book The English at Home, are very largely to do with saying that 'all of this' can't last. What he's
using as his tools to say it are really strict objective truth – he never felt he was lying in his pictures and enormous artistry - which always faked what he felt like faking.

For someone like me, I really appreciate the way that Brandt faked things so that the famous picture of the three men in overcoats in a dark alley – one of them is his brother in law, one's a friend of his and they were all paid five bob and a good lunch in the pub to go and do it. He faked many of his photographs at this time. He's a bit like Dashiell Hammett or Raymond Chandler – allowing yourself to say very important things about the state of the nation but through fictitious mechanisms.

GC: As opposed to say The Mass Observation Movement?

FH: Brandt was nearly seduced into Mass Observation – at one point he was made the staff photographer to The Home Affairs Ministry. Their staff draughtsman was Henry Moore and the two staff photographers were Brandt and William MacQuitty. They thought that they were being asked to be 'artists to the war' but they weren't; they were being asked to be propagandists – something that they both frowned over as they both felt that they had their own things to say. Brandt kept the job, hence the great pictures like the sleeping people in the underground, but he refused to do propaganda.

What Brandt then discovered was a sensibility very close to that of Francis Bacon – they were both profoundly shocked by the war and both very alarmed that they could be frightened to death. Brandt becomes a man who discovers the power of a kind of 'distillation' of the truth; then you have to add his relationship with Stefan Lorant, which is very important.

Lorant was the first picture editor really to use news photography for more than news and to turn it into social comment – the first great magazine editor; famous in Britain because he founded both Lilliput and Picture Post and edited them. When Lorant arrived in Britain he found this stable of German émigrés – Felix Mann, Wolfgang Suschitzky and also British native-born photographers like Bert Hardy and Grace Robertson and he tries to weld their acute sense that the world was ending and
that one had to talk about it fast into something newsy and sellable.

Brandt falls into that with open arms and thinks that this mix of profoundly serious and light suits him very well. Actually he's a bit too serious for the market so that Brandt never becomes a staff photographer on Picture Post. He regards himself partly a 'holly fool'; Brandt can say what ever he likes because no one owns him - he's rich, he's privileged, he's beautifully well trained and he's fantastically literate in the arts. His inclination is to produce a book like Literary Britain, a much more satirical book than the present nostalgic sentimental way of regarding this subject would produce – it's more of a Betjeman-type book.

GC: To what extent does this represent a definition of Brandt's photographic intentions?

FH: What you have is a beginning of a vision of a man who is partly George Orwell, he's trained to some extent by Man Ray therefore partly a surrealist. He's more of a literary man than visual man - basically a literary critic and social critic but he using a camera as his tool. Out of this you get an admirable body of basic work – the Bronte landscapes, the landscapes of Hardy – stuff that Brandt can do standing on his head. You also get a deeply disturbed vision of a privileged man himself worrying about privilege and a German Englishman worried about the relations between Germany and England and a kind of Kensington Intellectual worrying about the
decline of the things of the sense.

Brandt really did feel all his life that the educated classes had let down the nation by the failure of education – it failed to use education and culture for the things that it could do. The values that he felt to matter were being eroded left, right and centre. At the top end of the class structure they were eroded by a sort of treason, that people didn't live up to the expectations of the world; and at the
bottom they were eroded by economy – that people were too broke to be able to contribute.

Brandt really did feel all his life that the educated classes had let down the nation by the failure of education – it failed to use education and culture for the things that it could do. The values that he felt to matter were being eroded left, right and centre. At the top end of the class structure they were eroded by a sort of treason, that people didn't live up to the expectations of the world; and at the
bottom they were eroded by economy – that people were too broke to be able to contribute.



This is a message-carrying photographer; it's not a photographer who's particularly interested in old-fashioned ideas of beauty - he invents his beauty. He's very aware that the reproduction in journals when he started as a young man is not very good –so the more contrasty the picture the easier it is to reproduce in black and white. (In that scale of thinking there is a later photographer who is forever in his debt and that is John French – the fashion photographer and the teacher and pupil
master to Bailey and Donovan.) But more than anything, he's acutely determined to persuade and seduce audiences into believing the same things that he does.

GC: But by this period in his career, Brandt is pulling away from a straight form of
photographic representation into other areas such as abstraction both in camera and to a certain extent tonally in the darkroom…

FH: My vision – and it may be wrong – is of three conflicting forces. A real artist, a surrealist interested in the value of the thing for its own sake. A message carrier-type of journalist working in that branch of surrealism, which is all about shocking the Bourgeoisie and changing things – he's very genuine as that. He's also a working journalist making his job on freelance piece by freelance piece, which is why he goes to places like Ascot.

Out of the three of them I struggle to make something called Brandt's aesthetic to which you are alluding. What people think of as Brandt's aesthetic are very, very dark prints from very late in his career when he had glaucoma and it was very difficult for him to see the prints and he didn't really believe that the grainy, mid-toned prints that people were then used to seeing were very expressive.

What I also don't hold with Brandt is that extraordinary thing called 'The Print Market'. Late in Brandt's life, people came to the realization that photography is difficult because its very common and that vintage prints are worth more money than modern ones and that prints need to follow certain rules: they need to be very pure, very clean. Brandt didn't work like that, Brandt wanted to get a message across – he would frequently draw on a print with a biro or a felt-tipped pen, scribbled on it
until he got what he wanted, made a copy negative from that print and sold prints from that. There's nothing wrong with that, it's utterly stupid to think that that isn't pure because it doesn't follow the cannons of 1970s American photographic habits. Brandt was a communicator – if he felt that he could do more with the print, he would and he's following a long line of surrealist artists in doing that.

Photography is absolutely his medium but he doesn't follow the very strict cannons of rarity, purity or authentic photographic seeing he's not interested in photographic seeing, he's interested in telling you things and that's what makes him a great, great artist. A Brandt picture is only complete when the viewer gets what he wanted you to understand and if that took Biro marks or stabbing it with a pencil, all of which I've seen, then that's part of the deal.

He's a populist, he's very demotic, and he's very interested in the mass message. He's perfectly happy to have pictures in Picture Post but very flattered when his pictures are exhibited in The Photographers Gallery late in his life. Then there is a shift as Brandt becomes Britain's most famous photographer and rather enjoys it and becomes someone who suddenly thinks there is a market for his prints. So on a quite large scale, he begins to reproduce his prints and starts selling them through
galleries and respectable dealers - at that point I think that the messages become less important.




GC: I gather that Perspective of Nudes received a mixed response at best when it was first published…

FH: Perspective of Nudes is very late compared to the images within it. You have to compare those pictures with Kertesz's distorted nudes and Lee Friedlander's nudes – Brandt is before either of them at doing it even though Perspective of Nudes is not published until the early 1960s, but may of the photographs date from the 1940s. Kertesz was doing it before, to be fair and with a very similar sensibility – the idea being that the female figure is something that everybody understands but the
distortions by themselves lead to other kinds of beauty. I think Brandt was always considered the greatest photographer, the 'granddaddy' even though he lived through the period when photographers were not much respected.

GC: The greatest on a world stage?

FH: No, but that's to do with the relations between the market for fine photography, the United States and its satellites. The history of that is that the Americans kidnapped the mainstream history of fine photography with a sequence of a very small number of collectors, curators and one or two critics who rewrote it to make it sound American; so that Brandt's distortions are held to be less than Weston's distortions, that Brandt's social documentary is held to be less than Walker Evans and that the 'mature years' Brandt's control of his market is considered flaky and not as focused as some one like Mapplethorpe or Lee Friedlander for example. All of which is a complete nonsense.

Brandt doesn't fit into American versions of photographic history simply for the reasons that American marketeers couldn't market him; because the prints were quite common, quite 'damaged' in their terms, he never made a platinum print in his life, he never tried to insist on the value of the artifact in itself - so he doesn't fit. But on a world stage in our view now – absolutely. I think he's underrated but I think that the beginning of a resurgence is back though I would be very surprised if he was an artist who'd had an exhibition somewhere in the world every year since
he died. He should do – there should be a Brandt overview touring the world forever as there seems to be for Kertesz and Bresson.

GC: His influence and influences?

FH: Huge. Direct on people like Chris Killip, Graham Smith and Ian McDonald – a whole tradition of British documentary photography is completely founded by Bill Brandt.

His influence is absolutely immense on painters - that Brandt's view of the world as
something that could be made more expressive than it was is profoundly influential on people as diverse as Francis Bacon and David Hockney. Brandt's influence is very great on a later generation of painters who felt that their own expression was much more interesting than the subject – what they have to say is more important than what they are saying it about.

Brandt is, in some ways, the first British modern artist and the heroes of British modern art, notably Roland Penrose, understood that. Later it becomes much, much clearer; so that when you get to someone like Paul Graham it's very clear its Brandt who they've been looking at. His influence is absolutely enormous.

Brandt's influences comes from a real admiration for the magazines of Paris in the 1920s notably Minotaure of which he was a great fan and then his relationship with Lorant and to some extent books. I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that Brandt was very influenced by Hemingway, late in his life by Raymond Carver, George Orwell and Zola.

GC: I see a lot of Balthus's influence in Brandt's nudes…

FH: Yes I agree.

GC: And I see both Balthus and Brandt influencing Duane Michals…

FH: Oh absolutely. Duane Michals has often written of his admiration for Brandt.
Brandt is capable of turning something utterly trivial into something enormously important. He is capable of turning something enormously complex into something simply understandable. He's capable of making little plays – little one-view plays which is the parlour maid running the bath or at the window – things that are so full of a kind of Edwardian sensibility. The other thing is that his aesthetic, his view of how a black and white print can have balance and shape and structure is pretty close to being right and no one has come close to beating it.

GC: He was notoriously reluctant to talk about his work and his means of achieving it…

FH: Yes that's true and I suspect that partially he didn't know. He was the least technical photographer; he didn't much care for what camera he used, apart from the distortions where the camera made a difference; he didn't much care for what paper he used – he looked at the results. I rather admire him for that. I've always thought that there is too much obsession with procedure and technique, it becomes formulaic and Brandt never did that. What he did and things he invented are now very visible - you look at Gerhard Richter and its very obvious they come from the nudes and Wolfgang Tillmans, there's a definite Brandt thing there and he wouldn't deny it.

GC: What is Brandt's lasting legacy?

FH: Brandt took a difficult path and tried to turn a kind of Orwellian 'drama/documentary' into art. I suspect that he was probably a bit disappointed towards the end of his life; he enjoyed being a star but I don't think that he quite felt that he had done what he set out to do; I don't think that he felt he'd changed the world. Perhaps that's a bit unreasonable in the same way that Hemingway or George
Orwell didn't change the world and that's not what we really want those people to do anyway – we want them to hold a mirror up to the world for other, more practical people to do the changing.

Brandt did that fantastically well. If you were to ask, say, Neil Kinnock what his world view was it would very quickly become apparent it was formed by Bill Brandt; Fabian Socialism turned into comprehensible gobbits was Bill Brandt and that is a much greater achievement than anything he is given credit for in terms of a nice distorted nude or some very sharp perspectives on a beach in East
Sussex.

GC: The North East photographs of miners come to mind, and the coal-pickers…

FH: Those photographs are fantastically powerful pictures in the psychology of the National Health Service. We know that titles can do great things and Jarrow is a very loaded word in British industrial history; but that picture, the man pushing his bicycle home, which many politicians will claim not to know who took it and they won't remember the date, that picture is central to the welfare socialism that Britain would still possess had it not been for a reaction against it by Margaret Thatcher which lasted twenty years at the end of the last century. It's really true that Brandt is central to the European surviving tradition of Democratic Socialism because Brandt made plain these kinds of complaints and upsets to people who really hadn't seen them clearly before. And that's a very considerable achievement – furthermore it’s very close to what he set out to do.
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Hally Pancer - "America 1986-1990"



The blacktop, it’s cracked and your heart beats a-flowin’… open road blisters peal off and your goin’, patriot eye’s - shit covered in flies, lay back in the chevy and look at the skies.

Big damn breath-stealing skies & American hearts-American eyes.

Out there the young one’s, the old one’s, the black one’s and the cold one’s. The broken one’s and the gold one’s, white one’s and the bold one’s. Red and yellow - brown and mellow. Hollowed-out bones and melancholy tones. And the hope-filled-heroes. The tricksters-the greasers-the dreamers and the killers. Every one of ‘em out there. Even them cowboys, bikers & Mexicanos.

American smells & American yells.







American-fringe and desert-heat singe, dirt in your palms, cheeseburger binge, the red wind howls - feel your grease soaked bowels. Coca Cola sugar in moustache lips - gunpowder stains on black finger tips, boots in the sand… dust on the land, rattlesnake bites - hot star filled nights.

Locals and yokels and them army men with big guns... American one's.

The stereo’s ringin’, the King is a-singin’, the kids are a-blingin’, teary eyes are a-stingin’, fryin' pans are a-flingin'. Red-white-blue-fury, the past gettin' blurry, police in a hurry, white men on a jury. Their heart-pride pounds to help block out the sounds. Them bodies are achin’ - the ends are not makin’.

A big ol’ land…

And all them normal folks makin’ it grand.

Hally Pancer’s America...

www.hallypancer.com

Regards,

Doug Rickard









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THEORY: "Martin Parr - Humanity Is Not Pretty (1994)"


Martin Parr: Humanity Is Not Pretty

There is a belief held by some within the photographic community of the northern hemisphere that a self-aware society, encouraged in that self-awareness by documentary photography, is better equipped to deal with its own shortcomings. Or at the very least, it must admit their existence as proven by the camera even if not forced to rectify them.

That truism may help explain why documentary photography is still alive and well in Europe and to a lesser degree in the United Kingdom. It also explains why such a unique photographer as Martin Parr is doing rather well here. Success has brought him more than his fair share of controversy too, as much to do with the photographs themselves as the wide exposure publication in magazines, books, TV programs, critical articles and exhibitions in unconventional venues bestows on them.

Parr's elevation to full membership status of the Magnum photographic agency did not follow a smooth path either, when he was evidently tagged by some members as an anti-humanist, and so out of step with an organization that prides itself on its old-style humanism. It was a contentious meeting when his entry was to be voted on, with one former Magnum president actively lobbying members against Parr. But he got in and, as one industry insider observed, has proven that Magnum needs him more than he needs Magnum.



The path Parr followed to become such an unlikely Magnum member is equally unlikely. I visited him in his home in Bristol, to find out how he became the globe-trotting photographer he is today. He related how his grandfather was an amateur photographer, a "bromoil worker" who followed the fashion for 19th century Pictorialism popular in the regional camera clubs. Parr would visit his Yorkshire gran'da during school holidays, and watch tantalized as grandfather worked his magic with silver salts, oil and pigment. Parr decided to be a photographer, too.

He told me that "I looked around at the courses that were available to me, applied for four, got accepted by most but I didn't get very good exam results. So, I went to Manchester Polytechnic. I was 18 at the time, so I was pretty naïve, not exactly worldly wise. While I was at art college, I did this project called Home Sweet Home, which was a living room that I built as part of my final exams. This was wallpapered and had different kitsch items spread around in it. After that I put the show on in a couple of other locations."

Following this brief foray into early 1970s installation art, Parr took up the 35mm documentary style that was to establish his name on the photography gallery circuit. Throughout the '70s, black-and-white photography in public spaces and usually with the Leica rangefinder camera, was defacto the officially sanctioned style of serious photographers.

People from a traditional photojournalistic background like David Hurn, Patrick Ward, Tony Ray-Jones and Chris Steele-Perkins were balancing the demands of their careers with personal projects, and often taught in the new departments of photography sprouting up in polytechnics and universities all over Britain.




Much of this activity was influenced by the vigorous book publishing and exhibiting that kick-started in the mid-'60s. John Szarkowski of the Museum of Modern Art in New York mounted the first retrospective show of British photographer Bill Brandt, which then toured all over the United Kingdom. This was followed by equally important shows of such photographers as Lee Friedlander, Diane Arbus, Garry Winogrand, Bruce Davidson, Walker Evans and Edward Weston.

In the early '70s the Photographers Gallery opened its doors in London, and introduced many more American photographers to the British public. This exposure to two different monochrome aesthetics, one the rapidly reacting mobile style of the Leica rangefinder with Tri-X film and the other a more stately sheet film camera mode, was essential in encouraging rapid growth in photography as an expressive medium.

Also, the Arts Council Of Great Britain responded to intensive lobbying by photographers and concerned academics like the remarkable Dr Mike Weaver (who also managed to persuade the Royal Academy to stage the 150th anniversary show of photography after it refused to recognise it as a creative medium throughout that century and a half), appointed a photography officer, and commenced to provide subsidies to publish books, fund exhibitions, and commission dozens of photographers to do documentary photography throughout Britain.

Parr benefited from this newly receptive environment, through his publication of a series of books and exhibitions catalogues, including Bad Weather in 1982, followed by A Fair Day and many others accompanying his shows in Britain, Europe and the United States. Then in the midst of his establishment as a prime monochrome documentarian of British regional life, Parr defected to the opposite camp, it appeared.





Continuing in his self-appointed role as iconoclast of art photography, John Szarkowski had thrown a spanner in the works by publishing William Eggleston's Guide, a book of photographs in the colour negative medium that on first glance appeared to be about nothing much at all, but that on longer viewing revealed Eggleston to be a lyric poet of the everyday. Parr was entranced by the newly revealed possibilities of colour photography, and so took it up with a vengeance.

Parr explained the reasons for choosing to now work in colour negative and with the Plaubel 6x7 wideangle camera: "Colour was regarded as something for snapshot photography or the professional, not for the serious photographer in the UK. After William Eggleston's Guide, it had the official stamp of approval, and people like myself started to see this work where colour was such an integral part of the pictures. I use colour negative film because you can get the exposure wrong and still get a decent print, the prints are very attractive, and it's the best material. I find transparency [film] difficult to expose well, and too contrasty."

"The idea of using flash combined with daylight was to create a surreal effect, using those very bright colours. It's amateur film I use, so it helps give it extra saturation. Then the camera is a wideangle so you're in very close. All those things contribute to the look and feel of the photograph. I can't remember who actually introduced me to the Plaubel 6x7 camera, but when I saw it I thought, "God, this is fantastic for a 6x7 and very good quality!"."

The first project Parr undertook in his new medium was The Last Resort, set in New Brighton. I spoke to Michael Collins, picture editor of theTelegraph Magazine and a confirmed admirer of Parr's photography, about this extremely controversial work.



"It was about him and his sad appreciation of this fairly miserable, rundown seaside resort which always held this hypothetical allure for him," Collins commented. "Martin always wanted to go there when he was a kid, and here he is photographing it now. They are lonely pictures, and there's an awful lot there about the vision of the observer. He's very clever, Martin. His sense of composition is superb, but I can't use him that often because a lot of people find his work cruel, and he does have an angry sense of humour."

"Perversely, he's one of the most decent human beings you could come across, but he has quite a cutting eye." Many commentators think Parr's eye so cutting that it draws unacceptable amounts of blood, and that he simply has it in for the working class depicted in The Last Resort.

"I am surprised at how controversial that show and book and indeed all my shows were. I am only photographing what is obvious, and part of my way of working is to tap into people's prejudices, and depict all aspects of things happening in today's society," Parr explains. "I give people an opportunity to air their prejudices, and if they want to say the working class is scruffy and dirty, then the pictures exist to illustrate that thesis."

Parr's next project, The Cost Of Living, observed his own middle class at work and play amongst the fields of consumerism, and it got more backs up than ever before, but it was The Last Resort that became a classic of photography, and second-hand copies of it are in huge demand.

The next book to be published, Small World, is like all Parr's other recent projects drawn from photographs made on assignment for magazines. It is about global tourism, and so depicts people of all nationalities and classes. If the critical response is true to form, just about everyone's backs will be up everywhere.

By Karl-Peter Gottschalk
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THEORY: "Andreas Gursky - THE BIG PICTURE (2001)"


Andreas Gursky - THE BIG PICTURE

By Katy Siegel & Alex Alberro, Artforum International, January 1, 2001

CONSUMING VISION By Katy Siegel

Andreas Gursky makes really big photographs. This is the one thing about his work that everyone can agree on. Why does he do it? The answer seems obvious: to see the big picture, things too vast to take in with either the human eye or a camera fixed at a particular viewpoint (mountains, public architecture, mass leisure, modern industry). The grandness of these phenomena, both natural and un-, begs to be writ large. But Gursky also grinds exceedingly fine, cramming information into his images, as if we were peering simultaneously through binoculars and a microscope. Looking both long and close, he shows us everything.

A few months ago, I met a man who lives in London and does things with money; he said he solved problems for major wealthy types. He gave the example of a computer king in Seattle who was buying a boat, made only in Holland, that cost the equivalent of $50 million American. He wanted to pay for it all at once, while the dollar was high, but the Dutch yacht company wanted him to pay in installments, over the course of the three years they would need to build the boat. My acquaintance's job was to figure out a way to get the magnate's dollars into guilders before the dollar weakened.

The computers were made in Asia and sold in the US. The bank was in London, and the boat was in Holland. There were nuances I didn't grasp. But the moral of the story is that we live in a big, complicated world, where Korean microchips are subject to innumerable permutations at the hands of thousands of people in several nations, to end up (temporarily) as a giant Dutch yacht.



Gursky's images of global commerce resemble neither the mechanist celebration of technological progress (Strand, Renger-Patzsch) nor the humanist critique of labor (Lewis Hine) of the early twentieth century. When he visited more than seventy prominent industrial companies over the course of the 1990s, he often found, to his surprise, a nineteenth-century romanticism lingering in the worn, looming machinery. In order to render the factories perfectly "contemporary," he cleaned up many of his images digitally, sharpening the grids of architectural design and mechanical placement. Gursky explains this arrangement in two ways, claiming first an aesthetic rationale: "As a person who primarily experiences his environment visually, I am always observing my immediate surroundings. Consequently, I am constantly putting things in order, sorting them out, until they become a whole." The other explanation he offers is more cognitive, less artistic: "My preference for clear structures is the result of my desire, perhaps illusory, to keep track of things and maintain my grip on the world." Order makes a better picture, but it also gives us a deceptive feeling of control--through comprehension--of our environment.

Gursky's static, even antiseptic factories contrast sharply with the chaos of his stock exchanges. They are almost always frenetic, swirling masses of people; with the exception of the hushed arrays of computer operators in his 1994 diptych of the Hong Kong exchange, these pictures look loud. In fact, to emphasize the sense of movement, Gursky double-exposed sections of his most recent image of the Chicago Board of Trade (Chicago, Board of Trade II, 1999), blurring many of the figures. And as he often does with these pictures, he digitally tweaked the colors for maximum saturation, to almost hallucinatory effect. The effect does not exaggerate the reality; digital manipulation merely compensates for the short exposure time needed for sharp resolution.

These images condense the human, phenomenological experience of being there--moving while looking, seeing through time and space. Gursky makes photographs that are at once superhuman and all too human: images that see more than we can see, in better focus, with more density of detail. Yet whether this leads to greater understanding isn't clear, and the artist isn't saying.

Recently, Gursky has been photographing stockholders' meetings, the annual conferences where corporate shareholders gather to vote on policy. He wants to merge thirty different meetings and corporations into a single image, taking place in a fantastic architectural setting, which he will generate digitally (a first for him). The one picture will literally represent a worldwide network of exchange. (The image will appear in the Museum of Modern Art retrospective if it can be completed in time.) But even when the photographs are, as they say, "straight," Gursky begins with an image in his mind, often waiting years before finding the right situation to start shooting. He used to travel with his camera, finding his images as he went. Now he goes without; he builds the pictures in his mind's eye, waiting until they're fully resolved before he begins to assemble the actual photograph. Like many artists, Gursky relies on his visual sensitivity to navigate. As he told interviewer Veit Gorner, "I have the ability to sort out the 'valid' pictures from the images we are inundated with every day and have them ready for use when my intuition tells me the right moment has come, before mixing them with immediate visual experiences into an independent image." He wants to represent the world--not to document it, but to crystallize physical and social reality.



One of Gursky's strongest (and largest) photos, Untitled V, 1997, is an arrangement of athletic shoes on six long shelves. He once encountered a similar display but thought that the original "would not have sufficed for a convincing photograph. The real shoe display was pictorially ineffective and harmlessly presented." (Interesting to hear a fine artist criticizing the consumer culture for ineffectuality.) His father was a commercial photographer, and Gursky is comfortable with, rather than wary of or enraptured by, the techniques of advertising photography. The artist built a short double shelf, which he then photographed six times, painstakingly figuring out the proper angles from which to shoot and restocking the shelves with different shoes for each session. The negatives were then pieced together digitally to make a single, monumental image, reflected on the floor. The final picture not only symbolizes the dizzying plenitude of these commodities, their sameness and difference, but re-creates the phenom enological, cognitive experience of visiting a place like NikeTown. The shelf is impossibly massive, impervious, yet clearly registers a subjective perspective, as we pass along the length that approaches the size of the display.

NikeTown isn't the only big show around: Nature is huge and unmasterable too, if no longer sublime--this isn't the eighteenth century, after all, or even the nineteenth. Gursky's work of the '80s, which tended to emphasize leisure and nature, was often placed in the German Romantic tradition of the sublime, in the vein of Caspar David Friedrich. But, much like the stock exchanges, Gursky's '90s nature pictures often feature antlike figures participating in almost humorous social formations rather than braving God's country on their own. As he puts it, "The camera's enormous distance from these figures means that they become de-individualized. So I am never interested in the individual, but in the human species and its environment." We see tiny beings in an Olympic skiing parade (Engadin, 1995) or out for a frigid dip in the Rhine (New Year Swimmers, 1988), evidence of the strange things people do in groups.

However, in Gursky's most iconic image of the river, Rhein II, 1999, the human presence is conspicuously absent: The background has been erased, wiped clean of both incidental shrubbery and man-made edifices. The artist expunges not in the name of natural purity but to provide the "most contemporary possible view" of the Rhine, rather than an "unusual, possibly picturesque view." Instead of a split second stolen from a constant flow, he renders the river as a frozen archetype; flattened into bands, the image, as many have observed, becomes a natural Newman, Monumentality and timelessness can, ironically, be found as well in one of Gursky's fashion pictures, Prada I, 1996. Not only do the immaculate shelves conjure modernist sobriety, but, on taking a closer look (as these images always demand), you can see shoes from both the fall and spring collections, a simultaneity never encountered in a Prada store. Despite the fact that fashion in general (and this label in particular) is all about currency and ephemer ality, Gursky creates from it something so paradoxically solid that the image compresses "fashion" to become its emblem.

Shoes aren't the only seemingly slight subject to attract Gursky's monumentalizing attention. He takes an interest in phenomena still more minor, less obviously in need of a large format. Some of these subjects are small in scale, like the details of representational paintings. Others, such as industrial carpet and fluorescent lights, are metaphorically small, normally beneath notice. As Gursky puts it, he sees both microscopically and macroscopically.



In the mid-'90s, while visiting a Bonnard exhibition, Gursky found himself drawn to small areas of the tactile, stucco-ish paintings. He thought about this experience for a few years, photographing in the meantime a group of Turners at the Tate (Turner Collection, 1995) and a Pollock at MOMA (Untitled VI, 1997), staged as if for an auction catalogue. In 1999, Gursky returned to his original idea, photographing details of paintings by Constable and van Gogh (Untitled X and Untitled XIV, respectively), perhaps not incidentally two of our most famous nature painters. The artist blew up the passages by a factor of at least twenty; the paintings' materiality comes into focus as the surface images lose resolution, further abstracting already cropped and isolated images. That is to say, we can hardly tell what these paintings are "of."

This diffusion into abstraction seems to operate as a metaphor for the materiality of the photograph, the way that photographic images reveal either grain, in straight photography, or pixels, in digital photography, when sufficiently enlarged. (Gursky uses both: His images are conventionally printed, but the negatives are often digitally scanned and manipulated before being output as a large negative.) We can identify a tree in the Constable because the paint is strongly differentiated in size, hue, and value; the paint surface is so astonishingly complex as to verge on the arbitrary. The van Gogh is harder to read; although the marks vary in size, they are more regularly placed and almost monotone in color.

Rhyming with the theme of allover painting, carpets (like oceans and sky) are subjects that beg allover depiction. Because of its anonymous, industrial quality, the Kunsthalle carpet in Dusseldorf (Untitled I, 1993) makes a particularly good subject: Not only could this particular allover stretch of carpet extend infinitely, it could easily be any number of identical carpets in various public buildings. Like Gerhard Richter's gray paintings, the image presents a deadpan all-things-being-equal face. Above all, it reminds us of the photographic emulsion itself, blown up; in a double irony, the photograph is itself composed of those grains of silver. This reciprocity echoes in the hyperreal, gritty texture of the foreground road in Toys 'R' Us, 1999, and, less perfectly, in the enlarged dirt patch of Untitled III, 1996. The scale and structure of the photograph's constituent material elements and the material elements of its subject converge.

A carpet is a grid system: thousands of fibers woven into or knotted to a matrix or a support surface at regular intervals. Carpet, like photographic emulsion, becomes an articulated representation when light is refracted off those tiny fibrous elements. That is, the light picks up certain elements, making some lighter than others, forming a distinct image. Because the light varies, the carpet--its image--fails to completely flatten out.

Refractive light and perspective interact quite literally in the ceiling of Brasilia, Plenarsaal, I, 1994. The abstraction "light" becomes banal fluorescent lighting panels in a grid formation (much like the grid of digital pixels that structures many of these images). But the lights are irregular, some of them brighter and some dimmer, creating a pattern rather than a continuous, undifferentiated surface. The irregularity is emphasized by the fact that the ceiling does not parallel the picture plane; its orthagonals recede sharply from the photographic surface, as seen from the photographer's perspective. This perspective is the final element that guarantees the appearance of irregularity in even the most regular subjects--it physically slants them. When Gursky minimizes perspectival effects, as in Rhein II, the picture flattens. In Brasilia, a straight photograph, human perspective distorts a blandly strict subject; in life, the grid always fails its ideal incarnation. Asked about the common characterizati on of his work as inhuman, the artist replies that even his unpopulated pictures are made and seen by people.

Gursky works the visual theme of refraction or reflection in many of his photographs, including Bibliothek and 99 Cent, both 1999. He also capitalizes on the effect of light bouncing off a large regular surface in May Day IV, 2000, his most recent rave photograph, for which he used a giant flashlight. Here, the even, undifferentiated matrix is composed of human beings, not fibers, and the raking light picks out "irregularities" both formal and social, such as individual faces and gestures. Like paint strokes or the grains of photographic emulsion, the people are both random and ordered, independent and responsive to the demands of a larger, structuring order. This is industrialism set to a human scale, nonetheless overpowering.



Perhaps the contrast between overarching order and its constituent parts is most emphatically underscored in Gursky's photographs of pages taken from Robert Musil's Man Without Qualities, such as Untitled XII (Musil), Reading on vacation, the artist experienced a sudden shift in perspective, as the page in front of him lost its meaning as part of a transparent narrative, becoming instead an opaque, whole visual image. To represent this perceptual paradox, the artist chose passages from Musil, a quintessentially modern German-Austrian writer known for his plain, straightforward prose; in order to preserve the writing's general quality, he focused on stretches of text that lack the names of characters. So in the end, the four photographs of pages from the book read not only in terms of the content of those specific pages; they represent language per se.

The Man Without Qualities is not, of course, a sheerly aesthetic (or antiaesthetic) choice; the selection resonates too specifically with Gursky's project. The book describes a network of characters and events that is both extraordinarily intricate and strangely neutral. In a passage photographed for Untitled XII (Musil), Ulrich, the protagonist, senses this: "He basically felt capable of having any virtue and any vice, and the fact that a balanced social system generally, albeit tacitly, regards virtues and vices as equally burdensome demonstrated something for him that occurs throughout nature: namely, that every interplay of forces eventually strives toward a mean value and an average standard, an equilibrium and a rigidification." In 1948, Clement Greenberg described a similar impression of both social and formal leveling, based on his experience of contemporary abstract painting: "the feeling that all hierarchical distinctions have been exhausted, that no area or order of experience is either intrinsica lly or relatively superior to any other." German critic Rudolf Schmitz uses the wonderful word Aufmerksamkeitsverteilung--an even distribution of attention-- to describe Gursky's formal response to this phenomenon, one seemingly proper to the medium of photography. As nineteenth-century Pictorialist photographer Peter Henry Emerson inveighed against the new sharpness of photographic printing: "The [subject] is there, but she is a mere patch in all the sharp details. ...Our eyes keep roving... and all the interest is equally divided."

We need these big brilliant photos to show us our big bland, dense world (as Greenberg once argued we needed "Apollonian" painting to reflect postwar American materialism). If Richter both generalizes and personalizes by blurring, Gursky does the same by clarifying, revealing and creating an order of things (however arbitrary) to, as he puts it, keep a "grip" on the scale and complexity of our world. He views his oeuvre as an encyclopedia of modern life; thumbing through it, we might find such entries as Business, Fashion, Hotels, Nature, and Sports. Seen as a whole, the work also catalogues the various elements of representation as it exists today: the digital grid, pattern, value contrast, photographic emulsion, reflection. It's all here--virtue and vice, romance and rational order, nature and culture, analog and digital, image and material. "I have a weakness for paradox," Gursky says, and, like the best modern artists, he refracts the conditions of his time. Sometimes ambivalence is the strongest statement.

BLIND AMBITION By Alex Alberro

If there is a group of contemporary artists that has made it a point to reconstitute highly skilled photography in the context of the advanced visual arts, it's the generation that studied at the Dusseldorf Kunstakademie under Bernd and Hilla Becher--Thomas Ruff, Thomas Struth, Candida Hofer, Petra Wunderlich, Axel Hutte, Although each photographer is remarkable in his or her own way, they are unified by an easily recognizable style that privileges meticulously composed scenes produced with the highest possible definition and tonal differentiation. One of the most precocious of this group is Andreas Gursky, whose initial work of the early '80s--modestly scaled, infallibly exposed, sharply focused images seen from a central perspectival position located somewhere above the scene--seemed to proceed in step with the Becher legacy. Gursky's panoramic views of quotidian subject matter in the former Federal Republic of Germany were as dispassionate and impersonal as the Bechers' images of blast furnaces and water t owers and suggested a similarly objective approach. It's clear that, by now, Gursky's images have changed in several important ways: They're much larger in format, taking on a pictorial grandeur and presence that phenomenologically engages the viewer's body; and the photographer's scope has shifted beyond the German pastoral to encompass a broader geopolitical arena. Indeed, in the last decade Gursky has roamed to sites and locations all over the world, from Cairo (Cairo, 1992) to Los Angeles (Los Angeles, 1998), from Brasilia (Brasilia, 1994) to Singapore (Singapore I, 1997). But through to the present his carefully crafted, broad scenes are characterized by what at first appears to be an objective mode of depiction that registers the modern world in a remarkably detached way.

This is by no means to imply that Gursky's photographs were not from the very beginning a significant departure from his mentors' work. The archival and archaeological approach that has informed the Bechers' projects since the '50s has clearly never been at stake for him. Whereas that pair sought to rescue for historical memory the extraordinary subtleties and qualities of now obsolete industrial-era edifices designed by anonymous engineers in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, Gursky's photographs focus on the most recent phase of capitalism, apparently commenting on reified leisure, consumerist fantasies, and global transformations of production. And while the Bechers never depicted people working in or around the industrial architecture they photographed, Gursky's pictures, despite an initial impression to the contrary, are almost always inhabited. Furthermore, Gursky has employed color from the start. He is in fact a master colorist, which further contributes to the overall sensuousness a nd extraordinary visual splendor of his images. Then too, unlike the work of the Bechers, which is firmly, one could almost say classically, embedded in the photographic medium, Gursky's images strain the traditional conception of photography insofar as they include a digital component, mobilizing the possibilities offered by electronic processing techniques. For instance, Hong Kong, Shanghai Bank, 1994, fuses images taken from three different floors of a facing building into one composition. Similarly, Times Square, 1997, amalgamates interior and exterior shots of a typical John Portman hotel courtyard to create an almost surreal architectural space. This manner of working entails a procedure characterized by utter control, which explains why the illusionism offered in Gursky's pictures is so excessive, and why, given the enveloping vastness of many of his photographed scenes, there is a peculiar absence of perspectival distortion. Unless the viewer sprouts eyes like flies, no one single standpoint can be is olated, resulting in strangely alienating, stylized vistas. In turn, though the images never entirely make the shift from simulacrum (a picture of a picture) to simulation (in which the image has no origins in the real), and thus do not entirely cross the threshold into pure virtuality since the final results are composites of photographic documents, one starts to intuit the presence of multiple camera positions or points of view.

One of the questions that comes to mind as we look at Gursky's pictures has to do with the implications of his valorization of photographic skills. For if Conceptualists such as Ed Ruscha and Dan Graham purposefully banalized the documentary approach by employing amateur cameras and cheap development and printing technologies to produce shoddy color snapshots of fleeting vernacular moments, they, like their mentor Andy Warhol before them, still adhered to the principles of seriality to structure their work. For Ruscha and Graham, it was the set of parking lots or swimming pools, or the one-after-the-other serial order of the barrack-like suburban tract houses, that was crucial rather than the particular details of the stock architecture. Similarly, the Bechers suppressed the individual characteristics of the objects or scenes they photographed in favor of what they called "typological systems" within which no one photograph--let alone the relationship between sign and referent--was more important than the in terrelationship between images in the series. Thus, for example, in the Bechers' suite of blast furnaces, the individual details composing each image are less significant than the overall effect of the series as a whole. And one can detect the same typological or archival impulse operative in, for instance, Ruff's multiple portraits, or Struth's "randomly chosen" urbanscapes, where once again the emphasis is located in the structure of seriality. However, in the pictorialist aesthetic advanced by Gursky's meticulously calculated images, the primacy and permanence of fine-art photography is reasserted. Each photographic composition is unique in its own way--a characteristic that overwhelms whatever structural parallels the image might have with others like it. Surely it is this persistent effort to produce distinct, singular images that led Gursky to digitally manipulate and control his work. Thus the rigorous dismantling of the autonomous, auratic art object, not only by Conceptual photographers of the '60s a nd '70s but also by the Bechers and much of their artistic progeny, is dismissed by Gursky in a single Wagnerian sweep. Furthermore, in contrast to Conceptualist photography, which sought to problematize visual experience and perception through the manipulation of photographic means (e.g., by reintroducing the fragment, the fleeting moment, the slightly out-of-focus shot, the mundane document of a predetermined site), there's an underlying essentialism at work in Gursky's photographs that attempts to render visible the structural principles at the heart of the concrete world and, more important, to unearth fundamental affinities between products of the organic world and that of human invention, between nature and technology. How, in this totalizing perspective, these spheres can be reconciled, fused, integrated, and eventually collapsed into each other is precisely the ideological problem at stake.

Nowhere is this conflation of the worlds of nature and technology more evident than in Gursky's industrial interiors. Within the highly mechanized factory floors depicted by picturesque tableaux such as Grundig, Nurnberg, 1993, Siemens, Karlsruhe, 1991, Mercedes, Rastatt, 1993, and Opel, Bochum, 1994, objects and people appear in an abundance and variety that provides an opportunity for astonishing visual delight, not unlike the experience one has before a spectacular land- or cityscape. And yet, there's an overall sense of imperturbability, of balance, inherent in these banal scenes, as no detail within the broad structural layout of the panoramic compositions is singled out and everything is shown in equal focus. The representations of labor are creatively transformed into elegant visuals self-consciously offered for the eye's consumption. PTT, Rotterdam, 1995, is a case in point. The expansive horizontality of this large, eight-and-one-third-foot-wide image is doubled by the horizontal surges of the vast composition. One reads the image from foreground to back, the industrial gray floor followed by systematically ordered rows of gray and blue machines, trolleys, and workstations that recede into the far end of the room, where a gray wall functions as a horizon line. Above the wall, the ceiling is equipped with suspended acoustic panels, arranged geometrically in such a way that they form horizontal bands. Vertical elements such as supporting columns, stacks of crates, table legs, even acoustic sound absorbers punctuate the strong horizontal stratifications, partially gridding the overall composition. Interspersed throughout the tremendous wealth of pictorial incident are deindividualized workers who become continuous with their environment, so much so that they appear as inanimate and cold as the machines they operate.



Still, it would be a mistake to read these equivalencies of technology and nature in Gursky's pictures as a commentary on technology's mimesis of nature; instead, Gursky's motivation is the masterwork, the valorization of the fetishized object of high art. Nowhere is this more apparent than in his "museum pictures" (e.g., Untitled VI, 1997, Untitled X, 1999, and Turner Collection, 1995). Unlike, say, the museum photographs of Louise Lawler, which systematically explore the institutional and discursive conditions that govern systems of value in the art world and thereby problematize the self-sufficient fine-art object, there's not a single image in Gursky's museum-based work that focuses on a noncanonical object or on the interstices between the masterpiece and the trivial detail. Rather, what resonates in his pictures of canvases is a confidence in the continuing relevance of traditional high-art conventions, the centrality of aesthetic objects, and the autonomy and separateness of artistic culture generally . (Here it is telling that even in Struth's museum photographs, including Museum of Modern Art I, 1994, which, like Gursky's Untitled VI, features Pollock's One: Number 31, the viewers contemplating the work are given as much importance as the art objects.) Of course, Gursky's use of the large tableau format, the broad white border around the photo paper, and the thick wooden frames that circumscribe his enthralling photographs all offer evidence of a reformist, restorative agenda, but his recent nonreflexive focus on the masterpieces of Pollock, Turner, and Constable, each of which epitomizes the value of high art in its own way, makes the case even clearer.

When it comes to analyzing the primary concerns of the photographs, then, Gursky's oeuvre becomes considerably more troublesome, in a way that recalls Bertolt Brecht's famous remark that a photo of the exterior of the Krupp Works does not attest to the conditions of slavery within. What do Gursky's pictures reveal about the nature of the existing conditions of production in those locations? The end result is a highly superficial, aestheticized approach to the sites of labor. For Gursky, everything, including industry, shopping, and high and speculative finance, has become cultural. Which would not be an issue in itself if one also found a reflection on the second half of this equation--that culture has become profoundly instrumentalized, subject to the very conditions of use-value governing every other sphere of contemporary experience. That this is not the case speaks to Gursky's affinities with a problematic side of twentieth-century German photographic history, namely, the Neue Sachlichkeit work of Albert Renger-Patzsch. For just as Renger-Patzsch fused nature and industry, aestheticizing both in a similar manner, for Gursky as well "The World Is Beautiful," to borrow the title of Renger-Patzsch's best-known book of photographs. Thus the workers at a construction site in the middle of Hong Kong (Hong Kong, Island, 1994), a teeming harbor in Salerno (Salerno I, 1990), a Portman Hyatt Regency in Atlanta (Atlanta, 1996), or a factory in Germany merely serve to give further visual detail to the grand overall composition, filling out the scene in a manner similar to the way in which commuters in a Paris airport (Charles de Gaulle, Paris, 1992), parliamentarians in the German Bundestag (Bundestag, 1998), tourists in Thebes (Thebes, West, 1993), even chickens in a Krefeld farmyard (Chickens, Krefeld, 1989) complete the picture.

Indeed, whereas Gursky's pictures initially suggested an intellectually rigorous project, his subsequent work has made perfectly clear that he's less concerned with subject matter than with formal properties and the awe-inspiring potential and power of the images. The high-tech sweatshop in Germany, the cargo-loading area on the tarmac in Hong Kong (Hong Kong Airport, 1994), the shiny commodities in a Paris trade show (Car Show, Paris, 1993), the stock market floor in Chicago (Chicago, Board of Trade 1, 1997; Chicago, Board of Trade II, 1999) are as separate from the new configuration of global social and economic relations in which they exist as are the stage-managed pictures of marvelously illuminated showcases systematically lined with smart designer clothes (Prada III, 1998) and athletic shoes (Untitled V, 1997). Here, the fullest potential of Gursky's digitally montaged, densely detailed shots is realized, in a seemingly uninterrupted fusion with advanced forms of advertising.

Defining the mise-en-scene of each of his spectacular tableaux from the carefully selected, elevated vantage point of his sharp-focus camera, digitally suppressing and modulating details according to the demands of the flat, allover compositions (in the process conveniently adjusting reality), Gursky evidently is concerned less with the order of things as they are dialectically manifested in a particular instance than with the formal qualities of a totality. In this sense, his work is of a piece with that of many representatives of neo-Pop in the contemporary art world. But unlike the latter, whose works openly acknowledge their ironic, often highly cynical take on contemporary conditions, Gurskyt's fascinating images exploit the documentary expectation the photographic medium inevitably carries with it and carefully conceal the artifice at play in their digital manipulation. Thus the patches of colors and forms that typify his highly stylized pictures create a multitude of patterns and clusters more evocati ve of a meticulously balanced abstract composition than the specific social or economic structures they in fact depict. Gursky, attempting to sum up his working method, may have inadvertently put his finger on the new superficiality that could well be called his signature: "In the end, I decided to digitize the pictures and leave out the elements that bothered me." Rather than reveal something about the unsettling nature of globalization and the social and economic forces that create and govern the sites and objects he photographs, Gursky, in his ultimately nihilistic way, is clearly more interested in another game--a pictorialist celebration of style, craftsmanship, and the perfect photographic image.
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INTERVIEW - "Richard Prince with Ed Ruscha (2005)"


Ed Ruscha: The original master of California cool has never been hotter

Interview, July, 2005 by Richard Prince

For over 40 years Ed Ruscha's paintings, photographs, artists' books, and films have examined and challenged the limitless possibilities and endless contradictions inherent in contemporary American culture. Since the early '60s Ruscha's playful and cryptic combination of language and landscape, as well as his unparalleled ability to "look at" what most of us "look through," has cemented his legacy as not just an art superstar but as a leading icon in American art. This month Ruscha will be representing America in the United States Pavilion at the 51st Venice Biennale with his newest work, a series of 10 interrelated paintings entitled "Course of Empire." In an unusual departure for Interview--with an e-mail exchange replacing Andy Warhol's best friend, the tape recorder--acclaimed art-world original Richard Prince checked in with Ruscha in the days leading up to the exhibition.

RICHARD PRINCE: What would you consider your first significant work?

ED RUSCHA: Boss, a 1961 oil painting that is the artistic equivalent of Bigfoot. Ploddy black feet walking across a muddy brown highway.

RP: What artists first influenced you?

ER: In the beginning, it was Basil Wolverton, the cartoonist. Then came James Ensor, Giorgio Marandi, Schwitters, the Futurists, Dada, Kandinsky, and Louis Eilshemius.

RP: It seems to me that your subject matter comes first, and the medium you choose to represent the subject is secondary.

ER: I've always liked that issue. It seems there are two ways: "It's what you say not how you say it." Or there's "It's not what you say but how you say it." Either strategy can work. As an example, Tom Waits does both. Gertrude Stein does both. I envy them both for what they say and also how they say it.

RP: The idea of sameness, similarity, things that are alike, documenting or showing us something familiar, ordinary things that are extraordinary: parking lots, gas stations, every building on the Sunset Strip, part of your record collection.... When do you say, "Yeah, I'm going to do something with that"?

ER: You used the word "familiar," which is probably key to everything I do. I also see the familiar in your work. We don't have to go extraterrestrial to get what we want. No?

RP: I hear you're doing every building on the Sunset Strip again. What's there right now?

ER: I photograph it every year or so. Anytime I get up to the Strip I'm confronted by two things: How many buildings still do exist, and how much things have changed. But they will soon be doing plenty of Rambo-Vegas-style projects that will span Sunset Boulevard with skywalk bridges and mirrored escalator malls that will be cruel to the eyes. It's cancerous and ultimately fatal. I wish time would stand still.




RP: I've never thought there was such a thing as pop art, but if I did I would boil it down to two artists--you and Warhol. Warhol, East coast; Ruscha, West coast.

ER: I believe that cultural curators will forever be unearthing significant unknown American artists, writers, musicians, architects, and composers. These people will be in every state of the Union, not just New York, Chicago, or L.A. Am I dreaming?

RP: I collect your books. I have almost all of them. I even have a great copy of Dutch Details. Pools and parking lots are so much about where you live. Only in Los Angeles. I really love the photos of the empty parking lots. Anybody doing abstract art should take a long look. Do you ever wonder what else is out there that you've seen but never really see? I guess what I'm trying to say is, When does something like parking lots kick in?

ER: I love to look "at" things that I would normally look through or beyond, but I guess I can't always be at attention. I want to be up to speed when an idea kicks in, but often I'm half asleep or half awake.

RP: Is it newspapers, novels, comic books, fiction, biographies, or histories for you?

ER: I read newspapers, nature, geology, and science books, some sci-fi, J.G. Ballard, H.P. Lovecraft, Philip K. Dick, and John Fante. I just finished The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

RP: What about music?

ER: I listen to jazz on the radio, but it just dawned on me yesterday that within a year or two they will no longer be manufacturing or selling the common radio as we know it. Jazz will only be heard on our DDLS (Digital Domestic Listening Sticks) ... or something like that.

RP: Did you ever get caught up in the hippie thing in the '60s?

ER: Never touched it. But I did equate long hair and beads with the creative life, and I could have been wrong about that. No, I never rode down the boulevard tapping on a tambourine.

RP: Do you have friends in the movie industry?.

ER: Yes, a few. I think I'm more into their world of film than they are into my world of painting.

RP: You went the opposite way of New York, motoring West. I've always pictured you hanging around the Whiskey A-Go-Go. I've always thought your work should be on a Doors album cover. You don't have a secret body of work where you followed a rock band around on tour?

ER: I always preferred driving slowly by the Whiskey A-Go-Go to actually being inside getting pelted with spitballs. Fantasy is better than reality in that case. Also, I didn't do work that was directly about musicians but was subliminally influenced by them. I played the music of Spike Jones, Frank Zappa, and Captain Beefheart. It reflected the peculiar psychosis of L.A.

RP: So maybe there was such a thing as pop art. You should know. Paintings like Boss, Annie, Ace, Large Trademark with Eight Spotlights--how did those happen? Everybody else was busy being third generation abstract expressionists.

ER: I think being unsettled or restless in a somewhat negative environment helped me uncork my early work. The idea of making a living at art was out of the question and not a real possibility, but the idea of impressing other artists with my art really appealed to me.

RP: You've influenced a lot of other artists. What do you think about the idea of continuation?

ER: Continuation in the realm of art is a solid idea. Artists express things for the moment to be added upon later by others, or maybe reexpressed or even reused. Fodder for the future. We're all frozen food for the future.

RP: I like that you photograph gasoline stations and apartment buildings and then paint them too. It's kind of like you own them. Walker Evans said something like, "I photograph what I collect." Do you ever go beachcombing?

ER: I do collect images in my mind of many gas stations. They sit there, sometimes transformed into mini-markets or massage parlors or just abandoned completely. Some I haven't seen in over 40 years--funny, I don't own the things I collect.

RP: I read somewhere that you think the best paintings are not the most realistic.

ER: All my life I've been thrown by the word "realistic"--I think I said I'm essentially an abstract artist.

RP: Do you have a favorite comedian?

ER: Besides the Marx Brothers--George Burns, George Gobel, George Carlin, and George Bush.

RP: What kind of car would you like to see brought back from the '60s or '70s?

ER: The Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. A shape for my desire. It's my Marilyn Monroe.

RP: Those "shadow" paintings from the mid to late '80s, like Howl and Brother, Sister and Vegetation Made Public, seem pretty spooky. I really love Western from 1991. That 6-millimeter, low-tech, scratchy, running-out-of-film kind of look. Can I get one of those, or are they all gone?

ER: Those paintings are still around here and there. They take me back to when I began to dislike brushstrokes and awoke to subjects that looked out of focus.

RP: Any thoughts on how to raise children? When you were growing up, did you spend a lot of time in your room?

ER: I never spanked a child like my dad did me. Time spent in my room was for my own amusement and not for discipline, thankfully.




RP: Would you tell your kids, "Yeah, it's okay to be an artist"?

ER: I tell them, "You will be an artist." Just kidding.

RP: You were constantly drawing cartoons in grade school. A painting like Felix in 1960--is that like saying, This is what I really like? This is what's important to me?

ER: Felix, his face and his posture, was maybe a link between the past and the present. He was born of Higgins India Ink, a substance I owe my career to.

RP: Atomic bomb versus genetic engineering versus global warming versus ethnic cleansing versus AIDS versus another dictator versus ransom and kidnapping.... Is it "Thank God for art, music, dance, theater, and movies"?

ER: Richard, you pretty much describe the chasm between things horrible and things divine.

RP: Do we really care who was the president of France when Gauguin was alive?

ER: I'm sure there is some soul in this world who has written a detailed treatise on the dynamic interaction between Gauguin and his government.

RP: Is there any painting of yours you let go that you'd like to get back?

ER: Yes, it's the one titled Noise, Pencil, Broken Pencil, Cheap Western, and it illustrates just that. It's my favorite work.

RP: What do you think about getting a million bucks for a painting instead of 50 bucks?

ER: After each auction I ask, "Hey, where's my cut?" but I never get an answer.

RP: Is it true that Irving Berlin commissioned you to paint Annie in 1963?

ER: I like the gossip, but it's not true. I could see myself saying, "Okay, Irving, I'll trade you Annie for two and a half days' royalties for 'God Bless America.'"

RP: Do you have any pets?

ER: I have six dogs, all mutts, but only Butch is my constant sidekick.

RP: Do you gamble on anything? Play cards?

ER: Never much did it. Mason Williams said, "Don't gamble, it's embarrassing." Solitaire is not a wasteful card game, though.

RP: If you weren't an artist, what would you be?

ER: A metallurgist.

RP: What about this year? You are in the American Pavilion at the Venice Biennale, all alone. You're representing the United States. Do you feel good about that? Is it a job, another booking, another "on the road"?

ER: The real focus of the good old U.S.A. in Venice, Italy, comes down to a tiny little dollhouse of a building known as the American Pavilion. It's a sweet spot to exhibit, and I love the place. I like your term "another booking." This has been fun, Richard. You're a prince.

Richard Prince is currently preparing works for an exhibition at the White chapel gallery in London to open in September, Above: Ed Ruscha's Boy Meets Girl, 1986. Oil and enamel on canvas, 64 x 64 inches. Courtesy of Gagosian Gallery.
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INTERVIEW - "Peter Machen with Guy Tillim (2005)"


Peter Machen speaks to Guy Tillim about his Johannesburg series
Published in the Natal Witness, May 2005


Guy Tillim is no ordinary war photographer. And while it would be inhuman, or at least vastly pessimistic, to even suggest that any photographs of wars can ever be called ordinary, there is nonetheless something extraordinary about the photographs that Tillim takes.

For one thing, they tend to follow in the aftermaths of wars, focussing on the physical residue and psychic ghosts that haunt the broken African landscapes of countries such as Rwanda, Eritrea and Angola. For another, they are often intensely beautiful. But it is to Tillim's eternal credit that the content of his work is never subservient to its artistic intention or execution.

In the last few years, Tillim has been recognised by some, if not all, of the fine-art establishment as an artist, crossing the divide between media, the lone photographer and the gallery. And while there are those who object to the possibly anaesthetising context of the gallery for documentary work, Tillim is more than happy for his images to find a home in such spaces, particularly since the kind of pictures he takes seldom find their way into newspapers.

Despite his lack of commercial sensibility, Tillim has been rewarded for his work in other ways, and was last year awarded the DaimlerChrysler Award for South African Photography, for which he was required to produce a body of work. He chose to both shift and narrow his focus, and set about documenting the life of people and buildings in downtown Johannesburg. Included in the images on display in the Durban Art Gallery is a town-planning map of central Johannesburg, with different coloured drawing-pins indicating buildings in varying states of decay. Many of these buildings are marked with black pins, indicating buildings whose residents are scheduled for mass eviction. Lawyers working for these residents claim these actions are unconstitutional since the municipality is not providing alternative accommodation.

When people write about Tillim's photographs, it is often suggested that a profound thread of hope that runs through his images. And while that sense of hope is intangibly self-evident in his many of his pictures, I've struggled for a while to work out from where exactly it emerges in the scarred and damaged places he documents.

And then it hit me like a cartoon lightbulb above my right shoulder. The answer is obvious, so sadly obvious. That sense of hope which lingers at the back of his images, and which shines through damaged eyes, and which appears almost religious at times, exists simply, I think, because war is over. Guy Tillim is, for the most part, a post-war photographer. So the question remains, before I launch you into our electronic conversation, as to whether Tillim's series of photographs of inner Johannesburg also contain this element of hope. But that's something you'll have to decide for yourself when you check out the exhibition at the Durban Art Gallery.

PM: For this DaimlerChrysler exhibition, you have chosen to document the lives of people and buildings in inner-city Johannesburg. You are a photojournalist who has spent much of your career documenting the aftermath and residue of war. With these shots of Jozi, I'd like to suggest that you are continuing to do the same thing. Do you agree with this?

GT: This is obviously not a war in the conventional sense, but in the sense of a war between the have's and have nots, undoubtedly. The Jo'burg images are not of the aftermath then, but the war in progress (as you suggest in your second question). Or perhaps even a prelude, though this is a dark and unfocussed thought. Maybe I am doing the same thing (as in my broader work); these are simply places that exist on the boundaries of my imaginary realm, places that affect quite profoundly the place I am from, places I feel for some reason bound to explore.




PM: I was thinking about the difference between these images and those which catalogue the violences in the rest of Africa, and I was trying to determine for myself whether there is a fundamental difference between them. And I came upon the notion that while conventional wars always end, this war, a war between the poor and powerless and a set of power structures that they can barely identify, is a war that is never going to end. And it is a war that is echoed all over the planet in different intensities from Rio to New York, from Johannesburg to Lagos. Of course, with the recent liberation of South Africa (supposedly the liberation of working class South Africa), these images have a particular resonance. So my question is, I suppose, do you think that this war between the poor and the power structures that define their lives is one that will ever end, ever be resolved?

GT: It may not ever be resolved, but in Joburg's case I think there are opportunities to tackle the problem in novel ways. For a start the constitutionality of evictions without provision of alternative accommodation is being challenged. There are attempts at government subsidised sectional title schemes. To some extent both the government and private developers see the possibility of a new order whereby the poor are not simply got rid of and where Joburg doesn't revert to being a city of exclusion.

PM: And then, I'd also like to know if you think that 'conventional' wars do actually end in the wake of peace treaties and negotiated settlements. Or does their residue and aftermath usually continue with such substance that the war remains always rooted in the landscape and people's faces?

GT: All wars have to end. The scars emotional, physical are readily apparent. But they gradually become part of the scenery; what was foregrounded is now background. Perhaps the photographer's means of communication best rests in accepting the background for what it is, aberrant, different, brutal, and looking for a communal human thread that links us all.




PM: The last interview that I conducted with you left a deep impression on me. I remember the photographs vividly. I even remember where many of the images were hanging in the gallery, a testament I suppose to your own curatorial powers. But I also remember sitting at the top of the stairs of the NSA gallery and talking to you. And I was struck by your sense of self, your quietness and utter lack of arrogance, and by the fact that you contained both a sense of brokenness and a sense of peace with the fractured world. You are a million miles away from the stereotype of a war photographer. Of course you began with the idealism that came with documenting and opposing the atrocities of apartheid, but I'd like to know if there was ever a turning point for you; a point which utterly changed Guy Tillim? Or perhaps, in different words, was there ever a breaking point for Guy Tillim?

GT: Turning points in my life have been more subtle changes in direction, than events that have these big consequences. More of an incremental process of narrowing options (and I have been privileged with some) in the hope of broadening one's mind a little. The Jo'burg work is a consequence of that, an attempt to narrow the focus; it is not a portrait of Jo'burg. rather an attempt to move behind facades; walls as well as preconceptions.

PM: In the beautifully written essay 'Departure', you talk about the fact that you have photographs you like for reasons you have come to distrust. And the thing that makes you stand out as a photojournalist is the fact that (as Rory Bester says in the DaimlerChrysler catalogue) your aesthetic form and political (or ethical) content are at times seamless. You manage to produce exceedingly beautiful images where the content is never overshadowed by the visual treatment or composition. Is this something that comes naturally to you, or is it something that you actively try to achieve?

GT: It is something that comes naturally I suppose. At the same time, the aesthetic is gleaned from all manner or sources, converging in an approach and and then a moment. But the obscure provenance of this aesthetic (coupled with the relatively mechanical process of image production) is a cause of concern and sometimes distrust. The verisimilitude of photojournalism often exudes certainty without the subtlety of doubt and degree of introspection that is crucial in establishing an author's bona fides.





PM: At the same time you admit to capturing the 'worthy moment', which also points to all the countless moments of truth which go undocumented. Are there any photographs you have taken, which beyond the notion of looking for the photographic moment, have amounted to a visual lie?

GT: Yes, but I won't tell you which ones! Perhaps in this context there are no lies, but then there is no truth either.

PM: I was told that you used a tripod for your Jozi images. Which implies both that you were sufficiently at ease to use a tripod in a city where at least one photographer has been killed for his equipment, and also that your subjects were comfortable with being photographed by you. So I'd like to know how long you spent with your subjects before you took the pictures. Did you get to know them at all, or is this simply further evidence of the gift you have as a photographer?

GT: Time with the subjects differed. Most of the time it was a lengthy process of going through a committee in the building and then meeting individuals. Whom I would visit a few times, they'd get used to me hanging around, would often invite me to take photographs. I was working with someone who knew the city pretty well. He'd introduce me and people would decide: ja, well, fine, he seems ok, or, no. On a few occasions I was shown the door quite smartly.

PM: Finally, an element of your work that is important to me is the fact that you usually supply the actual names of your subject. This is extremely unusual in the canon of photojournalism where people are more normally reduced to mere faces, almost incidental reflections in the waters of history. Is this an important part of your work for you? Renate Wiehager talks about the fact that your striking individualisation lifts your subjects outs of the anonymous stream of history. I think its an extremely accurate statement but is it one with which you agree, and is this something you actively try to achieve?

GT: I got to know a little bit most of the people photographed and so taking their names down was not difficult, and I made a point of it when it seemed natural. We're all in the anonymous stream of history really, so it is more of an attempt to lend some dignity to a difficult and intrusive process.
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INTERVIEW - "David Steinberg with Jock Sturges (1994)"


Interview with Jock Sturges, May 25, 1994

On April 25, 1990, a group of FBI agents and officers of the San Francisco Police Department raided the studio of photographer Jock Sturges, seizing his cameras, his prints, his computer -- everything relating to his work as an internationally recognized fine art photographer, much of whose work involves nude portraiture of children and adolescents. The law officers discovered that they had taken on one of the art elite's own as art communities, both in San Francisco and nationally, rallied around Sturges, his work, and the legitimacy of respectful nude photography of children and adolescents. Eventually, a San Francisco grand jury refused to indict Sturges on any charges.

Now Sturges's work is again under legal attack. Grand juries in Montgomery, Alabama, and Franklin, Tennessee, have indicted bookseller Barnes & Noble on child pornography and obscenity charges for selling Sturges's book, Radiant Identities, as well as the work of British photographer David Hamilton. Grand juries have been impaneled in two additional states and others may follow, according to Sturges. Supporters of Randall Terry and his organization, Operation Rescue -- best known for their protests against abortion clinics -- take credit for bringing the books to the attention of prosecutors by such actions as physically destroying books in Barnes & Noble stores.

"People need to realize that a cultural war has been declared here," Sturges says strongly. "A virulent, aggressive minority has decided that Americans don’t know themselves what it is they should see, and need to be protected by people who are wiser than they are, even if they are only a tiny sliver of the population. This represents a whole new level of attention to the arts by repressive forces. It’s very scary and it has to be withstood.

"The state attorney general in Alabama, a man who is running for re-election, postulates that my work is 'obscene material of people under the age of 17 involved in obscene acts.' This is pretty chilling language because, in fact, the people in my pictures are not engaged in any acts at all. They are living in contexts that are naturist, which is to say that when it's warm and people feel like it, they don't wear clothes. He finds that, by virtue of the language of his indictment, somehow inherently obscene."

"It's laughable and we'll win these cases, however far it has to go," Sturges continues. "If it gets to the Supreme Court, I'll have the directors of every museum in the country as expert testimony that my work is legitimate art. If obscenity is simply a matter of somebody being without clothes, then there are so many other things that would be inherently obscene -- medical books, the National Geographic."

Sturges does not relish being back in the legal limelight. Although the indictments are not directed against him, his legal expenses will be substantial. In the meantime, the turmoil pulls him away from his work and his normal life. "It's a madhouse around here," Sturges says with more than a little exasperation. "Thursday we had 140 phone calls."

As we are talking, the doorbell rings. Sturges stiffens. "I hate it when that happens," he says with an edge.

"When what happens?" I ask.

"When the bell rings and I'm not expecting anyone. I still remember the time that happened when it was the feds and the police who had come to turn my life upside down."

The following interview was conducted between the time of Sturges's encounter with the FBI and the current indictments.


STEINBERG: You’ve said that you don’t want to dwell on your legal situation.

STURGES: Not really. The problem with being investigated as invasively as I have been is that you run the risk of having that episode be the defining event in your life. I have no desire to be defined by such assholes, period. What I’m good at is making art. I became good at defending myself, but as far as I am concerned, that was a transient skill. It was an occasion I had to rise to. I’d rather get back to making art than talking about it.

They came, they did not conquer, they went away, and they made me fairly famous in the process. It’s no small irony that the government inevitably and invariably ends up promoting precisely that which they would most like to repress.


STEINBERG: Has that in fact happened to you?

STURGES: Well, yes and no. My work was doing pretty well before, and now it is doing dramatically better. Is that because people are collecting the pictures because of their notoriety? Or is it simply because people are more aware of the work? I don’t know. I’ll never get to know.

It’s really, really hard to make it as a fine-art photographer exclusively. Now that I have, I’m permanently deprived of the pleasure of knowing whether that’s based entirely on my work’s merit or whether that’s based on my notoriety. That’s something that’s been stolen from me that I don’t get back.

I’ve been taken to task by some critics for exploiting the whole situation, but that was something I would never have chosen to have happen to me. I have to some extent, perhaps, exploited it, but only because living well was the single revenge presented to me, if that makes any sense. To basically take the opportunity that the feds created for me with their malicious intent and turn it into an advantage. That feels really good. I went through terrible anguish, as [my work was] derailed by the morbid preoccupation with other people’s sexuality that the feds impose on you.

All my life I’ve taken photographs of people who are completely at peace being what they were in the situations I photographed them in. In very many cases that was without clothes, and it simply was not an issue. They were without clothes before I got there and they were without clothes when I left. That was just a choice that they had made, one they didn’t even think about. They were simply more comfortable that way. It never occurred to me that anybody could find anything about that perverse, which is evidence of my having been pretty profoundly naive about the American context. I’m guilty of extraordinary naiveté, I suppose. But it’s a naiveté that I really don’t want to abandon, not even now.


STEINBERG: Having been through all that, I can’t imagine how you can take photographs now without having that somewhere in your mind.

STURGES: There are photographs that I don’t take now, that I previously would have taken without any thought at all as to any misinterpretations. The truth is that people who are naturists, who are used to being without clothes, are unselfconscious about how they sit around, how they throw themselves down on the ground, how they sit in a chair, how they stand. They don’t think about it; it’s not an issue. Before, I’d photograph anything. I didn’t think there was anything more or less obscene about any part of the body. Now I realize that there are certain postures and angles that make people see red, which are evidence of original sin or something, and I avoid that. But it’s difficult. At one point, Maia [Sturges's wife] found me crossing legs, avoiding angles, giving instructions which inadvertently were instructing young people that some aspect of what they were doing, some aspect of who they were, was inherently profane. I’ve had to relearn how I work with people so that if I avoid different things I don’t send those messages in doing so. I’m the last person who has any desire to instruct anybody in shame. That’s no errand for me.


STEINBERG: The semantics are tricky here, but I’m interested in whether you see your work as erotic. I don’t mean erotic as sexual and I don’t mean erotic as intending that people who look at your photos become aroused. But certainly, when I look at many of your photos, when I look at many of Sally Mann’s photos, what I see is the natural eroticism of children, or preteens, or teens.

STURGES: Western civilization insists on these concrete demarcations. Before 18, sexually you don’t exist; after 18, you exist like crazy. It’s ridiculous. The truth is that from birth on homo sapiens is, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species. There isn’t a person alive who doesn’t like being caressed. Children masturbate as early as one-and-a-half or one-year old. They do it spontaneously and without any thought that there’s anything evil about making themselves feel good. That’s a sensual experience in their lives, one that should remain entirely the property of the child, as it were.

Very naturally, the ages of consent in Europe are vastly lower than they are here, in recognition of the fact that when you have people involved with sexuality you may as well make it legal so you can better deal with them about it, so they’ll talk to you and you can educate them.

We’re really blind in this country. People don’t see the extraordinary inconsistencies. I think the average age for the loss of virginity for female children in this country now is something like 14-1/2 or 15. There’s a vast epidemic of unwed mothers and teenage mothers, and yet we have an 18-year-old age of consent which makes them all felons. If the age of consent were lower, you could talk to these children intelligently and not have to worry about school boards and PTA’s going apoplectic if you mention the word "condom," let alone sex. As soon as you forbid something, you make it extraordinarily appealing. You also bring in the phenomenon of shame. I’m perpetually exasperated by the American take on sexuality.

To give you a good example of a more intelligent way of doing business, in the Netherlands, the age of consent, I think, is 13, and children younger than that are not militantly discouraged from being sensual human beings. It’s not a libertine culture -- it’s actually fairly conservative in some ways -- but the Dutch quite intelligently recognize that people are sexually active fairly young in their lives in this day and age. One of the results of this is a fascinating demographic: The incidences of child abuse in Holland are vastly less than they are here. Why? Because children belong to themselves in that culture. If somebody aggresses them -- touches them in a way that’s inappropriate -- they’ll talk [about it]. They’re not ashamed to be physical human beings. Their physical privacy belongs to them and they tell and sexual abusers are caught and stopped and treated and dealt with.

In our society there’s so much shame attached to sexuality that sexual abusers here on the average have had something like 70 or 100 victims before they’re finally caught. In Holland the average is like three or four because shame is absent and people tell much sooner. So when moral crusaders raise [age of consent] limits, create still higher barriers, they’re getting the opposite of what they want. It’s very shortsighted, I think, to not understand better how the species works psychodynamically.


STEINBERG: Focus a little for me on how that affects how you see your work. Isn't what you’re calling the sensuality of children, or pubescent teenagers, a major part of what you go for, of what makes a photo of yours work?

STURGES: I’m an artist who’s attracted to a specific way of seeing and a way of being. Any artist involved in their work is going to have a focus in what they do. I am fascinated by the human body and all its evolutions. The images I like best are parts of series that I’ve started, in some cases, with the pregnancies of the mothers of the children in question, and I continue that series right on through the birth of children to the child that resulted from that first pregnancy. I have series that are 25 years long. I recently photographed a woman with two children whom I photographed first when she was the age of the older of her children.

I have this naive and quixotic hope that in seeing the physical progress from start to "no finish," from the beginning on, in looking at the body in all its different changes -- looking at the fat-bellied babies, to thinner children, they get straight, they get long, they become sticks, they begin to develop, their hips go, the whole process matures -- that people understand that the person occupying that body is more than just a physical object. The pictures don’t objectify: they’re about the evolution of personality and self as much as they are about the evolution of the body. What stays the same is not the body, but character and personality. These evolve and mature too, but there are certain ways of standing, certain sets to the eyes, certain behavioral consistencies, which you can see from the very youngest photographs. It’s just always there. It’s fascinating to see what stays the same, and what changes.

My hope is that my work is in some way counter-pinup. A pinup asks you to suspend interest in who the person is and occupy yourself entirely with looking at the body, fantasizing about what you could do with that body, completely ignoring how the person might feel about it. People who make pinup photographs don’t care who the woman is, what tragedies or triumphs that person’s life might encompass. My work hopefully works exactly counter to that. My ambition is that you look at the pictures and realize what complex, fascinating, interesting people every single one of my subjects is.


STEINBERG: Maybe the point is that you don’t exclude or try to screen out their existence as erotic, sensual beings, and that makes your work striking because everybody else is screening that out.

STURGES: We’re all taught that there are appropriate and inappropriate ways to respond to the world. I, by good fortune, have managed to be around a lot of people who have much looser rule structure than the rest of us do. I’m still surprised when somebody finds one of my pictures shocking.


STEINBERG: Are you surprised when people find your photos erotic?

STURGES: No. Not at all.


STEINBERG: And yet you seem to go out of your way to deny that the photos are erotic, to disassociate from collections of photos that are erotic, and so on.

STURGES: Let me also make an important distinction here. I will always admit immediately to what’s obvious, which is that homo sapiens is inherently erotic or sensual from birth. But that eroticism and sensuality remain the property of the individual in question up until they become sexually of age. It’s arguable what that age is. If I said for attribution that [coming of age sexually occurred] before 18 years old, I’d be hung, drawn, and quartered in American society, whereas in Europe it would raise no eyebrows at all.

But there’s also something else. As soon as the system, or an individual in the system, accuses another individual -- as I was implicitly accused, because there were never any charges brought against me -- the accused is forced into artificial polarities of political posture. As soon as somebody says that you might be x, you have to immediately say, "Oh no, I’m y," even if in fact the truth is probably somewhere in the middle. I found myself serving a sentence of public denial from the very second the raid on my apartment happened. I had to pretend to be something that, quite frankly, I’m probably not, which is a lily-white, absolutely artistically pure human being. In fact, I don’t believe I’m guilty of any crimes, but I’ve always been drawn to and fascinated by physical, sexual, and psychological change, and there’s an erotic aspect to that. It would be disingenuous of me to say there wasn’t.

There it is; so what? That fascination pervades the species from the beginning of time; people just admit to it to varying degrees.

One of the fascinating things for me has been to look at who the accusers are, because invariably, when somebody becomes interested in your sexuality, in your moral life, they’re very often manifesting an attempt to disguise disrepair in their own personal sexual life or morality. It’s what I call the trembling finger syndrome. If somebody’s pointing a trembling finger at your pants and saying you shouldn’t be doing something, follow that finger back, go up the arm and look at the head that’s behind it, because there’s almost always something fairly woolly in there.


STEINBERG: How do you work with models, particularly young models, in a way that does not appropriate their sexuality, their eroticism, their sensuality, for adult purposes?

STURGES: The transactions between me and the people that I photograph are very very collaborative. I know the families that I photograph extremely well and have known them for a very long time. The kids really enjoy what they do. I check with them constantly to make sure that they’re really happy to be there. I give them lots of outs so that the pressure of my personality, which children find charming as a rule, does not force them into doing things that they don’t want to do.


STEINBERG: How do you do that?

STURGES: I’m always saying, "Are you cold?" "Do you want to stop?" "Have you had enough?" "I don’t want you just to be here; I want you to be really glad to be here." Language like that all the time.


STEINBERG: Do they like posing?

STURGES: They adore it. Are you kidding?


STEINBERG: What do they like about it?

STURGES: They like being taken seriously as people. After they’ve been in the process for a while, they realize they get all the pictures that we do -- the families get a copy of every photograph that I take -- and they begin to really enjoy being thought of as beautiful. We live in an age where anonymity is growing in magnitude like a bomb going off. As media stars become increasingly powerful, the rest of us are increasingly ciphers. The distance between the lives [of celebrities] and our lives is growing all the time. Children feel absolutely invisible, unnoticed, and as if they can make no difference. The more of the world we see in the media, the more aware we are of how insignificant any one of us is.

Kids feel this, even if they can’t articulate it in quite that way. Time and again, when interviewed about being photographed, they talk about the photography as a way of becoming less anonymous. They like the admiration; they like the thought that somebody thinks that they can be art.

Now, there’s [also] what happens after the photographs are made. It’s not hard for me to imagine that there are some [people] who will buy my book, buy my photographs, look at them and have "impure thoughts." There are people out there who buy shoe ads, Saran Wrap, and all manner of things, who have impure thoughts. I can’t really do anything about those people, except hope that, if they attend to my work closely enough, they'll ultimately come to realize that these are real people.

What pedophiles and people who have sexual desires on children lose sight of to a terrible, terrible degree -- a devastating degree -- is that their victims are real people who will suffer forever whatever abuses are perpetrated on them. If I’m able to make pictures of children that are so real, as you follow the children growing up over the years, perhaps there will be something cautionary in that visual example. The truth is that every pedophile’s victim eventually grows up and becomes an adult who will turn around and that’s when they get caught.


STEINBERG: How does your policy of consent work for the models? I know that you give them ongoing control over their images.

STURGES: Right. They control their photographs because I don’t let them sign model releases. I urge them never to sign a model release for anybody unless they have been paid specifically to do a specific job on a contractual basis, for an advertising agency or something. Who knows how they’re going to change? They might marry a Methodist minister from Minnesota and have a very conservative life. At some point in the future they might decide that these pictures embarrass them. The control shouldn’t be mine, it should be the kids’. This creates a very complex life for me, I promise you. When I want to use a picture in a book, I've got to call foreign countries, find people, explain the context. My phone bills are astronomical sometimes.


STEINBERG: Have you ever had people who have wanted you to pull pictures?

STURGES: I’ve had a number of American adolescents who, when they hit high school, said "I really don’t want to see these pictures published right now," and they were immediately pulled. I took them out of the galleries. They completely ceased to exist, as far as public [access to] the images went. But when the kids were finished with high school they have also said, "Don’t worry about that, I just went through a stage and it’s fine now."

I did lose access to one picture, a picture of two kids in an inner tube, that was going to be in Radiant Identities. I had permission to use it in my first book, but when the child on the left [turned] 14, [she became] very self-conscious about the fact that her bathing suit is a little low in the picture. She declined to give permission for its publication, which really thunderstruck me because it’s such a sweet picture. But that’s who she is and so it won’t be published, no question about it. That’s what she wants; that’s what she gets, no argument. That’s just how I’ve always worked.

When I started doing my work years ago, I had doubts as to whether the informed consent question was answerable. But empirically I’ve come to understand that my photographs really don’t do any harm. The way I found that out is by virtue of the fact that a huge number of people that I’ve photographed over the years have now come of age and are able to speak in adult voices about the process. What they’re saying is unanimous -- I don’t have any dissenting voices -- which is that they love the pictures. They’re really pleased that they exist, and they want me to photograph their kids. If these people felt the least bit victimized by [the process of being photographed], they wouldn’t be having me do the same thing to their own kids.

Some of these people were bugged by the FBI in the worst imaginable way. They were interviewed very, very aggressively. Yet, they’re all still willing to let me take their pictures; they think the FBI was completely full of it.

One of the things that a lot of people who look at photographs don’t understand, especially in terms of my work, is that 98% of the work that goes into making a picture has to do with the social work you do before a camera comes out. I spend a huge amount of time with the families that I photograph. I’m very involved with their lives. I know a lot about them. I could tell you long stories about these people, some of the tough things that have happened in their lives, the triumphs, the tragedies, the whole thing. It’s only way into that process that I ever start taking any pictures. That relationship has to exist [first].

Years ago, as a naive photographer, I’d see a pretty face and want to take a picture. Empirically, over a long period of time, I learned that pretty faces were just not enough, not even remotely enough. There has to be somebody home behind the pretty eyes, somebody with whom I would want to spend substantive amounts of time over a period of decades, bring them into the family, as it were. Somebody who's vapid and vain and arrogant is just no fun to hang around with, so why would I ever want a picture of them?

These days I very rarely approach new people. Mostly people come to me, or I photograph the friends of people that I’ve photographed. If I add anybody, it’s part of a larger family network, as it were. [But] it’s extremely rare for me to begin with somebody entirely new, just because the social work of adding on a whole new family takes that much more time.


STEINBERG: People are always concerned about possible negative effects on the kids of being photographed. But it also seems to me that the results could...

STURGES: ...be beneficial. I can give you one very specific story about that that I like a lot.

There’s a picture in my first book, The Last Days of Summer, called "Nicole G," of a very long-legged German girl. This girl was tall, practically from birth. She had long, long legs, so much so that she often walked with a stoop because she was embarrassed by how tall she was. She’s an absolute knockout, a beautiful girl, but she never thought so because she was embarrassed about being so big; she felt like an elephant.

I always loved how she looked and I like the family a lot. The father is a major in the German army who just worships his kids. To him, they are gods descended to earth. He doesn’t overindulge them -- he is very smart about how he has raised them -- but he loves them so much that it is amazing. The mother is wonderful too. It is just a family with a lot of love in it.

Well, the father agonized over the fact that Nicole hated herself, hated how she looked, because he thought that she was the most beautiful young girl in the history of civilization, as parents are wont to do. Then one afternoon I had a shoot, the year after the picture in the book was taken, where I worked with a bunch of tidal pools. I had beautiful light, the family was in a great mood, and Nicole was in a superb place in her transit through life. I gave her a lot of reinforcement as I worked, telling her repeatedly -- it was absolutely true -- that she was doing beautiful things. It was really fun, and I took a lot of really good pictures.

It was very very high, very zen-like, in a very elevated place. I made nothing but good pictures. In basketball terms, you’d say I was in the zone. I couldn’t miss. Nicole was being just magnificent. Everything she did had grace in it. She couldn’t sit down and pick her nose without it being beautiful. And she was normally kind of angular, because of how long her legs and her arms were.

That evening, as I was leaving, Dieter, the father, came over just as I was going to get into the car. He had tears in his eyes. He gave me a great big kiss, which I’m not that used to receiving from men. And he said, "Jock, Nicole has just for the first time in her life told me that she thinks she’s pretty."

That afternoon, for her, was what the French call a date changé. It was a changing point for her. Her sense of self and self-esteem changed dramatically that afternoon, and I felt absolutely ecstatic to have been part of that.


STEINBERG: Another photographer I know who has worked with teenagers and young women, says that sometimes he’s concerned that he may be leading these people in a difficult direction because they get so much into how they look that they can then get into the whole glamor model thing.

STURGES: I’ve only once had a model go in that direction, and she was on her way there before I met her, a remarkably narcissistic human being. The principal way I work is that I tell people not to move when they’re doing something that I like. It’s almost always something improbable, which is to say not a glamor pose, not the arms behind the head, not that kind of thing. The message is that who you are naturally is what I like the best. Almost always, I'll get my best pictures when everybody thinks the shoot’s done. I’ll spend five or six hours at the beach with people, and when they think I’m all out of film they really relax and I get my good pictures. Hopefully the message is that you're most admirable when you're human, that you don’t have to pose and put on make-up and be glamorous.

No two people take on the information of being admirable and being admired in the same way. I can’t begin to know the psychological ramifications of what I do in the long run. I won’t live long enough. It may be that the most important ramifications of what I do will come when my models are in their 60s and 70s, when they look very different from the way they look in the pictures now, when they will have the photographs as a reminder. It may be that that reminder will be painful. I hope not. I hope they can continue to accept themselves and their bodies as beautiful as they change and grow.

Some of the people that I photographed as sticks have become much more voluptuous, much rounder, in some cases dramatically so, and I think they’re even more beautiful. Some are in their 30s now and their bodies are beginning to obey gravity’s halcyon call, and I think they’re more beautiful because now they’re the origins of other people, of children themselves. Their beauty is flowing back into their own children. To me that illuminates them and illuminates the children as well. It’s just all part of the same circle.

Physical beauty is such a strange thing. homo sapiens happens to think that certain things are beautiful. [People in] different cultures think [different] things are beautiful. The Japanese used to paint their teeth black. There will never be any end to the variations on what we find aesthetically appealing. But the fact that we have an aesthetic sense is part of what separates us from the lower animals. There’s no evidence that any other animals have any interest in aesthetics at all. But homo sapiens does, always has, and always will.


STEINBERG: Obviously your own pursuit of beauty has a lot to do with youth. So what is it about young people that you find so beautiful?

STURGES: There’s line, there’s androgyny, there’s a lot of different things. I’ve undone the psychological puzzle that is me, and it’s not a very complex one. I was sent away to boarding schools when I was very, very young and it wasn’t a lot of fun. So I’m particularly fascinated by that age, the age of my own traumatization, as it were.


STEINBERG: I didn’t mean the psychoanalysis of it. I meant what is about these people that really grabs you. You could be photographing 40-year-old people, or 70-year-old people....

STURGES: Well, beyond what I’ve just said, about what it was that lit the fuse on this work, I’m not really that worried about knowing.


STEINBERG: I don’t mean what it is about you.

STURGES: I’m letting you know why it is I like what I like.


STEINBERG: But what is it you like?

STURGES: It’s so different every time, because it evolves. I’m working with a lot of people now who are considerably older than I used to work with, because a lot of these kids have literally drawn me up through their lives. I’ve come to understand that they’re even more interesting company and more interesting to photograph -- they’re more interestingly complex -- when they’re older, when they’re in their early 20s and starting to get involved in relationships that may result in children.

When I enter a room, there’s always a face or two that will stop me. Everything else is invisible to me; I don’t see the other people that are there. There’s a certain purity of line. You see the same obsession taken almost to the point of kitsch, in the English school of painting, the pre-Raphaelites. The best of pre-Raphaelite painting is just divine -- very, very pure. You see it in Botticelli, and then you see it in a very different, bitter, beautiful form in the work of my favorite painter, Igon Schuyla.


STEINBERG: So it’s a matter of line and form for you? Is there something about the person?

STURGES: There’s ballet in it; 15 years of ballet. For me, the ideal model is somebody who is full of energy and generous and warm -- who is engaged, and engaging. Someone who has pretty line, clear line, and who is also at peace with herself, that is to say unselfconscious and delighted to be the physical animal that he or she is.


STEINBERG: Is this something we lose when we get older?

STURGES: No, it just changes. It depends on what society does to people, but it does change. It becomes something larger. In some cases, because society can be a searing influence, it’s burned out.


STEINBERG: Ron Raffaelli, who has also done a lot of photography of young people, talks very explicitly about the sense of innocence, the way of being in your body before you associate it with sexuality and therefore with being "bad," that he finds stunning. He just loves the way young people inhabit their bodies.

STURGES: Lewis Carroll made a similar distinction. He thought that children were absolutely beautiful before puberty, but after, they were essentially lost, corrupted by the emergence of sexuality. I’ve never been able to identify with that perception because to me the people are the same people. That child remains within. The innocence is there, it just takes on a different guise. The people who I most like to photograph, the people who have been "great models" for me, are the ones who have maintained and nurtured that innocence throughout their lives. Marine, the girl on the cover of my book, is an immensely warm, impulsive, spontaneous human being who acts today, at 20, just the way she did when she was seven. Her mother, who’s in her 40s, is the same way. The last time I was visiting them in central France, Marine and her mother ran the entire length of the train platform, waving goodbye to the train I was on. Their faces were full of color and joy. It’s possible to be that way [throughout your life]. That loss, that fall if you will, is not inevitable. I hope that my photography can become a small engine in the lives of people as they undergo these transitions, to help preserve the purity that's always there.

For me, there’s [also] an innocence and a beauty that returns to women, however much it might have been eclipsed by social burdens, when they become pregnant and have their own children. It’s so beautiful that it often makes me cry. I get totally romantic and ridiculous.


STEINBERG: Do you photograph pregnant women?

STURGES: I’ve done a little. I want to do more. What I’m beginning to do is photograph the kids I’ve photographed as they become pregnant. One of the reasons I haven’t [done] more is because it so awes me that the last thing I think about is taking a picture of it. It feels like walking in church with loud shoes, to take a camera into that place.


STEINBERG: Can you give a picture of how you work with people, your process? Are you directive?

STURGES: If I’ve been working with a family for years, it’s very different from when I’m working with somebody for the first time. When I’m working with people for the first time, I always tell them that I have no expectations of taking any good pictures. Otherwise they’re going to feel awkward, self-conscious; they’re going to want to know what to do with their hands. It usually takes a couple of shoots before we get past that.

I shoot a lot of pictures that I consider pictures I have to take to get to the pictures I want to take. I have to deal with people’s preconceptions about how one is photographed. If someone comes to take your picture, you stand there and you pose and you smile, that kind of thing. After a while, people will be taking a break and I’ll say, "Don’t move," and get a good picture, when they really aren’t thinking about it.

The less I direct, the better. People who pose models are really not paying attention to what’s beautiful about our species, because poses by definition are limited to the archetypes in our head about how someone should look in a picture. All of which has very little to do, unfortunately, with how we are. People do the most beautiful things imaginable; the less I direct the better.

For me an ideal shoot is with people I’ve worked with for a long time. We’ll go to a beach or we’ll go to a river and we’ll spend days there. I interrupt nothing. If people want to go swim, they go swim. If they want to come back, they come back. If they want to leave with their boyfriends, they leave with their boyfriends. If their boyfriends want to be there, if they want to listen to the radio, whatever, I say nothing. I might change a little something, I might turn a head in a larger composition, or change the direction of eyes. Once in a while I’ll say, "Don’t move," and I’ll quickly take a picture. The best photographs always come that way. It’s what’s the least manipulated and owes the most, therefore, to what the people themselves have done. All the art in my work dwells in the subjects; it’s all theirs. It’s not made up by me; I ain’t that smart.

May 25, 1994

Copyright © 1994 David Steinberg
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INTERVIEW - "The Muse of Place and Time: An Interview with William Christenberry (2004-2005)"


The Muse of Place and Time: An Interview with William Christenberry

By Robert Hirsch of Light Research, October 2004 through August 2005

William Christenberry
, born in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, in 1936, is a photographer, painter, sculptor, teacher, and arts advocate who is considered one of the most influential southern artists working today. Christenberry's honors include fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Guggenheim Memorial Foundation. Major exhibitions of his work have been held at the Addison Gallery of American Art, Phillips Academy, Andover, Massachusetts; the Center for Creative Photography, Tucson, Arizona; Corcoran Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.; Die Photographische Sammlung, SK Stiftung Kultur, Cologne, Germany; and Institute of the Arts, Rice University, Houston, Texas. Publications by and about Christenberry include Of Time and Place: Walker Evans and William Christenberry (1990) by Thomas W. Southall; Christenberry Reconstruction: The Art of William Christenberry (1996) by Trudy Wilner Stack, Christenberry, and Allen Tullos; and William Christenberry: Disappearing Places (2002) by Christenberry, Susanne Lange, and Claudia Schubert.


Robert Hirsch: Describe your family background in Tuscaloosa, and its impact on your work.

William Christenberry: It has been said that I was born in Hale County, but I was actually born in the city of Tuscaloosa, which is just a few miles north. My grandparents on both sides, the Smith Family and the Christenberry Family, were farming families in Hale County. It was made, however you want to look at it, famous or infamous, in Let Us Now Praise Famous Men [1939], which is a coincidence since James Agee and Walker Evans were there in the summer of 1936 putting that work together. I was born in November 1936, so I tell people that I didn't meet them [laughter]. I was born and raised in Tuscaloosa, went to high school there, and to the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. My summer forays past and present into Hale County are constant. Since the early 1960s that's the only time of year and about the only place I make photographs. My earliest color snapshot is from 1960.

RH: Why do you think that you haven't photographed anywhere else?

WC: This is and always will be where my heart is. It is what I care about. Everything I want to say through my work comes out of my feelings about that place--its positive aspects and its negative aspects. It's one of the poorest counties in the state, but it is also a county with great lore and legend. In the nineteenth century it must have been like Gone With the Wind, a place with great southern plantations. It became clear to me during my graduate studies [1958-59, at the University of Alabama at Tuscaloosa] that I wanted to express my feelings about this place. To paraphrase William Faulkner, "There is enough to write about on this little stamp-sized state called Mississippi to occupy me all of my life."

I don't know of any other way of putting it. You might say I have never made pictures elsewhere. My pictures of our family are pedestrian snapshots. I've been to Big Sur, California and other exotic places and technically the pictures were fine, but I have never taken the big camera to places like that.



RH: What else influenced you at this time?

WC: I was reading Russian and southern U.S. literature. I read a short story by James Agee, whom I had never heard of, and later I came across a copy of the second printing of Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. I showed it to my grandmother, and she said, "This is Mrs. Tingle, that's Mr. Tingle, that's Sadie, that's William...." I may have been the first person to put that puzzle together, who these people were as all their names had been changed to protect their privacy. More importantly, Agee was doing what I wanted to try to do visually--experimenting with ways to address issues of social responsibility and human dignity. It was something to sink my teeth into.

RH: Did any teacher influence you in graduate school?

WC: I had a wonderful graduate advisor, Melville Price. He was Jewish, and I say that because it enters into the story. Mel was a second generation abstract expressionist painter who had been teaching at the Philadelphia Museum School in Pennsylvania and chose to come to Alabama in 1958. He was haunted by the Holocaust. He was extremely well read and was very affected by what was happening in the South. He was a wonderful dark-skinned white man with jet-black hair who was often mistaken for a light-skinned black man. He introduced me to Dada and surrealism. A few years later I began teaching drawing at Tuscaloosa. I might still be there had it not been for Mel. One day he and I were having coffee. He just said to me out of the blue, "Bill, if you don't get out of here, you're going to be forever trapped here." I knew he was right. So a year later, in 1960, I went to the big city--New York.

RH: That must have been a quite a change.

WC: Talk about a growing up time! It was a transition from something in which I had been totally immersed--abstract expressionism--to the coming of pop art. I had eight different jobs in twelve months. I had a Master's degree, but I did not want to teach. I sold men's clothes in Greenwich Village. I was a custodian in Norman Vincent Peale's church on Fifth Avenue. My job was to take care of the sanctuary and keep an eye on the crucifix above the altar as it had been stolen previously. I spent most of my time there reading Albert Camus. Next I worked for a gallery on Madison Avenue, and finally I ended up as a file clerk on the twenty-eighth floor in the picture collection at Time-Life. It did not pay a lot of money, but each week I got a free copy of Time, LIFE, and Sports Illustrated [laughter]. And that was where Walker Evans worked as a senior editor for Fortune, on the eighteenth floor.

RH: How did you first encounter Walker Evans?

WC: Months went by before I got up enough nerve to see him. He was extremely cordial and offered me an autographed copy of Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. I was so nervous I said, "Thank you sir, but I already have several copies." He clicked the pen and closed the book. He didn't say a word. It took me several years to get a signed copy [laughter]. As our friendship grew, he would say, "Tell me that story, Bill," and he would laugh. That struck up this long friendship until his death in 1975.



RH: What were the circumstances that led to you traveling with Evans back to Alabama?

WC: In 1973 the University of Alabama's Art Department decided to put on an Evans exhibition. Previously Walker shied away from those things, but he was genuinely interested in the fact that another generation was looking at those pictures. He agreed to go to Alabama if I went with him. During the flight Walker said, "This is the only time that I have returned since 1936." Walker was very sensitive to the privacy of those people. He said, "I want to see any and all of the structures that I photographed that are still standing, but I do not want to see any of the people that may be still living. What I really want to do is photograph and see the things that have caught your eye over the years."

RH: Why do you think that he did not want to meet any of the people?

WC: Agee inserted himself in their lives while Walker kept a certain distance. They were two different personalities. One night I asked Walker about their collaboration and these were his exact words, "I'll tell you something Bill. If you knew a great man, you don't go around mouthing it openly." I didn't ask him anymore. It wasn't spoken in an arrogant or ugly way, it was just factual.

RH: How do you see Agee today?

WC: Periodically I take Let Us Now Praise Famous Men off of the shelf and read passages. It was never a book I felt comfortable reading from beginning to end. When I discovered it in 1960, it took me six weeks to read. It is basically a long prose poem meant to be read aloud, and I could only take so much of that at one time.

RH: When did you leave New York?

WC: I went to New York in 1960 and left in the summer of 1962 to accept a teaching position at Memphis State University [Memphis, Tennessee], which is now the University of Memphis.

RH: What year did you start making photographs with your Kodak Brownie?

WC: The earliest one that I have is 1958.

RH: What was your initial impulse to use a Brownie?

WC: It was a little 127 Brownie Holiday that Santa Claus had brought one year. It was in a chest of drawers in my parents' house. As a painting student, I wanted to reference the landscape and things in the landscape, mostly the vernacular architecture, in my painting. This prevails in my work to this day. Although everybody else was painting non-objectively, I made Tenant House #1 [1960]. Not only was it pivotal in my painting, but my photographic work too.



RH: Why did you work in color during a time when black and white defined art photography?

WC: Back in the studio it was the color reference, the memory jog that was important to my paintings.

RH: How was your 127 film processed and cared for?

WC: The pictures were processed at the local drugstore in Tuscaloosa and printed on fiber-based paper, which has held up remarkably well. It is my nature to take reasonably good care of whatever I do, and I stored the negatives in a cool dark closet. I can still print from the Brownie negatives from the 1960s, and many will be reproduced in the new Aperture book. I also dry-mounted those little 3 X 5-inch drugstore processed snapshots onto pieces of mat board with a three-inch border, which was fortunate because it gave them support. I would tack the mat board up on the wall next to this huge piece of canvas, so that I could use it as a reference for the colors and forms. They were not photo-realism paintings, but expressionistic paintings that look somewhat like a combination of Chaim Soutine and Willem de Kooning in the same painting.

RH: How did Evans come to see your Brownie photographs?

WC: I mentioned them in passing while I was showing him my large canvases, and he said he would like to see them. I gave him a box with sixty-six Brownies to look at. When he finished he said, "Young man, this little camera has become a perfect extension of your eye, and I suggest that you take these seriously." At the time I was about as interested in photography as I was in physics--zero. But that's how it began.

RH: How did the Brownie photographs come to the public's attention?

WC: When color began to be embraced in the early 1970s, I was in several exhibitions that included some of the Brownies. One was at the Corcoran [Washington, D.C.] and the other at the Jefferson Place Gallery [Washington, D.C.]. In 1976, Virginia Zabriskie came to see my work. I joined her New York gallery, and had a one-man show. It was difficult for a lot of people to believe that these photographs were made with a Brownie camera. As Walker once said, "There is something about that cheap lens that makes the color just right." I have never seen the Brownie photographs as a separate activity. For me all these things relate. I am very pleased to have been recognized as a color photographer, yet the photographs only existed as part and parcel of the whole.

RH: What made you decide to switch to an 8 X 10 view camera?

WC: One day, out of the blue, Lee Friedlander said to me that it would be interesting to see what I could do with a camera that produced a large negative, preferably 8 X 10. I said I never used anything like that. "You can learn, can't you?," he said. Shortly after that, I began working with a Deardorff view camera lent to me by a friend.

RH: Is the stillness of your photographs a conscious or unconscious decision?

WC: It was totally unconscious, and if I were a poet, I could talk to you about that. I don't want my work thought about in terms of nostalgia. It is about place and sense of place. I only make pictures when I go home. I am not looking back longing for the past, but at the beauty of time and the passage of time.

RH: What is it about the passage of time that compels you to go back?

WC: It is like an unbelievable magnet. I can't wait to get out into that landscape and to go back and see those same places. Sometimes they are still there and sometimes they are completely gone.

RH: How does your re-photographing of sites affect your notion of time?

WC: Returning to the sites allows me to record both the traces of passing time and represent how a subject is transformed by time.

RH: What is the connection between the Palmist Building and your sense of time and mortality?

WC: I had known the Palmist Building all of my life. Originally it was a country store run by my great uncle Sydney Duncan, my grandmother's brother. It was on my father's bread truck route, in the 1940s. When Uncle Sydney retired and gave up the store, it was rented to gypsies who read palms and told fortunes. They hand-painted the sign, a palmist sign. [For a detailed account of the Palmist Building and other stories see Of Time & Place: Walker Evans and William Christenberry.] One day the landowner discovered the gypsies had skipped town and left the interior in shambles. He put the palmist sign in the window frame to keep the rain out. Inadvertently he stuck it in upside down, which made it more iconic for me than if it had been right side up.

RH: When did you start photographing the Palmist Building?

WC: The first Brownie picture was made in 1961 with black-and-white film. The first color picture, and probably the definitive view, was made in 1971.

RH: After years of effort you finally have the Palmist sign in your studio. Why was this important for you?

WC: It goes back to the act of possessing in the positive sense. It's all-encompassing. It's emotional, spiritual, and in an actual, physical sense sums up what I am about. I have lots of other beautiful hand-lettered signs that speak to me of Americana. For instance, I have forty-eight Top's Snuff signs alone. I have Coca-Cola signs, too. Whoever designed that script was a genius. It's a beautiful aesthetic form, which reminds me of exquisite single-stroke brush lettering.



RH: How did Walker Evans's sign collecting influence you?

WC: The signage in his photographs was an influence. We did occasionally engage in sign "liberation" episodes together, too. Once we were driving on a backcountry road in Alabama in 1973, and I saw this Top's Snuff sign on a fence post. Walker said, "I am going to have a hard time keeping up with old eagle-eyed Christenberry. Let's photograph it before you take it." I photographed him photographing the sign, but what he really wanted to see was the Palmist sign that was still in the window. I have pictures of him making a photograph of the Palmist sign. Walker was a great influence. We exchanged ideas until his death, and I like to think there was a lot of cross influencing. One of my choice found objects is a sign off the side of a building that Walker photographed in 1936 and is in Famous Men. I took the sign off the side of the building in 1966. He couldn't get over that. He had it included in his big show at Yale Art Gallery called "Walker Evans: 40 Years." I had a magnificent friendship with Walker. He was a wonderful man, a great artist, and I miss him.

RH: How is your work different from what Evans made in 1936?

WC: Unlike Agee, Walker kept his distance emotionally. His view was objective. My stance is very subjective. The place is so much a part of me. I can't escape it and have no desire to escape it. I continue to come to grips with it. I don't want my work to be thought of as maudlin or overly sentimental. It's not. It's a love affair--a lifetime of involvement with a place. The place is my muse.

RH: How does your southern sensibility regarding beauty affect your work?

WC: Think of what Miss Emily Dickinson said, "Memory is a strange bell, jubilee and knell." I have a deep attachment to this haunted landscape, haunted in the sense that there is a dark side to it and there is a positive side. And a distance of about 800 miles from Washington, D.C., gives me a perspective of that place that I wouldn't have if I lived there day in and day out. By the time that I get to Tuscaloosa, I can't wait to get out into the countryside. It literally charges my batteries. I used to go out for a week or ten days and make three-hundred Brownie exposures. Now the film is almost impossible to get. When I work with the 8 X 10, I am not going to get 300 exposures. Last summer I made twenty 8 X 10 exposures. I still have access to some 127 and 620 Brownie Film and as long as I can get the film I am going to continue to make some Brownies. That 3 X 5-inch image is just a little jewel.

RH: How do you deal with the dark side of southern culture?

WC: Although my work is largely celebratory there is this dark side that permeates the South. How could I avoid the issues of the civil rights period and the terrible evil that manifests itself in the Ku Klux Klan (KKK)? I have often doubted whether or not I would live long enough to see the progress that the Deep South has made in civil rights, but there is still much to be done.

Just a few weeks after my arrival in Memphis in 1962, James Meredith attempted to integrate the University of Mississippi, which is only sixty miles south of Memphis. In a way, Memphis is the big city of Mississippi. I was listening on the radio to the broadcast of that event. Two people were killed that night down in Oxford, Mississippi. How could I as a human being, forget being a Southerner, let that go by me? I've never been a marcher or a joiner, it's just not my nature, and sometimes I've regretted that. The only thing that I participated in along that line was the 1968 Memphis Sanitation Workers' March just before Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was killed.

RH: Describe your first encounter with the KKK.

WC: In 1960, I read on the front page of the Tuscaloosa News about a Klan rally at the Tuscaloosa courthouse. I said to my friend Ed, "I'm curious. Let's check this out." He agreed to go. We got down there and there was no evidence of Klan activity outside. It was after dark, and the streetlights were on. There were not many people around. I suggested we go inside the courthouse. Ed said, "I'm Jewish, I'm not going inside." I gathered my courage and went in. The lights were blazing and yet nobody was around. I walked up these old marble steps to the second floor. Still nobody. I got to the top of the third level and just to my left was a Klansmen in full robe and hood. I had never seen an image like that before. This guard was standing at attention and there was a door to his left behind him. When I got to the top of the steps, he did not turn his head or his body. He turned his eyes to look at me. I have never seen anything more frightening than those eyes glaring through those eyehole slits. I stopped dead in my tracks and didn't go any further. I went right back down those steps and out of the building.



RH: When did you begin making Klan imagery?

WC: The first drawing in my sketchbook is dated 1961. Moving to New York gave me some degree of objectivity. It was that distance from New York to Alabama that gave me perspective on what I wanted to do and what I am still attempting to do. Not just with oppression and violence, not just with the Klan, but also with all of my work.

RH: How did this evolve into your Klan Room?

WC: It began in Memphis in 1963. I bought a couple of Barbie dolls, made some sketches, and had a friend make a Klan costume for Barbie. When the "moveable parts" GI Joe doll came out in 1964, I bought twenty of them at once. The young lady at the cash register could not contain her curiosity. She said, "Mister, it is nowhere near Christmas time. May I ask you what you are going to do with twenty GI Joe dolls?" I said, "Young lady, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me." A friend, her mother, and Bill Eggleston's wife, Rosa, sewed the first doll costumes. By the time we moved to Washington, D.C., in 1968 I had the beginnings of a Klan tableau of some 200 dolls.

RH: Why haven't those 200 Klan dolls been exhibited?

WC: There was a theft from the studio in 1979, and that wiped out the dolls. All but one was stolen.

RH: Have any of the works ever surfaced?

WC: No. They disappeared from the face of the earth. I was able to re-create and enlarge the tableau, though, after the theft. This is what people see now when it's exhibited.

RH: How did this theft affect you?

WC: The worst thing was the effect it had on my wife Sandy and our two young children. To this day we do not know if the thief was pro-Klan, anti-William Christenberry, or just someone wanting to possess this work. I think somebody has it squirreled away, and it has become something like his or her shrine.

RH: How do you respond to critics who say you are beatifying, fetishizing, and/or glorifying the KKK?

WC: All of those things have been said, but I argue it is best to have it exist to provoke discussion. I think it is important to have an artist of my background attempt to come to grips with these issues. I am not just speaking out about the Klan but about injustice and racism. This was my way of doing it, and I stand by it. It is not pro-terror or pro-Klan, but the work walks a thin line between being understood and misunderstood and for a long time no one would touch it. Institutions, including the Whitney [New York], weren't willing to exhibit it.

RH: What is it like to be immersed in this imagery everyday?

WC: I don't have to tolerate it everyday because even when it was upstairs I would deliberately not go in there too often. Since it was last shown in Brussels and in Cologne it has been in storage because I've run out of space in the studio.

RH: Have you made new Klan dolls?

WC: Yes, I made some of my strongest pieces in the 1990s at the Fabric Workshop in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. These dolls were tortured and/or bound, and some had hot wax poured over them.



RH: Do you see your Klan work differently in the post-9/11 world?

WC: The Klan is only one aspect of terrorism and racism, but it embodies the whole shebang. That is one of the reasons that I can live with it. And why I stand by it. The Ku Klux Klan is very real to me as a Southerner and represents a powerful aspect of terrorism. It originated in Tennessee after the Civil War, but it immediately spread to Indiana and then across the country. The bottom line is that this terrible terrorist group is part of a broader mixture of fear, control, and power that manifests itself in many ways and in many different places. Unfortunately, sadly, I'm afraid that hatred and terrorism will always be with us.

RH: Have you ever collected authentic Klan items?

WC: I am not a collector of Klan memorabilia, but I have been given authentic items like Klan posters, a manual, and a calling card that says "The only reason you are white today is because your ancestors believed and practiced segregation, KKK College Park GA." I was given two Klan uniforms that I keep in a cabinet up in the attic. One is white muslin from the 1920s and the other red satin from the 1970s, and they terrify me. I plan to turn these artifacts over to a major American Studies program such as the one at Emory University [Atlanta, Georgia]. They are currently in an exhibition at the Spy Museum here in Washington, D.C., called "The Enemy Within, Terror in America--1976 to Today."

RH: What is the relationship of your Klan Room to your work with vernacular architecture?

WC: Right after the Klan theft in 1979 I dreamed of a building on a backcountry road in Alabama with no windows and no doors and an unbelievably pitched roof just like the pyramidal hooded head. When I got up the next morning, the dream was still clear as a bell, and it continues to stay with me until this day. I decided that if Jasper Johns could fulfill his dream about painting an American flag, I could make my dream work. My first Dream Building was made in 1980, and I continue to mine that source because that form is still powerful to me.

On the other hand, the architectural pieces, or "building constructions" as I call them, are structures based upon things that I have known for most of my life and/or photographed, such as Sprott Church. I first photographed Sprott Church with the Brownie in 1971. The sunlight on the facade and the bright blue sky make it one of my favorites and one of my best pictures. I lived with that picture haunting me in the best sense of that word. The image and the feeling of that little church, the nature of the Brownie Camera lens and where I was standing, which was a slight rise in the landscape, made it seem almost like a miniature object. It was a small church in the first place. I lived with that until 1974 when I said to myself, "Why not build it?" I made a small version and that was the beginning of the building construction series.



RH: Why do you call them "building constructions" and not models?

WC: In a model, you adhere to a strict floor plan and scale. The constructions are all built by eye and include idiosyncratic things that make each one unique. They have a similar feeling to a real building, such as the Palmist Building, which I photographed for decades and is now gone. These sculptures are my interpretations of the wonderful vernacular architecture that has vanished from this earth. I use balsa wood, paint, glue, Alabama soil, and metal among the materials. It usually takes several months to build a piece, but I think about it for a long time beforehand.

RH: What triggered your desire to physically make Sprott Church?

WC: My friend, curator Walter Hopps, was at the studio one night. I said, "Walter, I can't possess Sprott Church. I've photographed it, and I've drawn it and those things don't really suffice. I have a desire to make a small version. I've never done anything like that, and it might be a waste of time." He looked at me and said, "You'll never know until you do it." Since then I've made a dozen or so buildings that were based on actual pieces of vernacular architecture that I have seen or photographed. In recent years these have become less literal, and covered in white wax. I call them "Memory Forms." Referring to Miss Dickinson again, my memory of things is more important than the literalness of things. So the pieces are more simplified, more purely defined than the earlier ones.

RH: What are you working on today?

WC: I am honored to be having a large exhibition at the Smithsonian American Art Museum [Washington, D.C.] when it re-opens on July 4, 2006. Plus, I am really excited to be guest curating a large exhibition from the museum's wonderful American Folk Art Collection. Aperture is publishing a new book about my work that is due in April of 2006. Also, there will be exhibitions at Aperture's Chelsea space and at Pace/MacGill Gallery in New York in the summer of 2006.

RH: What is informing your current work?

WC: One of my cathartic activities, and my first love, is drawing. Drawing is so immediate; you either win the battle or lose the battle. And even if you lose the battle, it is just a piece of paper. Drawing is a release because I do my best not to consider them precious. The latest are very linear drawings of trees. Some are on large paper, so you almost feel physically involved with the subject. I am always simultaneously working on something sculptural also, so that I can move back and forth between the media.

RH: Has the role of artists changed in your lifetime?

WC: We live in a day where anybody and everybody can be an artist. We don't have the tradition of a nineteenth-century academy. Anybody can make work and look for acceptance. And this is wonderful. I grew up around Black Folk Art in Alabama. I would so admire the directness, the power, and the innocence of this work. I don't have that innocence. I have too much training.

RH: How has living in Washington, D.C., affected your relationship to the landscape of Alabama?

WC: My heart is still in Alabama, but the distance gives me a needed perspective. If I had stayed at the University of Alabama, I doubt I would be doing the kind of work that I do because I would be too close to it. When I go there, I see it with a fresh eye. I have an openness that allows me to immerse myself in the entire landscape. I don't want to be too comfortable. I want that edge to be there from the source. I am sixty-eight years old and feel I have a lot that I still want to try to make visible.

RH: What is the best thing about being sixty-eight?

WC: Having the flexibility to move past traditional boundaries and go from drawing to sculpture and of course to photography. I like it when people ask, "What is Christenberry? Is he a photographer, a painter, or a sculptor?" I see it all as one piece. There is no separateness. It is about the interaction, the intermingling or the coming together of these various means of expression. I am not just one thing.

RH: Do you think art is built off of other art, and if it wasn't for our predecessors, we wouldn't be doing whatever it is that we are doing today?

WC: I couldn't agree with you more. Influences ... I've never avoided my influences. [Paul] Cezanne made a wonderful statement, and I wish I could quote it in French so it would sound better. He said, "Have your influences, but there will come a time when you will shed your influences like a snake sheds its skin." I am still shedding mine.

ROBERT HIRSCH is the author of Exploring Color Photography: From the Darkroom to the Digital Studio; Seizing the Light: A History of Photography; and Photographic Possibilities: The Expressive Use of Ideas, Materials & Processes, Second Edition.

This interview is the culmination of numerous conversations between Christenberry and the author from October 2004 through August 2005.
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THEORY - "A Modern Man: Blake Stimson and Thomas Struth on Bernd Becher (2007)"


A Modern Man: Blake Stimson and Thomas Struth on Bernd Becher

By: Blake Stimson & Thomas Struth, Artforum International, October 1, 2007

It is tempting to say that with the sad news of Bernd Becher's death in June (2007) at age seventy-five we have seen the passing of an era. Curator Emma Dexter, writing in The Independent, memorialized the artist's contribution by describing the photographic project Bernd and his wife and partner, Hilla, began a half century ago as a "portrait of a lost world, using a lost technology--the gelatin silver prints, the large format plate cameras are now a thing of the past," so distant from our own glimmering postindustrial world and its snazzy new media that it "can never be repeated."

Indeed, this characterization seems largely right. Beginning with Bernd's first photographs of the Eisenhardter Tiefbau mine near his family home in Siegen, Germany, in 1957--the same year he and Hilla met while working at an advertising agency in Dusseldorf--the Bechers' undertaking had something demonstrably melancholic about it. As he recounted regularly, Bernd initially turned to mines as a theme because they had fascinated him as a child and because those that he had grown up with started to disappear as the political and economic changes that culminated in the establishment of the European Economic Community put them out of business. His first artistic efforts involved drawing, but he quickly turned to photography when he could not keep pace with the rapid changes. So it is that the "lost world" Dexter speaks of--that is, the great industrial age of the West--was preserved and catalogued for us in the Becher archive during the very moment that the industry itself was moving elsewhere.

Bernd and Hilla began collaborating in 1959, and from the onset they understood their undertaking to be a form of engaging the past, even if sometimes they interpreted what this meant differently. Hilla, for example, has regularly referred to the nineteenth century's scientific outlook and its fixation on systematic and encyclopedic approaches, citing in particular its affinity with their typological method. Bernd, on the other hand, was more inclined to offer personal and, on occasion, emotional accounts of his bond with the past. For instance, he described his experience of the demolition of the Eisenhardter Tiefbau mine as the "trigger for everything." Having grown up with a blast furnace as a playground, "it is hardly surprising," he explained, "that I was overcome with horror when I noticed that the world in which I was besotted was disappearing."



This attachment to the past was often explained by the couple and others as a response to the trauma of war. "The war robbed us of the pleasure of looking at the past," noted Hilla, who grew up in East Germany--it is this pleasure that the Bechers sought to renew. Their project allowed them to leapfrog backward over the horrors of Stalinism, Nazism, and even World War I, and to return to what Bernd called the "pragmatic English way of thinking" or the "soul of industrial thought." Versions of this return seemed appealing to many after the war, of course, not just the Bechers, because, as Bernd put it, "it has absolutely nothing to do with ideology." This same rationale gave rise to the neoliberalism of Friedrich von Hayek, Milton Friedman, and others--itself a manner of leapfrogging over the mass politics of the twentieth century to the free-market principles of the past--that has come to so influence the globalization we live with today.

That said, however, we might better appreciate and understand Bernd's life and its legacy by taking his version of the past to be something greater than the reaction that rules today. More than anything else, after all, the Bechers' attachment to the past seems out of sync with the newly global present in a way that the neoliberals' return does not. The "soul of industrial thought," as Bernd called it--that is, reason itself--has always meant more than the neoliberals have allowed. They are right, of course, that it has given us the cold calculus of the marketplace that frees us from ideology by allowing us to dream only of the bottom line. But that soul has also meant the heated deliberation and debate of the public sphere, where entrepreneurial or innovative thinking is applied not only to private gain but also to the critical exchange of ideas and values that dreams of commonwealth. Think of the industrial thought of Edouard Manet, say, or Georges Seurat, or Laszlo Moholy-Nagy, not to mention Karl Marx.



In this regard, the question we began with about the sad news of Bernd's death as a sign of a time gone by might be all the more vital and pressing. With that possibility in mind, we might consider it a test for T. J. Clark's grand 1999 claim that modernism is our antiquity. (This claim was misappropriated for Documenta 12, which asked, "Is modernity our antiquity?" to which Clark had already responded eight years ago: "This is not what my book title [Farewell to an Idea] means. On the contrary, it is just because the 'modernity' which modernism prophesied has finally arrived that the forms of representation it originally gave rise to are now unreadable.") Put so, we might well ask whether the forms of representation that the Bechers have given us are now unreadable--do the desire and ambition and commitment of the Bechers' fascination with industrial modernity carry today?

Raising such a question about the Bechers' modernism may rub against the grain for some readers familiar with the pair's work and its reception. At least since Carl Andre's 1972 appreciation appeared in Artforum, their work has been strongly identified with American art of the 1960s. As close as they were to their American colleagues and friends, however, the Bechers themselves insisted that their "relationship with the methods of Concept Art"--that is, with the emotional distancing from the politics of the period that characterized much of Conceptualism and its antecedents--"was somewhat exaggerated."

Indeed, while their work is cool and distant in tone (in a manner similar to that of Andre, Sol LeWitt, Douglas Huebler, Ed Ruscha, and others), it nevertheless registers differently on the level of affect. Narrowly and negatively speaking, the Bechers never engaged in a deadpan neutralization of their own subjective artistic perspective; neither did they have any concern for inventing ordering systems that seemed arbitrary or without purpose (in this way, for instance, their work is the opposite of Ruscha's Twentysix Gasoline Stations, 1962, and subsequent photographic books). For all the seeming neutrality of the Bechers' photographs--the overcast lighting, the straight-on perspective, the consistent framing and consistency of function within a given series, the reduction of color to shades of gray--there is never any doubt that they were captivated by their subjects and enthralled with the process of collecting and organizing pictures of them. What emerges when we consider their project as a whole is not a sense of the arbitrariness of the systematic exercise of reason (which might seem to be the point of Ruscha's ordering systems) but instead something like the attentiveness and pleasure of a love affair--and this doesn't even take into consideration the tremendous devotion made plain by their fifty-year commitment!



This way of relating to the world is utterly ordinary--"Like someone who collects beer mats would find criteria through which they can be organized," Hilla has said--but it is ordinary in the most modern of ways. It is the way "our culture has organized information and knowledge since the Enlightenment"--a way that we might say is now seemingly becoming a thing of the past. It would be too much to call their method of organization an obsession, but it is a way of exercising reason that realizes value through care, attention, and devotion to the object of concern. To use the words of Hegel scholar Stephen Houlgate about this old modern principle: "Love is ... the form that reason takes in feeling."

Love is an attitude toward an object, of course, but the object also assumes specific characteristics and qualities that are loved. It has often been noted that the Bechers' photographs are composed like portraits, and the buildings addressed like human subjects. Bernd once observed that the structures before their camera "seemed to us like individuals," each one with "a look of its own." Hilla put it differently, focusing more on their method: "It can be compared to portraiture," she said. "You have to show the skin and the structure. One tries to be honest and not cheat. It's very easy to cheat and to make very glamorous pictures." Their goal was to picture the objects they devoted themselves to in the right light--in other words, to see them in the way that they experienced them (even if that experience may have been somewhat different for each of them), and on some level this meant that they needed to endow industrial structures with human qualities.

Early on Bernd discovered that the elevated view required to address his and Hilla's subjects straight on generated a particular structure of feeling, a particular form of humanization. "This is the height from which a blast furnace makes the strongest impression," he said, because it gave him "the feeling of almost being inside it." That feeling resulted in a successful picture, in his view, and was something he tried to reproduce in all the couple's work. Experiencing blast furnaces, water towers, gasometers, mine heads, and the like anthropomorphically sounds a bit odd, perhaps, but less so if we consider how Bernd and Hilla thought of these structures as the cathedrals of the industrial age and remember how cathedrals themselves were often cast as figures for the body of Christ. The structure of feeling that emerged from the Bechers' fifty-year relationship with their subjects was at once analytical and bodily, emotionally reserved and affectively attached, moving back and forth "between distance and proximity" (a phrase often used to describe their work).

It is this form of relating--"the form that reason takes in feeling" describes it neatly--that Bernd will be remembered for; or, at least, it should be. The question in the end, then, is what that way of relating to the world means now: Is the Bechers' form of representation--a form that draws its imagination from the great modern affair with reason--now unreadable? Are modernism's aims and convictions, its structure of feeling and sense of purpose, now lost to an unavailable past? What the Becher project represents more than anything else is that old dream of the public exercise of reason--collecting, ordering, sorting, inquiring, discriminating, above all caring, in order to form a proposition about the world--that modernism has always opposed to the liberal calculus of private gain. And it has done so with a degree of conviction that itself seems a thing of the past.

That conviction, however, would also seem to be legible in an enduring way to generations of audiences and a generation of extraordinarily successful students who have stuck remarkably close to the ways and means of their teachers. Bernd was an eminent teacher at the Dusseldorf Kunstakademie, and both he and Hilla were influential mentors. It is difficult to predict how this rich legacy will endure, of course, but if it succeeds in carrying Bernd's tenacious care for the "soul of industrial thought" forward into the future, then we might well come to remember him not as a melancholic figure of a time gone by but instead as a messenger from the past--even, we might risk, as a standard-bearer who succeeded in reminding us of modernism's beleaguered promise against the surge of the neoliberals' globalizing present.

Blake Stimson

Blake Stimson is the author of "The Pivot of the World: Photography and its Nation (MIT Press, 2006)"


BERND BECHER HAD A CONCERN. In an arresting mixture of wholehearted conviction and ironic humor, he was driven by an attempt to embrace both the stern results of historical circumstance and the inevitable need for human self-expression. Suffering from the urge of explanation, he believed it to be a healing strategy to develop and execute a catalogue of human inventions. Photographing not too vain, rather humble objects, designed by engineers who had to follow function before fashion, he believed in the moment of truth of representation: a starting point to think again about historic responsibility and represent it through artistic practice. Clear-sighted and passionate, Bernd Becher had trust in seeing things. He fought relentlessly for precision of detail, and his modes of depiction were weighed for their specific language and moral quality.

The cooperation and partnership with his wife, Hilla, like their work, is an obeisance to modesty and a disdain for the destructive strategies of power. Being a witness of their ingenuity of ideas about art and politics, economy and industrialization, literature and pop culture, one feels indebted and constantly inspired by their compassionate involvement with humankind. Their legacy of love for water towers, framework houses, and blast furnaces might be considered a better lasting guideline for our future than the increasing hypnosis of capitalist gadget frenzy. Where do people go who die? Will what they created expand its vibrancy over time? In which way can we reevaluate our understanding of progress?

Thomas Struth

Thomas Struth is an artist based in Dusseldorf.
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Roswell Angier - "Sticky Floors and White Men roars..."


Stripper-stretch marks and desert-devil-dust... Mexican-Men and Tequila-Worm-Lust... jiggling breasts and White Men roars, sticky palms and sticky floors... booze-boars and bottle-breath, broken-teeth smiles and flailing-fist-death... curse and crawl, stumble and fall... warm wind blows through desert-window holes, pitiful views, men and rage, submission-slaves, steel dance-cage. Dangerous dusty towns, barely-lit jukebox-caves, neon sex-light comin' in big-apple-flesh-filled waves... livin'-lost f-k's, can't be saved, drink some more, find-a-whore... hear 'em roar.

Dark shadows, big-truck-monster-men, testosterone-smackdown-fears.



























This is photography.

For Roswell Angier and your gift. Thank you.


Enjoy,

Doug Rickard
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Tanyth Berkeley and the Special Ones...


© Tanyth Berkeley

Tanyth Berkeley
likes the special ones.

She likes the pale ones, the large headed types, the big bodies and the long giraffe necks. She likes the Robert Crumb shapes and the vampire faces, the glowing white skin and the men-in-dresses with womanly laces. She likes the eyes set back in the skull or the shoulders holding up those big heads that are smashed in like a pretty pumpkin in certain places. Her specialty is the awkward, the rare flower, the big cheek boned and special feminine shells and large sizes and different races. And what about those "beautiful" humans. What about the "blessed" ones that run around naked with their skinny bodies in the fields and the forest, all pretty and young, perfect skin and perfect faces. The free ones that climb naked and glistening in trees to let the gold sun reflect from their perfect skin as they celebrate their perfect shapes.

F-k them.


© Tanyth Berkeley

Where does she go to find her lovely specimens - the Special Ones, the Orchidaceae. One species looks just like a pony with its mane flowing out. One species looks like a glowing strawberry. One looks like a beautiful alien. One looks like a human rose. One looks like a firefly. One looks like the kind of fancy shoes that a king might wear. One looks like Mickey Mouse. One looks like a fluffy kitten. Her expeditions take her deep into the cement jungle, into the dangerous subway tunnels of New York — the hunting is calculated, looking carefully for the rare flowers and avoiding the normal, the mundane, the boring beautiful. After a successful catch, she takes them to rooftops, into open light to photograph them and categorize her findings. She likes to find the rarest of species, the ones that the loons viciously stare at and then discard with their eyes, the ones that elude the shallow folks who ignore the rare beauty in their blindness and their love for the superficial and their blind desire for the skinny. Most share a few key characteristics that distinguish them from other human flowers. Some species are pale white and easy to spot, some share both male and female parts... some are yellow, some are red, some have marks and spots and some are bare. I wasn’t surprised to learn that such remarkable creatures were also delicate and vulnerable to disturbance. They often stare vacant into space so as to avoid eye contact with the vicious others, the gawking eyes and the long stares. They try to blend in and avoid the aggression that would damage their delicate and beautiful petals.

I would expect that Tanyth will continue to hunt these beautiful specimens for the hunter is a rare breed themselves. Once you taste the beauty of the special ones, you are typically unable to stop your thirst for more... your thirst for the hunt and the fascinating form of the rare human flower.

Regards,

Doug Rickard


© Tanyth Berkeley

© Tanyth Berkeley

© Tanyth Berkeley

© Tanyth Berkeley

© Tanyth Berkeley

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INTERVIEW: "Paul Graham with Richard Woodward (2007)"


Paul Graham Interview with Richard Woodward, New York City, June 2007.

RW: Let’s start with this new book, which is actually a series of books, and work backwards. How did the project originate?

PG: Well, my principal source was from reading Chekhov’s Short Stories, and the critical essays around those. A lot of people have tried to understand why this writing works so well, since in the stories there’s not much happening. They’re dealing with the simple, everyday things—in one of them a woman is combing her hair for six pages, remembering that night at the theater; in another a school teacher is coming home in a cart dreaming of meeting the landowner, who does ride past and they exchange a few pleasantries, but nothing more. But there’s something magical about how perfectly described they are, the transparency of what’s happening, without guff or show, simply described, with nothing proscribed.

I’ve been traveling around the States for a while now, and wanted to do something looser and freer, to take pictures of people at the most ordinary, everyday moments—cutting the grass or waiting for the bus, smoking cigarettes or traveling to and from the supermarket. I wanted to reflect Chekhov’s openness, his simple transparency; this was something I tried to move toward. I’m not, of course, literally illustrating Chekhov’s stories, but simply isolating a small rivulet of time. So, each of the individual books is a photographic short story, a filmic haiku. They are quite short, but complete in their own modest way.

RW: But difficult to convey, I would think, no? The layout must have been the crucial step.

PG: Yes, in terms of making them, it was a process of letting go of one’s own pretensions and not looking for this great summation picture of any given situation. For example, while photographing a man smoking at a bus stop in Vegas, I just had to slow down, take a step back, and realize that the moment before and the moment after are just as valuable as the instant when he takes the perfect drag on the cigarette.

The multiple book form is the most logical development of this—ten or twelve volumes each holding one or two stories within their pages; self-contained yet linked to each other. And I’m fortunate enough to have Michael Mack and Gerhard Steidl support this. One book has just a single picture in it; another has 64 pages of images taken at an intersection in New Orleans, watching life roll by.

RW: Where was the picture of the lawn mowing man taken? It’s fantastic.

PG: Thank you. it's in Pittsburgh. That was one of my early road trips and I really wasn’t expecting much. When I set out I thought, I’ll never be able to do anything good, so I’ll just have fun, and see the country a bit. But then I saw this guy cutting the grass. It’s kind of perfect that his shirt is a riff on the American flag too.




RW: What I like about the work is that you are clearly dissatisfied with the confines of traditional documentary but you haven’t made the jump, as so many do, to video. You haven’t given into temptations…

PG: …like staging my work. I’ve never wanted to become a filmmaker. I’ve always seen the two major tropes in photography as the studio and the street. And I’m a street person. I don’t get tired of trying to understand and look at the wonderful amazing nature of what’s around us. Yes, I have dissatisfaction with classic documentary language. It was wonderful when it was invented. But it has to be alive, to grow, develop, just like the spoken word. We don’t speak the same way we spoke in 1938 or 1956, so why should we make pictures the same way?

RW: But the dissatisfaction of others, particularly with the narrative limitations of photography, has led them to add sound or moving image sequences. You seem determined—and happy—to stay within the boundaries.

PG: Well, some might see these books as leading toward building a narrative.

RW: Clearly.

PG: Part of this is about the new flexibility of digital photography. You are able to shoot and shoot and then look at everything on screen. The technology does liberate people. You can get remarkable quality, close to 4x5, working on the street.

RW: But you are clearly an outsider and we never learn much about these people.

PG: I have no problem with that. I don’t want to feign being intimate with somebody I meet 5 minutes ago. I accept and embrace that so much in life is “ships passing in the dark.” The world is comprised of 99.9% strangers.

RW: Is that what you don’t like about photojournalism, the pretense of intimacy that is there?

PG: It’s undoubtedly there in some photojournalism. But I have more problems with the motives and uses of photojournalism—the clichéd stories they tell, or the way photography is used to service a written story. There is of course some great and rare exceptions that far exceed this criticism, but we have to be honest: so much in photography is pabulum, and aspires to nothing beyond well-worn vernacular.

RW: Let’s move backward. Who were the important photographers to you when you were starting out in England?

PG: The important photographers for me belong in that period from 1966 to 1976, mostly American, let’s say from “New Documents” to “New Topographics.” It was a profound creative period for photography. Szarkowski at MoMA radicalized things for photographers by creating an artistic territory to operate in that wasn’t there before. Before, you were either an editorial photographer working for magazines in a semi-documentary style, or a fine-art photographer making pictures of landscapes or nudes or rocks. He swept aside that division and showed that people like Diane Arbus and Garry Winogrand were making the most profound photographic work of our time, and though it looked like ‘documentary,’ it was far more than that, and it didn’t belong in magazines, but in museums. This was transformative: bringing ‘documentary style’ work into the highest museum of our country. It’s little appreciated, but was perhaps Szarkowski’s greatest gift—recognizing and defining a new artistic space.

RW: How was that work translated for a man growing up in England?

PG: When I became aware of it in the mid 70s, it was through books. Hence my great emphasis on books in my work. Reading Public Relations, and the Diane Arbus monograph and Lee Friedlander books, was very important. I didn’t get Robert Frank at first, because it seemed almost photojournalistic, but strangely I got Eggleston right away.

RW: Really?

PG: It was an instinctual rather than an intellectual understanding. The first thing I saw of his was a promotional pamphlet for Election Eve. A friend came back from the states, and he gave me this brochure with six pictures in it. I was struck by his elliptical, tangential approach. So elegant and beautiful.





RW: So you were taking pictures by then?

PG: I learned how a camera works early on, maybe even in the Scouts… but there was no concept of what you could do with it. Seeing the work of Winogrand or Friedlander was like the proverbial light going on. The fact that you could say something profound about the world through photographs was a life-changing revelation.

RW: That’s a bold leap to make right out of the box, from the Scouts to understanding a Winogrand or Friedlander photograph.

PG: Well there were a few years between the two! I wouldn’t claim to understand everything about Winogrand’s work, though essays like Tod Papageorge’s in Public Relations are wonderful reading for anyone who cares about photography. One of the great things about this medium is that you don’t need to have an academic degree to get it; photography can be so visceral, it cuts right through language that way.

RW: Did you go out and try to take Eggleston pictures?

PG: Well, yes and no… (Laughs.) … the great open road journey photography doesn’t translate that well to the United Kingdom. It’s not that big. What I adapted was an amalgam of Eggleston and Robert Adams, and put that together with the classic British obsession with Social Critique. It became my own mash-up, if you will.

RW: Did you realize that you could have a career?

PG: A “career”—god no! Sadly I belong to that naïve alternative culture of the 70s that rejected “careers.” I did what most UK musicians and would-be rock stars did: I went on the dole. Oh, and I worked Saturdays in an arts bookshop, which meant I could order anything I wanted. I stocked the place with these amazing books: New Topographics catalogs, Robert Adams’ The New West, early Ed Ruscha books, etc. We never managed to sell any of them—they were all remaindered for 50c!

RW: But if you’re going to travel to Europe and Japan you must have figured out ways to support yourself.

PG: You sleep on friend’s floors. I traveled in an old Mini—the original Mini—and I slept in the back of that for a long time. That was uncomfortable! I ate in truck driver’s cafes, and had a friend who found out-of-date film for me. Then you do some teaching and get a small grant. The documentary-style tradition is very strong in England. Eventually I met up with Martin Parr, Chris Killip, Graham Smith, John Davis.

Then my first book, A-1 The Great North Road came out in 1983. It was a journey along the main artery of the UK, much like Alec Soth did with the Mississippi recently. Large format color, landscapes, portraits, buildings, etc. The book proved quite poisonous to that black-and-white tradition. It’s been forgotten how radical it was to work within the social documentary tradition in color, at that time. Now it’s so commonplace, people wonder what was the issue?

Within four years I published three books: A1, Beyond Caring, and Troubled Land, driven by the boundless energy of youth, no doubt… but by 1987, I we had this juggernaut of color documentary photography emerging in England; it had really taken off. Martin Parr switched to color, so did people like Tom Wood, and then our students, like Paul Seawright or Richard Billingham or Nick Waplington came along. So… I felt it was time to move on from that, before it became exhausted. For example, the mixing of landscape with war photography in Troubled Land was striking and quite successful —I had shows in NYC galleries—but what happens is that you hit this resonant note and everyone wants you to repeat it. I was invited to duplicate Troubled Land in Israel and South Africa. Commissions, dollars, travel, the whole nine yards. But I thought, I can’t do this. For better or worse, I’m one of those artists who once something is “proven,” have to drop it and find another way to scare myself.

RW: So you went to Europe?

PG: In the early to mid 80s I had made friends with a group of German photographers who were quite distinct from the Becher’s Dusseldorf school. They were mostly around Essen-Berlin: Volker Heinze, Joachim Brohm, Gosbert Adler, and Michael Schmidt too, who was running these workshops in Berlin and inviting people like John Gossage and Lewis Baltz to come over.

RW: It’s funny that that school is so unknown here. Michael Schmidt even had a one-man show at MoMA.

PG: Yes, a great show and few remember it. It's as though the Gursky show wiped out people’s under-standing of everything else in German Photography. Gursky is much more accessible. He goes for the jugular because it is about the ‘Great Photograph.’ Of course, he succeeds, but it’s recidivist, in a way. Photographers have been trying for years to make bodies of work where images work together to build up a coherent statement. It’s not about one great picture by Robert Adams; it’s about twenty or thirty pictures that form a sensitive, intelligent reflection of the world. It’s the same with Garry Winogrand, or Robert Frank. Gursky brings it back to that “wow” moment. It sort of undoes that way of working, and reduces things to the “What a great shot!” appreciation of photography. I’m a sucker for that as much as anyone, but want people to appreciate what Robert Adams does more so.

RW: So you were hanging out with these guys and going back and forth to Europe?

PG: I actually lived in England most of the time, but I would go stay with Volker in Essen or visit Michael in Berlin. I lived in Berlin one summer; actually one photograph in New Europe is inside Michael’s apartment. We all came and went. It was a reciprocal thing. Somehow I went from being part of this English group with Martin Parr et al, to being an honorary member of this German alliance. They became much more relevant to my way of working and seeing the world. My work grew quite a bit, as all of ours did in that grouping, and when it was finished, in 1992, I released the book ‘New Europe’. That was made for the opening exhibition for the Fotomuseum Winterthur in Switzerland, but the book was never distributed here in the U.S. so it’s not so well known. Gerry Badger insisted it be included in The Photobook II so at least someone saw it.

RW: One of the paradoxes of our time, and I’ve discussed this with many people, is this explosion of photography books at the same time as the explosion in new media. Every photographer has his or her own website and gets their information on-line. And yet they all still want to make books. What is the enduring appeal?

PG: John Gossage made a great comment that his books are the original work. It’s the summation of one’s endeavors—the book is the work. Now, a painter or a sculptor can have a catalogue of their work but… it’s completely different in photography. It is the exact thing—maybe a little smaller scale—but with a one-on-one dialogue when you read it. Looking at a Nan Goldin book is quite different from viewing her photographs on the wall with other people around you. The book is personal and direct, from the artist to you, complete and faithful.

RW: That’s true. When you’re looking at images on-line, it’s a much more public experience than with a book. You’re part of a community and reading in a public square when you go to your computer.

PG: Yes, you’re right. It’s something I wonder about with A Shimmer of Possibility. Am I diffusing that intimate experience by doing twelve books with Steidl? Or am I taking it to the maximum degree by separating each piece of work into its own volume, allowing each story to have that precious moment of intimacy with you? So much art relies on the confidence transaction. I know this is different, doing ten or twelve books. I know it seems crazy, but I’m asking you to trust me and enjoy this quiet journey. Just slow down and look at this ordinary moment of life. See how beautiful it is, see how life flows around us, how everything shimmers with possibility.
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