Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Maybe It's the Color (3)

"Color photography is vulgar," said Walker Evans. And he was right. Vulgarity is one of the things for which color is especially suited.

Martin Parr is a master of colorful vulgarity.


Martin Parr, Common Sense, 1995-1998. Copyright M. Parr.


Martin Parr, Common Sense (Blue Lady), 1995-1998. Copyright M. Parr.

You have to love the guy.

(And Evans would have approved. As he added: "When the point of a picture subject is precisely the vulgarity . . . then only color film can be used . . . .")

Monday, May 28, 2007

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Maybe It's the Color (2)

Of course, color is not just an element of form or a means of description. It's also expressive.


Mark Rothko, No. 61, Rust and Blue, 1953.

This is one reason photography is so difficult. Unlike painters and sculptors, photographers don't create the forms with which they work. They select them. And the premium placed by photography on an appearance of authenticity often precludes the use of purely expressive color. Photographers are stuck with what's there, even if it's sometimes boring.

One photographer who has managed to use color both expressively and authentically is Joel Sternfeld.


Joel Sternfeld, Domestic Workers Waiting for the Bus, Atlanta, GA, 1983.

One thing I like about Sternfeld's color - in American Prospects, particularly - is how calm and warm it is. It's expressive but low key, and it holds his pictures together like honey.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Friday, May 18, 2007

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Clueless


Michael Reichmann, Lolita, 2007
Copyright M. Reichmann

Clueless (kloo-less) adj. 1. a state of vacuity for which Michael Reichmann, philistine-in-chief at Luminous Landscape, is the poster child. For a current example, check out the tempest that has arisen over his publication of the above photograph with the title "Lolita." When asked why Lolita, Reichmann responded: "Given the fact that she appears to be about 13 years old and is pregnant, can you think of a better name?" He now objects that he is being hounded by the morality police.

Banksy


Banksy, Rat Pouring Paint, n.d. Copyright Banksy

Speaking of rats, there's Banksy in the New Yorker:

"I originally set out to try and save the world, but now I'm not sure I like it enough."


Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Good riddance.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Distance


Eugene Smith, Tomoko Uemura in her Bath, Minamata, 1972.
Copyright Heirs of W. E. Smith.


Some people believe that between a work of art and its viewer must be a certain psychic distance, a characteristic attitude, lest the work be misunderstood as a mere imitation of reality. In The Transfiguration of the Commonplace, Arthur Danto, discussing this concept, says:

"There are things it would be almost immoral to represent in art, precisely because they are then put at a distance which is exactly wrong from a moral perspective. Tom Stoppard once said that if you see an injustice taking place outside your window, the least useful thing you can do is to write a play about it. I would go further, suggesting that there is something wrong in writing plays about that sort of injustice in which we have an obligation to intervene, since it puts the audience at just the sort of distance the concept of psychic distance means to describe: something like this has been offered as a criticism of the photographs of Diane Arbus."

That's a pregnant and provocative paragraph.

Consider, for example, its implications for documentary photography
. (By which I mean photography intended to express concern about or effect change in the subjects it depicts, not merely to record them.) Danto seems to contend that, to the extent documentary photography is understood as art, these intentions cannot be realized, because the relation between a work of art and its viewer inevitably involves a degree of distance that makes responsive action unlikely. On the other hand, if documentary photography is something other than art - in the sense that commercial photography is often something other than art - it can function very well as a call to action - just as commercial photography functions as a call to consume. But it can't be art.

(Jim Johnson (on (Notes on) Politics, Theory & Photography, and also in Art Signal, a new Spanish publication) has recently said some interesting things about the relation between documentary photography and art. Unless I misunderstand, his theses are that there is no meaningful distinction between documentary and art photography, and that art criticism is used invidiously by some documentary photographers, and their allies, to exclude others from the photographic canon. Danto might argue, in contrast, that they should welcome their exclusion in the name of efficacy.)

And what of Diane Arbus? Plainly she was, and considered herself to be, an artist. Is she then to be faulted for failing to "help" her subjects, rather than using them as material for her art? Personally, I don't think so. For one thing, Arbus didn't believe her subjects needed any such help. (She described them instead as psychic "royalty.") And her empathy was unquestionable, even without its notorious confirmation.

On the other hand, what about pictures of homeless people? Would you take the picture of a homeless person? Would you first offer money? How much money? Wouldn't it be better to offer food or shelter? Wouldn't it be better still to get involved in whatever political processes might aim to ensure that everyone has a home? Certainly, homelessness falls within Stoppard's notion of an injustice taking place right outside our windows. Is it immoral to exploit it as art? Or merely pointless?

Maybe the real problem is the concept of psychic distance itself, at least as argued by Danto. Although it is certainly possible to produce a documentary photograph that is not art - so that it might, therefore, effect change - it should not be necessary to do so. Art objectifies felt life. Reaction to injustice is part of felt life. A documentary photograph can simultaneously symbolize, express, and evoke that reaction. When it does, it's not just art, it's politically effective art.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Against the Day


At the Anarchists' Convention

"Sometimes," Virgil was saying, "I like to lose myself in reveries of when the land was free, before it got hijacked by capitalist Christer Republicans for their long term evil purposes . . . "

"And what good's that gonna do?" somebody objected. "Just more oldtimer's dreaming. Enough of that around. What we need to start doin's go out and kill them, one by one, painfully as possible."

Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day

So how's the book? Well, it's not Gravity's Rainbow. But not much is. (Only Gaddis's JR is better.) It is, however, Pynchon's best work since Gravity's Rainbow, a crystalline hallucination, astonishingly detailed, without need of point or purpose. Just like life, but so elegantly written that each of those 1,085 pages is a pleasure.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Ryan McGinley


Ryan McGinley, BMX, 2000. Copyright Ryan McGinley

There was an interesting article in last Sunday's New York Times about Ryan McGinley and his evolution as an artist.

"In the beginning Ryan McGinley was known for pictures of his young downtown Manhattan friends. By day he photographed them running, skateboarding, moving, always in motion. By night they were partying, having sex, taking drugs, living fast. 'For me, the reason to go out to a party was to photograph,' Mr. McGinley said about those early pictures . . ."

But things changed.

"'I got to the point where I couldn't wait for the pictures to happen anymore,' he said. 'I was wasting time and so I started making pictures happen. It borders between being set up and really happening. There's that fine line.'"

Or not so fine.


Ryan McGinley, Untitled (Nudes, Van, Horse), 2005. Copyright Ryan McGinley.

"The last two summers Mr. McGinley made pictures on cross-country trips, driving with groups of eight friends, plus two assistants, in two vans. He did research to plan the cinematic settings — including swimming holes and bungee-jumping sites — in which he placed his friends. He assembled booklets with pictures from old physique and nudist magazines to show his models and get them in the mood to pose comfortably and spontaneously for the camera. During the road trips Mr. McGinley shot 20 or 30 rolls of film a day while his two assistants filmed the entire process.

"The group of friends changed at each coast, as did the route they traveled between New York and California. Mr. McGinley paid each model a day rate and paid for everyone’s food and lodging, as well as the flights home. 'The trips are like small film productions,' Mr. McGinley said. 'For a three-month trip it comes close to $100,000 for everything.'”

I don't know. What do you think? Is McGinley making art these days? Or just reality tv?

Friday, May 04, 2007

Wednesday, May 02, 2007