Anodyne
Friday, June 19, 2020
 
Otherwise, it just made it complicated
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
 
[A conversation that will not appear here: an old artworld acquaintence's misunderestimation of my business competence; the unlovely steel gate of my temperament coming down hard.  In my newfound state of grace I didn't say anything, but I'm sure she saw my eyes]
Thursday, June 11, 2020
 

Lee Friedlander, Pomona, New York, 1977 (printed 1981).  Collection CJB.
Thursday, June 04, 2020
 

Monday, June 01, 2020
 
I feel that much of what I have learned about photography since 2005 is present in three specific aspects of the image below:

1. The yellow plastic milk crate's strong color & indented ridges that visually rhyme with the shed's corrugated metal edges;

2. The use of the slightly projecting & definitely not flush with the picture plane bamboo diagonal to frame the composition like a pair of outstretched arms;

3. & following from #2, the weathered wood table at right & the fragments of light along the image's left hand edge.

A younger me would have squared the watering-can rack up precisely with the picture plane, so that the arc of its frame formed the peak of the composition, & the plastic jugs seemed to protrude into the viewer's own space. I would have also cropped aggressively, so that the flat crosshatch pattern of the wood-slat lattice would echo the flatness of the rack's appearance of being pasted onto the picture plane, like a paper print against transmounting plexiglass.  This would have resulted in a very stiff composition governed by my thinking about modernist abstraction, & not the natural arrangement of the objects pictured, whose spatial interrelationships, observed by me, define the image's boundaries.
 

Garden tools. Meanwhile, other photographers are being shot in the face.

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