Could I respond to (with the camera) only dust for a year, or so?
just crap in the air.
flux
movement
crud
What led to this thought?
Something about looking at a photo of me, older, with lots of grey in my hair.
grey dust
atmospheric, dust
ground fallen, dust
Dirt, skin, plant.
Floats in the air - matter, matter, everywhere (but not a....?)
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
A Brief Hiatus - For Window
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Isolated Frame(s)
A quick transmission from Portland. Had a fantastic couple of days with Leigh-Ann
Pahapill and Lisa Zaher, as usual.
Extending our ongoing conversation/continual questioning of
how/when/where meaning is located within experience and representation. They had their first chance to see the
triple-projection of Goldfields installed in a gallery, as opposed to on the
screen of a computer. Lots of good talk
about the nature of experiencing the simultaneous streams within one space, but
without the body having to be fixed in any one position. And subsequent chatting about the role of
focus in relation to both the camera eye as well as the spectator’s focal
shifts.
Discussing the relationship between subject matter (the
particularities of the space – the Goldfields region) and the broader subjects
of the work led to more thinking on framing and positioning (both literally in
terms of camera placement as well as culturally, conceptually, methodologically
– negotiating within particular histories of photographic practice). This I think is going to be helpful as I
continue with my recent work (see my earlier post, Frame Follows Focus) which
seems to be moving toward working in these kinds of long strips of space,
butting “isolated frames” up next to one another and in some instances
overlapping and pressing in a manner that is a bit disconcerting (both
optically and psychologically).
Yeah, lots, lots, lots to think about again. I’ll close with a portion of a Hollis
Frampton quote that seems to almost serve as a metaphor for the manner in which
the conversations between Leigh-Ann, Lisa and myself seem to unfold – looking around
in all directions and grabbing thoughts from one another, adding them to the
ever looping strip of film, occasionally plucking out the perfect snippet.
“A polymorphous
camera has always turned, and will turn forever, its lens focused upon all
the appearances of the world. Before the invention of still photography, the
frames of the infinite cinema were blank, black leader; then a few images began
to appear upon the endless ribbon of the film.
A still photograph is simply an isolated frame taken out of the infinite cinema.”
Sunday, February 3, 2013
In a Matter of Moments...
....this instance (instant?) had passed. I thought about writing down what time of day the light was hitting the table in this precise manner, but quickly realized that sunrise and sunset, rotation of the earth, all that jazz - just as fickle as anything else. The idea that we can somehow be precise with time is absurd. (See my previous post HERE to read an extended little tangent on my thinking around the term/idea/word - moment).
Click on the images below for detail view -
Click on the images below for detail view -
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Wood and Plastic
What do these natural and synthetic materials have to do with one another? We'll see. Maybe nothing. A few more recent proofs are below. (Click on them for a more detailed view).
Monday, January 21, 2013
A Picture of Dust
Holy hell did this blog fall off the (my) map for a minute
there. It cooked along nicely for the
whole of last semester and things went so well during the winter mini-residency,
and then my writing energies went elsewhere for a wee bit. Well, picking it back up now. Lots of images and video to go through from
the last months, several rolls of film shot in 6x9 format to have processed. Need to set the studio up again to make it
more conducive to working on the fly – just look at this crap everywhere.
But yeah, as I said.
This is a picture of dust. A
slice, if you will. (Click for
detail view).
Next week – more glitter.
Yep.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
In Defense of Leaving the Single Image Behind
Wow. Let me just
start somewhere, eh? In defense of
what’s above, but also in defense of letting oneself embrace the rambling
mind. Tangential threads – welcome! I don’t know if it’s the nature of secluded
time during an artist’s residency (certainly in part) or if it’s more to do
with this newfound freedom I’ve embraced, of yes, leaving the single image, for
one.
Now, this is not a new thought for me. I’ve known for some time that I was no longer
interested in the photographic “moment” per se.
And that gets back to my fixation on the instant, or instance (is
instance plural of instant? – an instance,
as encompassing a duration, but yet an instant occupies a duration as well, but
do we think of it as inherently being more brief, I wonder – and then what
about “moment” – for whatever reason that conjures within me a more lingering,
poetic passage of time, one “brief moment” could seem to endure for a painfully
long time, whereas we think of things being “over in an instant”). At any rate, you can see where the (my)
problem lies.
So I choose to work with multiple frames – generally those
that were captured (in time and in space) very close together. I’m certain this also has to do with a general
shift in subject matter over the years and also a different set of
preoccupations. I work fast/slow – both
methodically and stupidly. It’s always
in response to the world, but either that which has been sitting there for
quite a while, with minimal transformation other than seasonal/environmental
(landscape type spaces) or that which is in my immediate surround, also mainly
sitting there pretty quietly, aside from my random interventions – but mainly
it’s just me looking at a space, a corner, a slice, responding to something
that was prompted simply by virtue of perception. (I rambled off the next
paragraph and in the midst had to take a break to photograph the bedspread in
the sunlight, because I noticed something when I walked back to the desk from
fixing my tea – how many bedspreads in sunlight can I photograph? Apparently, quite a few. They’re all different, of course – maybe a
separate post on that later).
Right so, back to the single image chit-chat. I realize this is not a new notion –
photographers have certainly worked with multiples of similarity before and there
are many examples out there (Meatyard comes to mind quickly, with some of his
repetitive landscape abstractions), and there are even more examples with
contemporary work (yes, Uta Barth, I know – but many others as well) and I
suspect that more and more of this will become common. We are now very accustomed to a photographic
type or way of seeing, and many of us realize this does not necessarily attach
itself solely to one view of a subject from a fixed vantage point for a
predetermined fraction (or sometimes longer) of a second.
What we get from that type of representation (which can
certainly be remarkable) is a stable relic of sorts – or maybe even a
suggestion that eternity has been fixed in an instant (to paraphrase
Cartier-Bresson). But what has been
fixed, really? (And this is sort of hard
to get at in relation to a Cartier-Bresson quote, because I can understand his
perspective as a street photographer, thinking about the flux of humanity,
rapidly passing in front of his lens and indeed, isolating a solitary fragment
from the flow – fixing, perhaps, a bit of the optical unconscious.) But how then could we attach this idea to
images of landscape, or those that sit still – even a formal portrait,
perhaps? When time presents itself as
its own entity (part of the subject matter, or even as subject itself) the
single photograph confounds our expectations, operating differently in response
to subject matter that does not move than to that which can (possibly) be
captured or halted. The descriptive
qualities of the photographic image are mesmerizing, to be sure, and to be able
to fix our gaze for “an eternity” is
one thing – but to suggest that somehow an
instant has been captured is problematic.
There is duration. And there is
no saying where that duration starts, or where it ends. Hence, the filmic representation can only do
so much as well – always decontextualizing the world, that’s all any re-presentation
can do.
So there’s no solution to this through use of the multiple either
(thankfully). It’s simply another way of
drawing out this kind of photographic seeing in relation to, I suppose,
metaphysical questions of being and knowing.
I choose to emphasize the fragmentary nature of photographic depiction
by replicating and reiterating, thereby emphasizing the gaps within perception
in general. I’m still in love with the
notion of the transcendental photographer as suggested by Laruelle (in an earlier post) and also with Hollis Frampton’s notion of an “infinite cinema” – the camera
always having been running and will continue to run forever, we plunk out
little bits at a time – and also with Crary’s emphasis upon the inability to represent the temporal experience within
the camera obscura – all of this is jumbled around with my thinking about the
multiple, but more specifically about what we expect from or desire from the
camera, and the camera image.
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