Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Flower on a bagel

Bagel on Third Ave

With a photo project, the more you push into it, the more it starts to feel inevitable. That's when you let go a little and allow your intuition take some of the weight. That's when I switch on automatic pilot and start to feel a kind of lightness.

I've been noticing the flower pictures around me for years now, and have started to make notes and reportage pictures of those pictures more seriously. I feel it gathering gravity. In fact, my awareness feels tweaked and tense: I find myself pulled into environments that resonate...and I smack into flower pictures.

On Third Ave near 12th St I got a bagel after teaching. Toasted poppy seed with garlic herb cream cheese, and a side of Black-eyed Susans.

Speaking of asides--a friend called over the weekend to say that she's buried in flowers too. Her daughters bring home flowers made of clay, paper, papier-mache, in crayon and paint, made from pipe cleaners and Popsicle sticks, and pulled from the gardens of neighbors as they walk home from school. Her first grader declared that she's opening a flower shop with a friend.

What's your flower story?

Monday, November 09, 2009

Wild Zupco

Wild Zupco

Check it out. I found another picture tonight. At TC my colleague Cathy slapped down large rolls for a demo, and before we could get to tearing and folding I saw what was actually happening...a wonderland of texture material and edge. Love it. Ion saw it first. I was in his world for a moment.

See his work on his website or at his gallery.

Nice.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Digging into projects

after Shannon Fagan
Teachers College, Columbia, after Shannon Fagan

As we cross the half-way mark in the semester an old question appears again: what is a project in photography?

In class the topic seems part of school, an assignment on the syllabus. But the word we use — project — applies to many endeavors (working an election, painting a kitchen, helping a friend move) and isn't rooted in this institution. Instead, working with photographs is part of life, a motivation for further learning. This is what I hope you'll take away from our time together.

In our discussions I've asked you to think about what connects you to your life, what wakes you up in the morning. To begin, let your curiosity guide you — what do you want to know about? What do you want to learn about? There's no right or wrong answer to this question.

Shanghai dish, apple
Shanghai dish, apple, on the windowsill

At root, though, is just that: a question. Whether your project is short-term (through the end of the semester) or follows a longer arc, there's got to be a need for something — What do you want to look at?

And from the opposite perspective — from the audience's point of view — the corollary: what do you want me to know?

A project that deserves and can sustain your attention will feel significant in both of these dimensions. You'll feel gravity and lightness simultaneously, and desire will snatch you out of bed before the alarm, keep you up at night, and prevent you from feeling tired in-between. You'll want to work.

Ok, but how do I find such a thing as this? — that's the question we bat around a lot.

I don't know the answer. What I do know, however, is that the key is in your experience: what are you reading? what are you watching? what did you talk about last night with your best friend? your spouse? your child?

Carousel, Bryant Park, NYC
Bryant Park, NYC, before teaching Photoshop

Here's a way into it, perhaps: pay attention to your wandering thoughts and be alert to moments of unknowing that evolve into moments of intensity. For example, you're talking with a friend, the conversation heightens, somebody pushes, someone else pulls, there's uncertainty, a misunderstanding, and suddenly you hear yourself saying something that you didn't know that you knew. Catch your breath and write that down. Mark it. That's the core of a project.

Beijing Airport Mens
Mens Room, Beijing Airport

And here's another way into it: keep your camera with you and pay attention to any slight urge that calls for pictures throughout the day. Take those pictures. Make yourself slow down enough to make those exposures. Whatever, wherever, whenever — don't second guess, don't stop yourself. Then, in the evening, look from outside yourself and ask this question, as if you were asking it of a stranger: what do these pictures want me to know? What do they want to show me? Do this for a week, with honesty and focus, and you'll see something you didn't expect — a way of framing, a kind of light, a moment, a texture, a shape. Mark that down. It's a clue. And it might be significant because the picture-maker behind those pictures is you.

I've written on this topic before (here and here), and we talk about it all the time in random conversations — even though you might not have realized that's what we were talking about....

For an in-depth pictorial exploration with a photographer who can't stop asking questions, see Amy Eckert's menagerie of ever expanding projects. My favorite pictures are from Follies, but my favorite question is: "What color is the upholstery on a nuclear submarine?"

The other pictures linked on this post are from an evolving project called "flowerpictures," in which I'm asking, why are we surrounded everywhere with pictures of flowers?

flowers
First Street, Brooklyn, entry to our apartment

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Space in color

Iris the iridescent

Out the door but not quite I'm drawn to an iridescent whisper from the corner.

Refraction reflecting my prismatic messenger. My god it's Iris. What color space is this?

Iris the iridescent

Below, my friends at the DOT manage the signs of good counsel to insure we pass quietly and don't collide. These are the days of peace and tranquility. The sun wheels across the heavens and brightness reigns, momentarily. Inspired I breathe and take a photograph, and then leave for the ferry to Manhattan. In the basement at ICP we'll dream of rainbows refracting past our screens.

Iris the iridescent

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Silence for a Visual Moment

NYSAT Whitewash

NYSAT this morning: Voice for the future of our city.

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After each whitewashing we posted a notice of our intent:

NYSAT Whitewash

From the Metropolitan Landscape Control Committee:

The MLCC has recently become aware of the fact that NPA City Outdoor is operating over 500 illegal street level billboards in NYC, as well as many illegal wildposting locations. Despite private contracts, and other previous arrangements made between NPA City Outdoor and building owners, the above-mentioned advertising locations have been found to be illegal due to lack of permitting and failure to adhere to New York City zoning regulations. Under the Department of Buildings sign code § 26-256 these advertisements are subject to civil penalties and violations of up to $15,000. The Municipal Landscape Control Committee has organized the whitewashing of all NPA City Outdoor street level advertising locations until further structural removal can be implemented. The continued posting of advertising content at these locations will result in further legal action against NPA City Outdoor.


NYSAT Whitewash

More photos are posted here.

I've written about this project before.

Today's New York Times had this to say.

Visual culture affects us. We are the sidewalks and the sidewalks are us. But in the arena of our public space we find ourselves assaulted. What is the meaning of 'public' when we have no remedy against this relentless barrage? The NYSAT project calls us to quiet action and deliberate protest. NPA Outdoor is clearly in violation of the public trust. It's time to bring some silence back; it doesn't have to be this way.

These empty whitewashed walls make a place for open imagination and a quiet escape, if only temporary. I'm happy I had a chance to participate this time around.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Invitation

Beijing Airport

Please join me in a refreshing, free-form photo-share event. Sign up at the flickr group PhotoGroupFSJ to participate.

The idea is to have a casual and inspirational conversation about photography and learning photography. I'm launching this flickr space in the hope that students and teachers can keep an outer-classroom discussion percolating, share random photo favorites, and talk about the experience of being photographers today.

There aren't any restrictions! Anyone can join...teachers, students, student-teachers — after all, we're all embedded in the culture of the photo-world.

One goal of the group is to mix it up, swap places — we can learn from each other. For instance, I learn a ton by talking with friends, students, other teachers, and even with people who don't even consider themselves 'photographers.' (And vice versa: you learn more about what you do when you gear up to teach about it.)

I hope you'll come aboard for a while and share some thoughts, ask a question, suggest an answer, and post some pictures.

Positioning

This is a favorite from last week. The fall season sun passes in a straight line across from my bathroom window. About an hour before sunset the light streams through the new shower curtain. It's a rainbow of brilliance that doesn't need a prism.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Where the Ideas Are

Back window empty lot

Where do ideas come from? This is the question that takes a lifetime.

You know how to use the camera; you're learning the computer; and printing just takes time and practice (lots of practice). The hard stuff is more diffuse than that, more difficult to touch: where do you point your camera? what do you want me to see? what are you learning?

Sun bounce gives away the angle of incidence

Here's where we fight with each other. Some of my best friends and most valued colleagues believe it's impossible to teach artists to be artists, that you can't teach curiosity. I don't want to agree: if that's true, then what have I been doing all this time?

The model I've proposed in the classroom is pretty simple: pay attention and respond. That's the core, I think. The essays and the photo prompts are all directed at it. So are the emails back-and-forth and the walking tours and the invitations to post on flickr. Then we close the loop with conversations about the pictures and about the process itself.

Phase shift elements on wndows

At root is this assertion: an artist touches the world with their mind, and responds so that others can touch it too. The foundation of this practice is paying attention. It needs a certain discipline and a willingness to jump in, but it's something you can learn how to do. Participation means joining the conversation, making something, just doing it. The necessary skills revolve around fearlessness and something like naivety, and an ability to ask questions ceaselessly, with wonder, with enthusiasm. My job as teacher is not to teach these things but to set the conditions for you to begin the process for yourself.

Watching the smooth surface

This is where the conversation about the genesis of ideas breaks down. Misunderstandings about learning and teaching have us talking sideways at each other. Teaching — in the sense of shoving stuff into your head — is impossible, always has been, has no place here. So we agree on that. But learning relies on something else, first on the act of opening up, and then in the act of reaching out. This behavior can be encouraged, though your response is outside of my control. You have to make your own decision. I can't teach it to you; you learn what you want to learn.

Where do ideas come from? From you when you look around and mark the moments of your opening.

How do you learn? There are many different ways: take a walk, ride a boat, read a book, talk to a friend. Play a riddle in your head. Sketch the outlines of a cloud. Take a photo in a puddle. This is what we're talking about. This is what I'm trying to show you.

Harbor looking north

These photos come from the daily set of wandering thoughts that happen day to day. The ferry project is feeling heavier to me, gaining substance, though it's just barely sprouted. See it here on flikr. I'm watching Manhatta again and re-reading Klein's No Logo and Jacobs' Death and Life of Great American Cities. Ideas are like seeds in the empty lot next door, in the fridge, in the terracotta pot, and on my bagel.