Friday, September 10, 2010
Project 1 Statement
My images for this series all contain the necessities that i find essential to my life and to my existence on this Earth. With the mindset that i may never return to these things again, or a place relatively similar, i would want to bring photographs with me that are dear to me, physically and emotionally. Such photographs portraying this physical yearning and memory include phenomena and events that i believe are exclusive to our planet, as well as my life and experiences on it. The photographs that contain imagery of rain, clouds, the seasons, and the sea, i believe are beautiful and exclusive to Earth, and i would want to remember those. Other emotional needs come in the form of photographs portraying memories of childhood, emotions of safety, warmth, and comfort as well as emotions of freedom and escape. I would also like to remember myself, my identity and image through a self-portrait, assuming there would be no mirrors on a spaceship. Overall, these photographs would sustain me physically and emotionally as they portray what i hold dearest to me.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
What Remains Film Response
The work of Sally Mann is nearly the definition of intimacy itself, considering her photographs document the vast majority of her own personal life, in all stages, in all circumstances. Her work is also the intimate view into how she as an individual views her life, her reality and beyond, reaching into the depths of death and the unknown and what defines what she may or may not know. The processes as well as the film products all echo Mann as an individual as well as an artist, they embody a beautiful sort of romanticism and yearning, while they embrace the serendipitous, random chaos that is the way and order of nature. Her various series of work displays this relationship she has with all that is close to her, from her family, to her land, to her own personal views and beliefs of death and decay. She does this with an unapologetic eye, documenting what others might view to be images too intimate or too close of one's own personal life. While there was and is sacrifice in her life as an artist and photographer, there we also large benefits for her as an individual and an artist.
In my own personal life, i find such close documentation to be almost a difficult task, one that i may not come close to capturing, at least not at first. I'm almost sure that a great amount of timidity would come with the diligent photographing of my life, perhaps revealing much more to others, or even myself, that i wish for them to know. However, I'm sure that after the first initial trials and errors, or just overcoming some fears and boundaries I would grow to nurture a fondness and a sort of value to the documentation of what i hold dear to me. Often times, I feel as though such a task would sometimes prove a burden, in all honesty. I found that Mann was living her life as though she were constantly looking for something to capture, she was looking through her eyes as though they were her camera lens. I desire to take my life, my beliefs, my close personal reality and impose it into my work, whether that includes documenting that which is physically and emotionally nearest to me, or whether that includes imposing them into my work in other ways.
In my own experience, i find that i have, over the years, been a documentor of some things over others. Growing up with my maternal grandmother, i have always had a peculiar interest and fascination with her and her lifestyle. Living in Sierra Vista, Arizona, my grandmother is of full Mexican heritage and has always opened my eyes to things that I am not always aware of. When i got my first camera in middle school, i was constantly taking photos of everything that caught my eye. When i went to my grandmother's house, i was fascinated with virtually all that surrounded me, from her home, to her garden, to the mountains that basically grow out of her backyard. I was interested how she had lived, raised her children, mourned the death of her husband there, and was always surrounded by her friends and loved ones. Her house shows so many of her countless memories, the walls are filled with photos, trinkets and seemingly insignificant items that hold nostalgic value to her. Even as she lives there, dust seems to settle over everything, and everything seems to be in a constant state of nostalgia and antiquity, and this is what fascinates me so about her and her home.
Some of my most favourite photographs are of her yard and garden, exploring the tall grass that grows out of once planted flower pots, wheelbarrows, cracks in the concrete. Others include the beautiful mountains that surround her entire house and the tiny dirt road that lead up to the house, dotted with other little farm shantys. But most recently, i have become interested in photographing her. As she has been aging, her memory has not been the most faithful to her, and i often find myself repeating the same stories to her. Yet she still has the same vivacious spark to her, and she lets none of it stop or slow her down. Some of my most favourite photographs of her include close ups of her as she sits in her chair, illuminated by the lamp that is next to her. Her eyes are sparkling and the wrinkles seem all that much deeper, yet she still has such a proud and stately grace to her. While it often times is difficult to see a general decline in her memory, it makes the photographs all the more precious and valuable to me, to see images of this great, aging woman on the outside and knowing just by a single look or moment in a photograph just how much more depth lies beneath.
With this in mind, it seems so much more valuable and urgent, in a way to capture what is there, while it still remains. Even my own life, which seems to have constants, is constantly changing. Every day is different, and every object, person, idea and place is not the same one day to the next. That is what i believe Sally Mann has in mind with her photographs. She diligently captured photographs of her children because they were precious to her. She documents the slow decline of her husband's health because every day spend with him seems to have a greater value to it. Perhaps this is why many people document through photographs, and it is not for the pure sake of nostalgia or memories. It is because the art and beauty in something today may be completely gone tomorrow, changed and never to come back. Although tomorrow may hold something as great, or even greater than the days preceding it, it would be tragic to lose and forget about the art and beauty of today.
In my own personal life, i find such close documentation to be almost a difficult task, one that i may not come close to capturing, at least not at first. I'm almost sure that a great amount of timidity would come with the diligent photographing of my life, perhaps revealing much more to others, or even myself, that i wish for them to know. However, I'm sure that after the first initial trials and errors, or just overcoming some fears and boundaries I would grow to nurture a fondness and a sort of value to the documentation of what i hold dear to me. Often times, I feel as though such a task would sometimes prove a burden, in all honesty. I found that Mann was living her life as though she were constantly looking for something to capture, she was looking through her eyes as though they were her camera lens. I desire to take my life, my beliefs, my close personal reality and impose it into my work, whether that includes documenting that which is physically and emotionally nearest to me, or whether that includes imposing them into my work in other ways.
In my own experience, i find that i have, over the years, been a documentor of some things over others. Growing up with my maternal grandmother, i have always had a peculiar interest and fascination with her and her lifestyle. Living in Sierra Vista, Arizona, my grandmother is of full Mexican heritage and has always opened my eyes to things that I am not always aware of. When i got my first camera in middle school, i was constantly taking photos of everything that caught my eye. When i went to my grandmother's house, i was fascinated with virtually all that surrounded me, from her home, to her garden, to the mountains that basically grow out of her backyard. I was interested how she had lived, raised her children, mourned the death of her husband there, and was always surrounded by her friends and loved ones. Her house shows so many of her countless memories, the walls are filled with photos, trinkets and seemingly insignificant items that hold nostalgic value to her. Even as she lives there, dust seems to settle over everything, and everything seems to be in a constant state of nostalgia and antiquity, and this is what fascinates me so about her and her home.
Some of my most favourite photographs are of her yard and garden, exploring the tall grass that grows out of once planted flower pots, wheelbarrows, cracks in the concrete. Others include the beautiful mountains that surround her entire house and the tiny dirt road that lead up to the house, dotted with other little farm shantys. But most recently, i have become interested in photographing her. As she has been aging, her memory has not been the most faithful to her, and i often find myself repeating the same stories to her. Yet she still has the same vivacious spark to her, and she lets none of it stop or slow her down. Some of my most favourite photographs of her include close ups of her as she sits in her chair, illuminated by the lamp that is next to her. Her eyes are sparkling and the wrinkles seem all that much deeper, yet she still has such a proud and stately grace to her. While it often times is difficult to see a general decline in her memory, it makes the photographs all the more precious and valuable to me, to see images of this great, aging woman on the outside and knowing just by a single look or moment in a photograph just how much more depth lies beneath.
With this in mind, it seems so much more valuable and urgent, in a way to capture what is there, while it still remains. Even my own life, which seems to have constants, is constantly changing. Every day is different, and every object, person, idea and place is not the same one day to the next. That is what i believe Sally Mann has in mind with her photographs. She diligently captured photographs of her children because they were precious to her. She documents the slow decline of her husband's health because every day spend with him seems to have a greater value to it. Perhaps this is why many people document through photographs, and it is not for the pure sake of nostalgia or memories. It is because the art and beauty in something today may be completely gone tomorrow, changed and never to come back. Although tomorrow may hold something as great, or even greater than the days preceding it, it would be tragic to lose and forget about the art and beauty of today.
For Memorie's Sake Response.
Out of compulsion, habit, and seemingly an extension of her own life, of her own being, Angela Singer is a daily dedicated photographer who has captured photographs every day of her life for the past 30 years. Singer herself even admits to and wonders at this peculiarity of decades upon decades of diligent photo documenting, she concludes that it is just what she does, something that she must do. In her granddaughter's short film documentary, we explore that Angela Singer has not only been snapping pictures, at least ten to twelve daily, for the past three decades, but she was also videotaping and documenting her life and surroundings that she knew. All in all, Angela Singer is a peculiar photographer, and an artist in her own right, amasing such a vast collection of photographs that can hardly be believed.
Having never left a radius of twenty miles of her hometown, Joelton, Tennessee, Angela Singer is a mother of nine and a grandmother of many, and seemingly a "typical southern woman." On the outside, Singer raised her nine children, was a steadfast wife to her alcoholic husband, a God-fearing Christian woman, and caring, warm woman. She found the idea of travel and novelty strange and even frightening, was diligent to be home before dark, yet she always had her camera at her side, she would even take it to the mailbox with her on her daily walk to check the mail. This is what gives Angela Singer a distinguishable nature and being, she is such a careful documentor of her life, her surroundings, and her memories, that her camera can easily be considered an external brain, an aid and companion to help her remember, percieve, and document her life.
Angela Singer's photographs are incredibly important because they allow photography to all at once be a love, a hobby, a devotion, a necessity, and an artform. Because they include a vast variety of aspects, including consistency, truth, honesty, and even artistry, Singer's body of work has powerful impact. Her diligence is the most astounding aspect of her work, and in it, there is no escaping from the truth that is and surrounds Singer's life. While her lens is almost constantly pointed outwards, what i find most peculiar and astonishing is when her lens is pointed at herself. Singer's self portraits to me are the most compelling aspect of her body of work, and when put into perspective with the rest of her images, is almost a completely different realm. Yet we can see Singer is the same person in her self portraits, where she dresses herself as a Native American, as the person behind the camera. She is constantly finding nuances, finding adventure and an escape in her twenty mile radius, and when she transforms herself into a southern woman wearing Native American clothing, that is when she flies away.
As a photographer, i am often in the midst of an adventure or some sort of escap when i find myself with my camera. In many ways, i find average and ordinary life to be unworthy of documenting, however dear many aspects of it are to me. When i see new, and when i am challenged as a person with something that i do not recognize is when i lift my camera. Perhaps i feel as though a camera to me is a box, a box with which to store and conquer images, ideas, thoughts, dreams, imaginations, and after that is boxed, it is stowed away, and something new is searched out. Perhaps i am not so different from Singer, constantly looking for something new, searching for an escape, however, i am not so diligent.
Having never left a radius of twenty miles of her hometown, Joelton, Tennessee, Angela Singer is a mother of nine and a grandmother of many, and seemingly a "typical southern woman." On the outside, Singer raised her nine children, was a steadfast wife to her alcoholic husband, a God-fearing Christian woman, and caring, warm woman. She found the idea of travel and novelty strange and even frightening, was diligent to be home before dark, yet she always had her camera at her side, she would even take it to the mailbox with her on her daily walk to check the mail. This is what gives Angela Singer a distinguishable nature and being, she is such a careful documentor of her life, her surroundings, and her memories, that her camera can easily be considered an external brain, an aid and companion to help her remember, percieve, and document her life.
Angela Singer's photographs are incredibly important because they allow photography to all at once be a love, a hobby, a devotion, a necessity, and an artform. Because they include a vast variety of aspects, including consistency, truth, honesty, and even artistry, Singer's body of work has powerful impact. Her diligence is the most astounding aspect of her work, and in it, there is no escaping from the truth that is and surrounds Singer's life. While her lens is almost constantly pointed outwards, what i find most peculiar and astonishing is when her lens is pointed at herself. Singer's self portraits to me are the most compelling aspect of her body of work, and when put into perspective with the rest of her images, is almost a completely different realm. Yet we can see Singer is the same person in her self portraits, where she dresses herself as a Native American, as the person behind the camera. She is constantly finding nuances, finding adventure and an escape in her twenty mile radius, and when she transforms herself into a southern woman wearing Native American clothing, that is when she flies away.
As a photographer, i am often in the midst of an adventure or some sort of escap when i find myself with my camera. In many ways, i find average and ordinary life to be unworthy of documenting, however dear many aspects of it are to me. When i see new, and when i am challenged as a person with something that i do not recognize is when i lift my camera. Perhaps i feel as though a camera to me is a box, a box with which to store and conquer images, ideas, thoughts, dreams, imaginations, and after that is boxed, it is stowed away, and something new is searched out. Perhaps i am not so different from Singer, constantly looking for something new, searching for an escape, however, i am not so diligent.
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