I have been thinking about Jet Swan’s book Material for the past week. This is a fortunate sign. It marks it as one of those books that float across my desk that at first glance I feel some sympathy with, not total, but then it, or the images inside of it, burrow into my […]
I have just returned from Athens from our first Nearest Truth Workshop and have been considering at great length the duality of living and being in a city. Having lived a large portion of my life in a city, and have now removed myself and my family to the remoteness of the countryside, this trip, […]
“The Transparencies book published by MACK is also significant in its design, the essay within and sequence of the work, which is chapterized by annual progressions through the 70’s American dream in banal (good word, word of goodness) detail” It is not often that a re-examination of the periphery of a significant […]
Everything is reducible to carbon. From the tip of the pencil that provides musical annotation on a score to the living forest in front of the camera. Carbon provides the means for life and all living forms bend to the will of carbon. Carbon is elemental and essential. It forms more compounds than all the […]
We confuse ourselves with our recognition of our portrait in a mirror. The hand that brushes away the hairs from the forehead, the sweet sticky perspiration that pins the lock to the crown is read in reverse and yet, this reversal is apathetic to the self that it stares back at. The eyes glare […]
“I exhibit a strange tendency in airports to curse, eyeball other people with malice and regard the general process of shuttling and hefting my mass through antiseptic tunnels and bizarre space age flat Jetson walklavators with contempt…” A commonality between train stations and photography is the architecture of waiting. Waiting can be read in […]
“Animals by evolutionary prowess and survival mode are given differing powers of sight. Humans with the benefit of great vision are still limited to a fairly diffuse understanding of the wider spectrum. Such is the case of our art as well” On the face of it, color or chromatic evaluation of form is spectrum […]
“Many photographers will know that moment when they cross the path of the sun beaming down from a fifth story window-some will not even see it, they will feel the change of luminescence on their cheek, their hair will feel warmer as they pace” The is a debilitating moment for many photographers […]
“I know the first photograph that left a significant mark on me, to this day, is George Rodger’s picture of the defeated Nuba wrestler carrying the victor” Claude Lemaire runs L’Ascenseur Végétal in Bordeaux, France and stocks both new and antiquarian photography books. With all of these interviews, what I hope to accomplish is […]
“Perhaps it’s that what I think I know about photography is really a simple cancer in which I pretend to understand what it offers by the speed in which I believe its delivery system acts as a conduit for its understanding. Perhaps, I want things to slow down as I get older and […]
The hunter is not hunting a person, nor an animal. The species of its intent is not pulsating, but rather imagined-it is the photographic. When I blather hot steam, a forceful wind, a speech upon the youth-less cuspids in my mouth of what I portend to mean about the “photographic”, I realize that it […]
“The teens of the group had mentioned amongst themselves that Marie Kondo was probably part of the seemingly insidious discussion. Was the dispossession that the man raged about relegated to clutter or to economics? And…why should we/I/You concern ourselves with considerations of obscene boredom when the beds were allegedly burning? Not much fun in this […]