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Settling The Horizon

artwells — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 17:01:11 +0000

After some somewhat urgent dentistry, I walked through a growing storm. Even though I really can’t take pictures when it gets this dark, I ended up taking a lot of pictures. None of them turned out.

Still, a large number of bad photos is appropriate to now. I’ve been trying to imagine myself as so many things lately that I’ve neglected a bit of who I am. My goals need settling before they can be seen.

Seeing A Bit Deeper

artwells — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 19:04:41 +0000

I feel pretty confident of my ability to frame a snapshot of a flat snapshot. I’m back to trying to understand how deeper things flatten in the camera. I suppose at some point I should learn how to represent depth well, but for now, I’m just trying to flatten more and more. In this case, I think I took it to an absurd degree. This is a light fixture on a pipe sticking out of a wall about a foot below a medallion.

A Collapsible World

artwells — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 04:32:47 +0000

All of photography is a flattening, and that’s probably true of all memory, perception and expression. I lack a lot of skill in photography — I keep my camera on its auto settings. Though I have professional-grade photo manipulation skills and software, I don’t even crop my snapshots, adjust levels, or even brighten/darken, even in the worst cases. They are what I saw or they are deleted.

I wish I could say that I do this as a way of artistically confining my expression, like a poet choosing meter or a musician using only a single octave and key. I just haven’t learned to see yet. At least, I haven’t learned to see well enough to move on to some other level of expression or moment.

I usually photograph flat surfaces, stuff that is already so close to 2D that I needn’t worry at all about how its light will collapse onto the sensor. I see it, I point the camera at it, and I push a button knowing now that about half the time I get what I see on a tidy SD card. When I started that was less than once in a hundred photo. Yay me!

I’m moving on a bit, but I don’t like it. I love this photo, though. It’s a wall, freshly-painted blue, meeting a sidewalk that was poorly masked. It flattened perfectly, deceptively simply. Only by looking closer is the other dimension apparent. On that unseasonably cold morning, with a head full of hate and a yawning spirit, that is what this wall gave me. A fantastic unfolding world, comforting in its smooth complexity.

Gloves and Me

artwells — Fri, 23 May 2008 23:11:27 +0000

I’ve been taking a hell of a lot of glove pictures. I can find more than a dozen gloves in a single walk. I take pictures of about four out of every five I see. I have thousands of glove pictures. I find the postures of fallen gloves extremely expressive. More than any other type of trash I see, they have much to say.

In describing this habit to a friend recently, I recalled when I used to work in direct mail. Change of address requests were sometimes fulfilled by someone or something placing the correction label on a catalog, and then some postal worker copying the catalog onto cardstock. I guess the difference in weight made up for the extra labor and materials. I would get stacks of these cardstock returns mixed in with returned catalogs. Every twenty or so of these copies had a part of the hand holding the catalog down on the copier glass. Sometimes it was a fingertip, a chipped nail, a watch band, or sometimes the whole hand hovering in the darkness above image. I collected those too. Some of them can be seen in the include nixon treatment. I did alot of stuff with these hand images: I included them in letters and gifts, left them around my desk and house, scattered them around town.

I haven’t done anything with the glove photos yet. Any ideas?