Showing posts with label regular. Show all posts
Showing posts with label regular. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

In doing the monthly or so Google search on myself, found a little blurb reviewing some collage pieces I had in a group art show in Long Island City last year. Fascinating to see the correlations between what I intended while creating the work and the viewer’s unbiased thoughts. Glad to know I’m getting at least something right.



Highlights here include Lexi Namer’s brooding digital collages of what seem to be vintage photographs to create wide vistas of sky and prairie – these works efficiently draw the viewer in, and forcefully bringing up questions of distortion, interruption, and the difficulties of reconstructing history.





End of the World. Digital Photographic Collage. From Darkest Spring. 2010.

Monday, September 5, 2011

This is what I do, This is all I know

A few weeks ago, i had the honor and privilege of attending NYT photog Joao Silva’s first public talk since his injuries in the Middle East. It was the most awe inspiring and utterly overwhelming thing I have ever heard, and really got me thinking about documentary and bearing witness as a photographer. Always on the forefront of my mind, I asked Joao a question being the “human behind the camera.” Here is his response taken from the transcript… 


The Human Being Behind the Camera


The camera buys you access to people’s most intimate moments. It’s very interesting that people for the most part will not allow a stranger into their lives.


Sometimes you’re going into a conflict that flares up somewhere and lasts a couple of weeks, and you might never speak to people again. I can’t speak on behalf of anybody else, but it’s not as if I make lifelong friendships wherever I go. That would be a lie, if I did tell you that. I’m a human being. I’m out there to do a job.


But there are bonds. You do make friendships and you do stay in touch with people. It’s inevitable. You spend a lot of time with people. You hire a driver, a translator — you might spend months on end with the same person. You’re two guys who are just human beings. You talk about family, you talk about whatever. You talk about life.


People often ask me, “How can you stand there and watch people hack each other and take pictures?” You have to have clarity as to what your role is. If you want to help people, then you should not become a photographer. Having said that, we do help people. We help people all the time. Sometimes you help people with just the smallest of things. I’ve put people in the back of my vehicle and rushed them to the hospital.


But unfortunately, the images are so stark sometimes that people tend to think that there’s a machine behind the camera, and that’s not the case. We are all human beings. The things that we see go through the eye straight into the brain. Some of those scenes never go away.


A very good friend of mine, Kevin Carter, eventually took his own life. He made the famous picture in Sudan. There’s this child lying face down in the dirt and there’s a vulture stalking the child. He was highly criticized for that picture. People who had no place in criticizing him people who had no understanding of the dynamics that it took to make that picture criticized him to the point that he got all conflicted. He took his life a month after winning the Pulitzer.


People always assume that this heartless photographer just walked past and shot the image of the child, and that wasn’t the case. For one, the child was a few hundred yards from a feeding center. That child was not abandoned. But that’s the power of photography. You isolate something, you transmit your image through that isolation, and it was the most powerful image. Ultimately that image was such a strong message of famine. Suddenly there was this influx of money that came out of nowhere. He saved more lives by taking that picture than he would have by not taking the picture.


At the other side of the camera, there is a human being, and that human being is trying to stay alive, trying to capture, trying to get the message out to the world, and trying to stay safe.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Dear photograph

Here is a great article by the New Yorker about an amazing project, Dear Photograph. Interestingly, I did a similar project in the beginning stages of the whispering well where I stumbled upon eerie similarities of old photographs of myself as a child and current ones.


http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/photobooth/2011/09/dear-photograph.html

Thursday, June 23, 2011

And this was the horoscope for my birthday. How interesting and perfectly fitting.


Sure, it would be awfully comfortable to have your life all laid out neatly in front of you, with no surprises and no confusing relationships — but how fun would it be? Embrace the chaos that’s in your life right now. It’s stimulating your mind in a whole new way. If you get anxious about how things are going to work out, you’ll be putting yourself through emotional distress for no good reason. Don’t fall into that trap.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

i have been the worst at blogging lately. will try and catch back up soon.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

attempt one at mixed media cold wax = fail. i think i need to wait for the right paper to arrive from home before i make an even bigger mess with wax and oils…

Friday, July 30, 2010

goodbye

so apparently my old web server decided to no longer exist, meaning all of the photos in the posts before i switched to tumblr are gone gone gone. thats a bummer.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Friday, March 19, 2010

Friday, February 26, 2010

may field

Sometime the smallest detours end up being greater than the original adventure.

Ice cream shop. 10 miles off exit 152 highway 40.



Wednesday, January 13, 2010

trying.

To make sense of it all.


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

family.

Im back at Sewanee trying to make sense of my thesis. Over break, both at home and visiting family in New Orleans, I collected and copied a ton of old family photographs. After grappling with taking my own photos last year, I realized that a large portion of this work is about using found materials, and I have found an absolute love of working with very old and raw material. So I am once again, going to start over [more or less- must keep reminding myself I already have a completed body of video work] using these old family photographs. I know I also want to use text, but am unsure how it is all going to come together; with the video series, I used stranger’s home movies and manipulated that with my own history, so Im curious to see how that will turn out using my own photographs with, perhaps, fictional stories. But for now I am content scanning all of these photos, for what purpose will be seen later.

fam001

Monday, January 4, 2010

new orleans.

It’s been way too long.


Friday, December 25, 2009

Saturday, December 19, 2009

of time and the city

Just saw a trailer for Terence Davies’ latest Film, Of Time and the City. It looks like a documentary masterpiece, where Davies returns to his hometown of Liverpool, creating both a love song and a eulogy to it. As described in a review, “it is a response to memory, reflection and the experience of losing a sense of place as the skyline changes and time takes it’s toll. Terence Davies returnes to his native liverpool and to his film making roots to caputure a sense of the City today and its influences on him growning up in the late 40’s and early 50’s.”

Go and watch this trailer! I hate that WP won’t let me embed anymore but am working out the snafus with that. As I have been spending a better portion of the past year looking into my past and material from long ago, it is wonderful to see an award winning documentary doing just that. I can’t wait to go see how Davies achieves this bringing back of the past and meshing it with the future. I have been sitting at a standstill within my work for the past couple of months of so, but after see a trailer like this and looking at work such as John Folson [below image], I am finally beginning to get energized and excited again.

Dusky Depredator II

Sunday, December 13, 2009

is this freedom?

Stumbling across my old journals from Peru last summer, I found my entry from when I got stuck in Andahualas en route to Cuzco, a small dot on very selective maps that cannot be accessed by any place other than a long long bus ride. While there, I found myself at Lake Pacucha, the only person around for miles as I had to walk quite a ways to reach it. I sat by the lake and watched a storm blow through a mountain range in the distance.

On June 29, 2008, I wrote the following:
I felt liberated in a way that I didn’t know existed. I had no specific plans, responsibilities, or anyone to talk to or tell where I am going. I wish that I could live my life with this sense of freedom, yet know that once I return to Allie, my mom, and back to reality, living entirely for the pleasure of myself will be nearly impossible. And while that saddens me, it it also met with great excitement to get back to the familiar.

I have been writing about the familiar within my thesis for several months now, and have recently hit a wall that frustrated me and made me want to quit. I have been grappling with this sense of familiarity and what it means to me, growing exhausted every time I try making something new, dissatisfied with its lack of clarity. But maybe I will never find this clarity. Maybe that is part of what I am trying to define, the undefinable and its shifting journey. I sat by that lake feeling completely alone, clinging to the thought of seeing home in a few weeks, and now that I am home and very far removed from that seemingly different life, I want to escape once more. So maybe familiarity is impossible. But I am still plagued with this one question, is this freedom?

Ayacucho

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Mundanity

Driving back to campus, it is another foggy Sewanee morning.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Friday, December 4, 2009

you never know what you will find

looking through some old photos, I ran across this picture of Barney in Peru?!
It make me realize that you really never do know what you will find in unexpected places.

Ayacucho

Wednesday, December 2, 2009