dimanche 12 août 2012
photography masters
Joe Rodriguez: the surprising experience (i.e. liberating) of learning from what he knows - what he has made himself, and his volume of work - rather than from what he teaches.
Retrospectively the same thing can be said for Natan Dvir, for Harvey Stein. Joe shows it to me.
Master.
This certainly takes me away from pedagogic tropes ('humanism', 'courage', 'emotion' are key, and they are weighted with something known with depth, quite unfacile).
It is, also, what the power of discovery in 2008 Arles was made of. There is knowledge here, and its forms are fresh to me.
Retrospectively the same thing can be said for Natan Dvir, for Harvey Stein. Joe shows it to me.
Master.
This certainly takes me away from pedagogic tropes ('humanism', 'courage', 'emotion' are key, and they are weighted with something known with depth, quite unfacile).
It is, also, what the power of discovery in 2008 Arles was made of. There is knowledge here, and its forms are fresh to me.
samedi 11 août 2012
day #5
What is a decision? An action? What is a desire?
What is the desire in this "photography"?
The many people I am in a few days, churning churning with the variety of the meetings and the close time of improvisation; of letting things happen.
The chiding I'm getting about expecting little.
So many so many things I'm learning with this week.
--
Notes :
. "I am the master" (+ notion de "chess master")
. these men are teaching me. What exactly? How people.
Also : giving me. Moving.
. Bad teeth: notable in this country of perfect mouths and strong jaws.
What is the desire in this "photography"?
The many people I am in a few days, churning churning with the variety of the meetings and the close time of improvisation; of letting things happen.
The chiding I'm getting about expecting little.
So many so many things I'm learning with this week.
--
Notes :
. "I am the master" (+ notion de "chess master")
. these men are teaching me. What exactly? How people.
Also : giving me. Moving.
. Bad teeth: notable in this country of perfect mouths and strong jaws.
vendredi 10 août 2012
day #5
La question avait pu être : où est l'image ici, qu'est-ce qu'il y a à voir, montrer? Comment y retrouver l'activité photographique, sa façon d'articuler ?
Les photos sans intérêt rencontrent encore cette question, sous cette forme.
Mais le grand plaisir de retrouver au près de la situation, quand je suis "dans la scène" (Susana), le sensuel intelligent de l'appareil ; la pratique de l'attention qu'il permet, l'écoute, l'émerveillement que ça-existe, que ça se fasse sous les yeux.
Je ne sais pas si je pourrai sortir ce soir. J'ai pourtant ce quasi-rendez-vous avec le master chess player fraîchement rasé, j'espère.
Les photos sans intérêt rencontrent encore cette question, sous cette forme.
Mais le grand plaisir de retrouver au près de la situation, quand je suis "dans la scène" (Susana), le sensuel intelligent de l'appareil ; la pratique de l'attention qu'il permet, l'écoute, l'émerveillement que ça-existe, que ça se fasse sous les yeux.
Je ne sais pas si je pourrai sortir ce soir. J'ai pourtant ce quasi-rendez-vous avec le master chess player fraîchement rasé, j'espère.
day #4
Has taken me to the South corner. It's raining just a little, the air is darker. Still quiet. Spent about an hour. Gave Nah-Shon a few pix, "you made me look like a star".
Talk with the player at the next table, also 20 years teaching and playing here. He's from Casablanca, we talk of Ramadan (after 8pm tonight, he spends the Ramadan nights at the chess shop of Thompson St.), of languages, of serial killers. People come up to play with him, a little knot of visitors with a client, $5 a game, pictures taken by several. I put up my camera when he first came to sit down, with a question on my face, "I don't know you". Later he walks past me in the park, "is that what you do? you take pictures?", I tell him I'll take some portraits of him if he likes, he says he needs a shave. We make a vague tentative plan that he will shave for tomorrow and I will come by to show him today's pictures in any case. A pleasant chat, going nowhere really, chilling out, time seems to be made of, among other things, such thin, loose, haphazard moments, here.
Unhappy and mixed feelings and incomplete tonight. Tomorrow I would like to talk of the photo work again. I wasn't quite sure what I was coming with today. Let things pass. Had a few refusals. Tentative, useless shots of the tree, stalling. (Not sure what there is to see with it. Its effect is not in itself.)
Sour with not saying goodbye properly to Nah-Shon, or properly hello to D. also met. Lacking in concentration. Losing the person-person connection there, which I feel sorry about - wonder why. Amount of emotion, overshadowing, possibly: distracting.
There'll be these déprises, these letting go of the thread, necessarily. Which will fuel determination and acuity of listening, likely.
Matter of keeping at it, through the fallow.
Talk with the player at the next table, also 20 years teaching and playing here. He's from Casablanca, we talk of Ramadan (after 8pm tonight, he spends the Ramadan nights at the chess shop of Thompson St.), of languages, of serial killers. People come up to play with him, a little knot of visitors with a client, $5 a game, pictures taken by several. I put up my camera when he first came to sit down, with a question on my face, "I don't know you". Later he walks past me in the park, "is that what you do? you take pictures?", I tell him I'll take some portraits of him if he likes, he says he needs a shave. We make a vague tentative plan that he will shave for tomorrow and I will come by to show him today's pictures in any case. A pleasant chat, going nowhere really, chilling out, time seems to be made of, among other things, such thin, loose, haphazard moments, here.
Unhappy and mixed feelings and incomplete tonight. Tomorrow I would like to talk of the photo work again. I wasn't quite sure what I was coming with today. Let things pass. Had a few refusals. Tentative, useless shots of the tree, stalling. (Not sure what there is to see with it. Its effect is not in itself.)
Sour with not saying goodbye properly to Nah-Shon, or properly hello to D. also met. Lacking in concentration. Losing the person-person connection there, which I feel sorry about - wonder why. Amount of emotion, overshadowing, possibly: distracting.
There'll be these déprises, these letting go of the thread, necessarily. Which will fuel determination and acuity of listening, likely.
Matter of keeping at it, through the fallow.
jeudi 9 août 2012
Photographers - Getting Close
This - mentioned in class conversation - compiled for us by Allison Payne, at ICP Getting Close workshop:
Photographers:
Mario Giacomelli
Larry Clark
Jim Goldberg
Shelby Lee Adams
Regina Monfort
Eugene Smith
Julia Margaret Cameron
Raymond Depaurdon
Sergio Lairrain
Chris Bernsten
Miguel Rio Branco
Alex Webb
Helen Levitt
Jamel Shabazz
Graciela Iturbide
Mariana Yampolsky
Cristina Rodero
Alexey Brodovitch
Adriana Groisman
Werner Bischof
Malick Sidibe
Raymond Depardon
Sebastio Salgado
Richard Avedon
Irving Penn
http://www.photography-now.net/irving_penn/
Mary Ellen Mark
http://www.maryellenmark.com/
Gary Winogrand
https://www.getty.edu/art/gettyguide/artMakerDetails?maker=1834
Jacob Holdt
http://www.american-pictures.com/gallery/index.html
Jim Goldberg
http://www.jimgoldberg.com/
Bruce Gilden
http://www.magnumphotos.com/C.aspx?VP3=CMS3&VF=MAGO31_10_VForm&ERID=24KL53ZS6V
William Klein
http://www.artnet.com/artists/william-klein/
Moriyama
http://www.artitude.eu/?p=articolo&categoria=news&id_pill=249&language=2
Andres Peterson
http://www.anderspetersen.se/
http://vimeo.com/34125446
Larry Fink
http://www.larryfinkphotography.com/
Robert Adams
http://www.matthewmarks.com/new-york/artists/robert-adams/
Eugene Smith
http://www.leegallery.com/eugene-smith/eugene-smith-photography
Vivian Maier
http://www.vivianmaier.com/
Lillian Bassman
http://www.staleywise.com/collection/bassman/bassman_exhibition.html
Francesca Woodman
http://www.artnet.com/artists/francesca-woodman/
Christer Stromhom
http://www.stromholm.com/
Ed Van Der Elsken
http://www.edvanderelsken.nl/
Bill Burke
http://www.binhfoto.com/
William Eggelston
http://www.egglestontrust.com/
Sergio Larrain
http://todayspictures.slate.com/20120208/
Fazal Sheik
http://www.fazalsheikh.org/
Mary Ellen Mark
http://www.maryellenmark.com/
Gary Winogrand
https://www.getty.edu/art/gettyguide/artMakerDetails?maker=1834
Jacob Holdt
http://www.american-pictures.com/gallery/index.html
Jim Goldberg
http://www.jimgoldberg.com/
Bruce Gilden
http://www.magnumphotos.com/C.aspx?VP3=CMS3&VF=MAGO31_10_VForm&ERID=24KL53ZS6V
William Klein
http://www.artnet.com/artists/william-klein/
Moriyama
http://www.artitude.eu/?p=articolo&categoria=news&id_pill=249&language=2
Andres Peterson
http://www.anderspetersen.se/
http://vimeo.com/34125446
Larry Fink
http://www.larryfinkphotography.com/
Robert Adams
http://www.matthewmarks.com/new-york/artists/robert-adams/
Eugene Smith
http://www.leegallery.com/eugene-smith/eugene-smith-photography
Vivian Maier
http://www.vivianmaier.com/
Lillian Bassman
http://www.staleywise.com/collection/bassman/bassman_exhibition.html
Francesca Woodman
http://www.artnet.com/artists/francesca-woodman/
Christer Stromhom
http://www.stromholm.com/
Ed Van Der Elsken
http://www.edvanderelsken.nl/
Bill Burke
http://www.binhfoto.com/
William Eggelston
http://www.egglestontrust.com/
Sergio Larrain
http://todayspictures.slate.com/20120208/
Fazal Sheik
http://www.fazalsheikh.org/
Books:
On Being A Photographer
Truth Needs No Ally: Inside Photojournalism
Radical Camera
http://www.amazon.com/Radical-Camera-League-1936-1951-Jewish/dp/0300146876/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1344121577&sr=1-1&keywords=radical+camera
Truth Needs No Ally
http://www.amazon.com/Truth-Needs-No-Ally-Photojournalism/dp/0826209556
Witness in Our Time: Lives of Documentary Photographers
http://www.amazon.com/Witness-Our-Time-Documentary-Photographers/dp/1560989483
The Other Americas
http://www.amazon.com/Other-Americas-Sebastiao-Salgado/dp/0394556682
Magazine:
(Interviews with photographers)
http://www.timeinturkey.org/
Documentaries:
BBC Genius of Photography
http://watchdocumentary.com/search.php?keywords=the+genius+of+photography&btn=
Gear:
Portable Printer
http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/542692-REG/Canon_1446B002_Pixma_iP100_Photo_Printer.html
Paper
http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/480479-REG/Hahnemuhle_644572_30I_Photo_Rag_Paper_308gsm.html
Ricoh GXR- small camera
http://www.bhphotovideo.com/bnh/controller/home?O=&sku=760786&Q=&is=REG&A=details
Extra:
One in 8 Million
http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/nyregion/1-in-8-million/index.html
Platon Interview
http://lightbox.time.com/2010/12/30/evading-police-capturing-a-spirit/
Charlie Rose interview with Avedon
http://www.charlierose.com/view/interview/3973
Truth Needs No Ally
http://www.amazon.com/Truth-Needs-No-Ally-Photojournalism/dp/0826209556
Witness in Our Time: Lives of Documentary Photographers
http://www.amazon.com/Witness-Our-Time-Documentary-Photographers/dp/1560989483
The Other Americas
http://www.amazon.com/Other-Americas-Sebastiao-Salgado/dp/0394556682
Magazine:
(Interviews with photographers)
http://www.timeinturkey.org/
Documentaries:
BBC Genius of Photography
http://watchdocumentary.com/search.php?keywords=the+genius+of+photography&btn=
Gear:
Portable Printer
http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/542692-REG/Canon_1446B002_Pixma_iP100_Photo_Printer.html
Paper
http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/480479-REG/Hahnemuhle_644572_30I_Photo_Rag_Paper_308gsm.html
Ricoh GXR- small camera
http://www.bhphotovideo.com/bnh/controller/home?O=&sku=760786&Q=&is=REG&A=details
Extra:
One in 8 Million
http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/nyregion/1-in-8-million/index.html
Platon Interview
http://lightbox.time.com/2010/12/30/evading-police-capturing-a-spirit/
Charlie Rose interview with Avedon
http://www.charlierose.com/view/interview/3973
day #3
Went in more peaceful, for some reason. Later, more relaxed, the time of day itself more leisurely.
Met John at the Hanging tree, acknowledges me, no chess today, he's busy with a game of cards, we'll talk. Recommends that I go check out the chess players at the other corner : that's South West. The tables have boards ready-inscrusted onto their surface.
Meet Nah-Shon ("Hebrew name"), who has a set at the ready and an empty seat before the white pieces. Spent about 2h, talk, bullshitting, truthifying, but also weaving other strands, of exchange, soon interrupted with clichéd sequences in which we both play our parts, then open again, tentative, playful. Enjoyable. He too says "intelligent", that's worth it as encouragement. Also he says: "you're a photographer", having asked to see the pix. That's important.
Feeding the park's one black squirrel.
Game with a 7 year old, then with his super player brother of 11.
Nah-Shon tells me of Georgia and coming up to New York. Of 35 years playing the gem, of over 20 years in the park. Of the park's chess tradition since the 40s. Playing for money and getting income from teaching (he's lovely with the boys). Has two grown up daughters. "Nah-Shon?", "the prince, the comforter, the [prophet?], the chief ruler".
Things don't get shirked: women (God intends them to have children), and black men, whites knowing (more than blacks) the history of slavery,... The chess board is a strong presence also, with particular resonance, including in talk. Nah-Shon has a set with yellow pieces.
There are pictures today. I sensed a way with the intention of asking for help. He actually asked me to talk, about myself, what's going on. Talked of photography school, learning to tell stories of neighborhoods, communities. He mentions money, I mention contra, we leave the game open. He sits quite open to me with direct shots to start with, quite comfortably for us both, sitting across the table for one another. And then the camera seems to be unquestioned at the table, in the moment. The light and the time of day is becoming interestesting, the mood of passers by and hangers on shifts still, things adding to the peaceful bit of park and the astringent culture of chess.
I'll prepare prints for him of course.
"I'm here every day."
The photos come out very sweet. A surprise. This is what happened? It is.
Met John at the Hanging tree, acknowledges me, no chess today, he's busy with a game of cards, we'll talk. Recommends that I go check out the chess players at the other corner : that's South West. The tables have boards ready-inscrusted onto their surface.
Meet Nah-Shon ("Hebrew name"), who has a set at the ready and an empty seat before the white pieces. Spent about 2h, talk, bullshitting, truthifying, but also weaving other strands, of exchange, soon interrupted with clichéd sequences in which we both play our parts, then open again, tentative, playful. Enjoyable. He too says "intelligent", that's worth it as encouragement. Also he says: "you're a photographer", having asked to see the pix. That's important.
Feeding the park's one black squirrel.
Game with a 7 year old, then with his super player brother of 11.
Nah-Shon tells me of Georgia and coming up to New York. Of 35 years playing the gem, of over 20 years in the park. Of the park's chess tradition since the 40s. Playing for money and getting income from teaching (he's lovely with the boys). Has two grown up daughters. "Nah-Shon?", "the prince, the comforter, the [prophet?], the chief ruler".
Things don't get shirked: women (God intends them to have children), and black men, whites knowing (more than blacks) the history of slavery,... The chess board is a strong presence also, with particular resonance, including in talk. Nah-Shon has a set with yellow pieces.
There are pictures today. I sensed a way with the intention of asking for help. He actually asked me to talk, about myself, what's going on. Talked of photography school, learning to tell stories of neighborhoods, communities. He mentions money, I mention contra, we leave the game open. He sits quite open to me with direct shots to start with, quite comfortably for us both, sitting across the table for one another. And then the camera seems to be unquestioned at the table, in the moment. The light and the time of day is becoming interestesting, the mood of passers by and hangers on shifts still, things adding to the peaceful bit of park and the astringent culture of chess.
I'll prepare prints for him of course.
"I'm here every day."
The photos come out very sweet. A surprise. This is what happened? It is.
mercredi 8 août 2012
day #2
Well, there are 4 or 5 haphazard shots tonight, after 2h30, with actual people in them. They will tell of panic, and avoiding.
More meetings, one lesson in chess, and absolutely no way imagined to introduce photography. One tentative email contact project. Lots of anxiety also, made me quite sick and miserably restless ahead, despite yesterday's feeling of success.
Comical. But I'll stick with it.
Stories people are starting to tell, flashes, opinions, about other people in the scene. The chess table at the other corner of the square, gambling, you don't want to... This guy, he's a con artist / Man, don't say that.
John, Tony, talking about St Lucia, talking some "broken French" John calls it, rather than creole. Go & Ti, hurricane, gason, sékésafé? (from what I can pick up).
Tony comes up close (he got me into the sphere yesterday, had called out to me on a couple of occasions earlier, "lovely lady", that kind of thing), he's very tall, and gangly and embracey. "My girlfriend", wide smile, I have difficulty understanding his sentences, banter only for the moment. I think I would like to ask him for help with the photography.
John teaches me for one round of game. Well. He has a soft manner, tells me of St Lucia, the 4 Windward islands (St Lucia, St Vincent, Grenada, Dominica) , "near Martinique".
A second talk with D., I show him the Baron Samedi, and the Atis artwork online. He shows me more photos of this wood pieces, talks of his book project, for children possibly. Positions himself as the guide, the encourager: ideas about getting about finding a studio for myself in Paris. Mentoring.
He also makes installations, with collage, and words (print). Among the many pictures collected on his phone (there's a whole studio there, a whole body of work and workshop of projects), a series comes out of pictures of him with various young white women, taken at the park corner : interesting to have an (which doesn't mean the only valence of) image of my place here.
I say goodnight to the straggly group as I leave, I get a (not unfriendly) growl and some wishes.
Ask for help.
More meetings, one lesson in chess, and absolutely no way imagined to introduce photography. One tentative email contact project. Lots of anxiety also, made me quite sick and miserably restless ahead, despite yesterday's feeling of success.
Comical. But I'll stick with it.
Stories people are starting to tell, flashes, opinions, about other people in the scene. The chess table at the other corner of the square, gambling, you don't want to... This guy, he's a con artist / Man, don't say that.
John, Tony, talking about St Lucia, talking some "broken French" John calls it, rather than creole. Go & Ti, hurricane, gason, sékésafé? (from what I can pick up).
Tony comes up close (he got me into the sphere yesterday, had called out to me on a couple of occasions earlier, "lovely lady", that kind of thing), he's very tall, and gangly and embracey. "My girlfriend", wide smile, I have difficulty understanding his sentences, banter only for the moment. I think I would like to ask him for help with the photography.
John teaches me for one round of game. Well. He has a soft manner, tells me of St Lucia, the 4 Windward islands (St Lucia, St Vincent, Grenada, Dominica) , "near Martinique".
A second talk with D., I show him the Baron Samedi, and the Atis artwork online. He shows me more photos of this wood pieces, talks of his book project, for children possibly. Positions himself as the guide, the encourager: ideas about getting about finding a studio for myself in Paris. Mentoring.
He also makes installations, with collage, and words (print). Among the many pictures collected on his phone (there's a whole studio there, a whole body of work and workshop of projects), a series comes out of pictures of him with various young white women, taken at the park corner : interesting to have an (which doesn't mean the only valence of) image of my place here.
I say goodnight to the straggly group as I leave, I get a (not unfriendly) growl and some wishes.
Ask for help.
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