Showing posts with label Carl Gunhouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carl Gunhouse. Show all posts

2.04.2015

The Fiction of Content

Guardia Civil from the series "Spanish Village" © W. Eugene Smith

A friend getting started in photography after abandoning a previous career wrote to me recently. No texts should be presented with photographs, he asserted, because the images should be able to convey their content completely. Accompanying photography with text was a sign that the images lacked something. He's from Philly, so I'm correcting his English to present his argument to you.

His comments are common and raise two fundamental questions of our medium: can photography alone communicate an idea clearly and what is the expected role of text provided by the photographer (or a selected surrogate writer) in terms of presenting content?

The observer can receive many ideas from staring at a photograph. It's part of why we look. The possibility of communicating an exact thematic agenda strictly through the image is a separate question.

Photography alone communicates specific ideas from creator to observer poorly, like catching the news through the crackle of static. Why? First, photography presents a truth value it does not actually have. Ron Jude said it well in a recent interview with Mark Alice Durant when he talked about "the space between what photographs promise to deliver and what is actually communicated."

This is probably part of what caused a lot of us to fall in love with photography and tattoo a Rolleiflex on our leg: it is reality as quicksilver, it's the manipulation of reality through lens choice, framing, exposure, and other decisions necessary to create a two dimensional image from three-dimensional reality, and the creation of an image that retains the trace of reality, yet becomes something else. That "something else" is sometimes close to where it began, sometimes very far from it.  Photography cannot communicate specific ideas well because while it works with reality as its source, it is mediated and ultimately muted by all that is stripped from it through this process of converting real life observations to ink or silver gelatin on a piece of paper.

As a vehicle of reality photography is an unreliable witness, perhaps especially because it retains this reality trace. It's a very good liar. It contains recognizable traces of the reality from which it started its path of transmutation, yet ultimately remains linked to reality through formal traces, not an actual physical connection.

Second, photography communicates specific ideas poorly because no matter how exacting the photographer is in their use of visual signifiers, he or she cannot control their audience once a photograph is released into the public sphere, they cannot control the context in which it is seen and cannot determine the social context it performs within. Context determines a reading of any object and context inherently changes. This results in a photograph evolving meaning over time and between viewing spaces. This idea was explored at length on this site here so I'll avoid retyping it out at length again, but in a sentence, a photograph can change meaning for us based on how it's printed, if it's seen online or in print, the information we know about its maker, if it's seen during war or peace and a myriad of other contextual factors.

If photography cannot communicate concrete ideas clearly because it is an unreliable witness and the visual elements it uses to convey meaning change based on how, when and why we view it, then just what does that tell us about the role of text provided by the photographer to accompany their images?

It depends on the intended use of the image. If the goal is to communicate a specific narrative or story, I think we've given up completely on the idea photography can do that and simply written out what it is that images can't tell us – see Agee and Evans, Lange and Taylor. Reread Szarkowski talking about futility of W. Eugene Smith's work to show the life and poverty of Deleitosa, Spain in 17 images which he believed strained the medium beyond its capabilities.


For more contemporary examples, we have the Sochi Project and the long essay that accompanies the photographs in LaToya Ruby Frazier's The Notion of Family. Look at the Everyday (Asia, Africa, Latin America, etc) projects and how images they post are often accompanied by a long (for Instagram) text that describes the image.

In this way, we see confirmation in the opposite: the limited capacity of photography to communicate the specific can be seen in what text is asked to do. We also see that in contemporary photojournalism and documentary photography the belief in photography to be strong enough to carry the specific has collapsed. The limited capacities of photography to communicate information are supported by text (as well as video clips, found object scans, historical documents, you name it). Its role is clear.

On the other end of the spectrum from this type of observational photography, text is also embedded in the presentation of conceptual work for reasons that seem clear, so I'm going to avoid getting into it here for brevity's sake.

This leads me to talk about the way text functions with all the work in the middle of the spectrum and the reason why I sat down to type this out to you'se guys (sorry, I lived in Philly for a while too). The work I am referring to is contemporary art photography made largely in the observation-documentary mode. It's much of the work seen on independent sites, including this one. It's the work Carl Gunhouse describes as being spawned from a cross of work by Alec Soth and Roe Ethridge.

Photographers in this dominant vein are commonly writing about elements in the work that just aren't there. They are overreaching with the texts on their own work, trying to make their photography do more than it can, staking claims it can't sustain. They are using text to string together a bunch of images and using text to take responsibility for their themes instead of being exacting from their work. The result is a diminishing of the photography as the observer discovers it cannot do what the text wishes it did.

This is the "Fiction of Content," the textual invention of what is in the photography.

One can guess at the reasons for this trend: the dominance of "the project," the demand by photography distributors for thematic coherence in the project, the expectation that the project be accompanied by a strong statement that avoids generalities and the rise of intellectualism in photography generally in the last four decades.

The expectation of the accompanying statement creates an inherent risk for this type of work - we are asked to be specific with words about photography that in many cases aims to evoke rather than describe. For many photographers, the temptation is too strong - the statement becomes a quicksand of false claims. Statements can illuminate. Many photographers do their photography proud with their writing. Read the accompanying texts at galleries, read the press releases from major presses, read the essays at the back of the photobook, however, and look at the work afterwards and tell me how much of what is claimed by the text is actually in the images. Often, it's very little. While specific examples are called for, I'm going to chicken out. No need to pick fights.

I disagree with my friend from Philly. Text accompanying photography, even when it's not working on a specific, observational narrative, has a place, but the goal of good writing about one's photography or about the photography of others for a website, photobook or gallery is to leave the observer with questions and excitement about the work that they can then dig into the work to satisfy. It's goal is to resonate with and accompany the images, to work in parallel. It is not the goal of writing accompanying texts to explain the work so that we are left feeling we know the work before we've seen it or, worse and more common these days, to say more than the photography itself does.

1.20.2015

Reading Shortlist 1.20.15

From "LaToya Ruby Frazier in Conversation with Dawoud Bey"

The Reading Shortlist is an occasional post with an eclectic listing of recommended sites, readings and links. A recommendation does not necessarily suggest an agreement with the contents of the post. For previous shortlists, please visit the site links page.
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David Campany, The 'Photobook': What’s in a name? Campany is a favorite photography writer and here he lays out a history of the photobook and references a series of further readings on the subject. He also weighs in on Parr and Badger's The Photobook: a history series.

Diane Arbus talks with Studs Terkel (March 28, 1973). A conversation between Diane Arbus and Studs Terkel in 1973 about her wealthy upbringing, the relationship of money and art and also, sadly in retrospect, about suicide.

From "Lick Creek Line" © Ron Jude

Mark Alice Durant, Saint-Lucy, Ron Jude. One of the better interviews I've read recently, Durant asks Jude about the space between what photographs promise to deliver and what is actually communicated, the photobook versus the book of photographs, Jude's press A-Jump Books and a whole lot more.

LaToya Ruby Frazier in Conversation with Dawoud Bey. An hour conversation focused on Frazier's newly published "The Notion of Family." Frazier shows perhaps a surprising faith in the continued power of the documentary tradition.

Le Luxe, 2011 © Roe Ethridge, 

Carl Gunhouse, Light Leaked, What's Going on with Photography? Gunhouse with a thought-provoking investigation of contemporary practice happening at the junction of work created a decade ago by Alec Soth and Roe Ethridge. He also suggests, "The old battles are dead."

Loring Knoblauch, Collector Daily, In Defense of Ferocity. A collector's challenge to other collectors to buy difficult, emotional, raw photography and the reasons why.

Allen Murabayashi, Peta Pixel, 8 Legal Cases Every Photographer Should Know. Everyone's least favorite important subject, your rights as a photographer, as illustrated by eight important legal cases.

oatmeal.com, Should You Buy a Selfie Stick? For those of you still unsure of whether or not a selfie stick is for you, this handy buyer's guide will help you decide.

The Tavis Smiley Show, Thomas Allen Harris & Deborah Willis — "Through a Lens Darkly". A short audio interview sketching out the African-American experience in photography as both subject and creator.

From the series, "The Grey Line" © Kristine Potter

Hrag Vartanian, Hyperallergenic, The Downside of Art Going Viral. Kristine Potter published images from her series "The Grey Line" which explores the movement from civilian to military officer, on Buzzfeed. The images went viral and were subject to homophobic slurs which pushed her to ask for their removal. The interview tackles the complicated question of the context for viewing images.




11.07.2014

Reading Shortlist 11.7.14

Still from the video "The Archive of Modern Conflict"

Six weeks of vacation has left me with a lot of reading to catch up on so I'll start the site back up with a Reading Shortlist post. The Reading Shortlist is an occasional post with an eclectic listing of recommended sites, readings and links. A recommendation does not necessarily suggest an agreement with the contents of the post. For previous shortlists, please visit the site links page.
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Blake Andrews, B, Carving the Rubble. Andrews presents a level-headed navigation of both Winogrand's legacy and the critical reaction to it.

Aperture, LaToya Ruby Frazier in Conversation with Dawoud Bey. The conversation focuses around Frazier's work and first monograph.

Adam Bell, Paper Journal, Ricardo Cases – El Porqué de las Naranjas. Bell's reviews continue to elucidate with the cleanest of writing.

Jonathan Blaustein, A Photo Editor, Interview with Mishka Henner, Parts 1 and 2. An interview as insightful as it is funny covering, among other things, print-on-demand, the planet Earth as Picasso's guitar and the 21st century hustle, as Blaustein dubs it.



Carl Gunhouse, Light Leaked, "What’s going on with Photography". Gunhouse looks at art history to trace the lines that have lead us to today's historical moment in photography and makes his bet on which two contemporary photographers will be remembered by history. Hint: I'm not one.

From the article "Can Photojournalism Survive in the Instagram Era?" by Jeremy Lybarger
Image © Celia Shapiro, Timothy McVeigh, 06/11/2001, from the series "Last Supper" 

Jeremy Lybarger, Mother Jones, Can Photojournalism Survive in the Instagram Era? This is an ancient piece (for the Internet) and has been much discussed, but if you've never read it, it shows Fred Ritchin at his most lucid and convincing and I would say Ritchin is the most forward thinking voice in public conversation on photography today.

Steven Naifeh, Vanity Fair, NCIS: Provence: The Van Gogh Mystery. A forensics-based reexamination of Van Gogh's "suicide" concludes it wasn't a suicide after all.

David Walker, PDN Online, Photo Blogs Are Proliferating: How Photographers Can Make the Most of Them. Interesting for a one-stop comparative look at fees paid by major (corporate) photo blogs and a good reminder to actively consider where you publish your work instead of posting anywhere that will let you.

Richard West, Source Photographic Review, The Archive of Modern Conflict. A 15-minute video looking inside the archives and a conversation on access and the meaning of the collection with curator and editor Timothy Prus.

3.06.2014

Review: Katie Murray's “All The Queens Men”


Katie Murray's "All The Queens Men" 
Published by Daylight in 2013 - purchase here
Post by Carl Gunhouse

From the ages of two to nine, I lived in Dunellen, NJ, a one square mile town in Middlesex County with its only claim to fame, having a train station. Growing up there involved watching older kids build dirt track cars, lighting things on fire and fighting other little kids for the amusement of older kids. After fourth grade my father got a better job, and we moved to Summit, NJ, a town known for being very wealthy. The first day of fourth grade, it became apparent that white Nike high-tops and sweatpants were not what the other kids thought were cool. I immediately became aware that I had come from a white-trash, working-class neighborhood. Over time I acclimated to corduroy pants, New Balance sneakers and lacrosse, but looking back I've always been a little curious how I might have turned out if I had spent my formative years in a town that valued high school football over college acceptance.


My one-time working class upbringing is at the heart of my fondness for Katie Murray's excellent All The Queens Men. The book starts off with a handful of pictures of men looking back at the camera, then, bam, this overhead sprawling view of an outer borough, basking in warm sunlight, with pigeons exploding out from the street, a moment that just screams the long ride on the 7 to Shea. Then, as if in a transition from a Scorsese film, we are inside of a shadowy car talking to a guy, which leads to a series of pictures of men of Irish / Italian descent in leather jackets that haven't been fashionable since the seventies. Which leads into a series of even more intimate moments with old working-class men sitting in suburban living rooms. The book wonderfully sets the stage and cast for a world of working class white men in the gray area between city and suburb.


Once she establishes her characters, Murray establishes the emotional tenor and the level of access the viewer will have. A small dark-haired boy in a suit, posed in what one can only guess is a confirmation picture, starts us down a trail of men sometimes shirtless, with small children, scars, black eyes, looking vulnerable while standing at a door holding red roses, saddened with a scotch in front of the x-mas tree, and generally living life. To set a pace and keep us located, Murray inserts little shots of a neighbor's backyard and the brick and vinyl two-stories, which line the outer boroughs. With the emotional availability and intimate settings, we quickly feel at home with these men and their place in the world.


As we get comfortable imagining the cheap wine, manigot, and bread from the local bakery, we catch a glimpse of the young men on the outskirts, along fences, in vacant lots and then dramatically we see a group of tattooed shirtless men surrounding a blindfolded young man and swinging what appear to be shirts containing something heavy. The scene immediately looks like a gang initiation, and all of the sudden, this intimate white masculine community once again becomes a source of drama and suspense.


The book ends with an overturned tree, a broken tree branch and a night scene of an intersection covered in toilet paper. You come away feeling that these places of working white men are less dramatic and romanticized than on TV and in movies, but infinitely more complex. And you feel grateful for that Katie Murray took us inside these places and achieved what Szarkowski once said was the sign of good art: "it tells us something that we don't already know."

8.05.2013

The Image: Carl Gunhouse, "Chicken, Milburn, NJ 0203"


I started photographing in the woods in suburban areas during grad school at Yale, shortly after being held up at gunpoint in the entryway to my apartment building. Having grown up in suburban New Jersey and having spent the preceding five years living next to a housing project in Manhattan, I never thought of New Haven as being particularly threatening. It reminded me of the suburbia where I grew up. Having never had a gun put to my head before, I found the experience jarring to say the least and immediately became a lot more afraid of my surroundings. I started taking the school's free shuttle bus home at night and generally found the unpopulated streets and lack of streetlights disconcerting, especially the long stretches of wooded areas behind 7-11's and next to football fields. The more afraid I was, the more it occurred to me that these little patches of land had the capacity for narrative and could communicate more than a transcendence or pillaging of nature.

The picture is taken in walking distance of a train station in Milburn, NJ, an affluent town next to the town where I grew up. After grad school, I started photographing around my childhood home and found the woods had much the same potential for thrills that they did when I was a child: there was always the hope of finding a dead body or pornography.

Months before the picture was taken, I found a candle, a child's comb and mirror in a wall off of an old train crossing. I thought it looked like a shrine, made a picture and at some point assumed my imagination was getting the better of me and forgot about it. The presumptive shrine was there for the next couple of months, and I got to the point where I didn't think much about it, until one cold winter morning I came across the decapitated chicken with the blood frozen around its gaping neck. It was unnerving, not gun-to-your-head unnerving, but still, from under the dark cloth, I found myself extra aware of ambient noises and expected at any moment to be attacked by the druids from Duck Tail and/or worse. But once I took the picture, I felt exhilarated. At the time, it was confirmation of everything I was hoping for in these little patches of suburban landscapes.

In the spring about a twenty-minute walk away, I found a second shrine and headless chicken. Which was great for Tom, my best friend growing up, who swears that one night Satanists with glowing eyes chased him and his older brother out of the woods near their home. I assume the memory was the result of an early exposure to Mötley Crüe, an active imagination and teens smoking, but Tom found comfort and conformation in my finding shrines with headless chickens in the woods so close to where we grew up. Three years later, the police found four garbage bags blocks away from the shrine scene with the dismembered remains of a 35-year-old Coney Island resident named Viktor Alekseyeva. A year later, on The Sopranos series finale, A.J. Soprano watched his S.U.V. explode directly above where this picture was taken.

- Carl Gunhouse