Photographer : Roger Minick

Photographer Roger Minick made the world safe for photographers like Martin Parr and Bill Owens to do their thing: be weird and funny and honest behind the camera, and let the world appreciate it. No apologies, no explanations needed. I came across this old invitation today tucked in a book from a Roger Minick exhibit in 1997. The beloved Yosemite shot, shown, was shot in 1980. Click on the shot to see it in all it's splendor. If Martin Parr has not admitted to studying that photograph to memorize its inner workings, he certainly should.

Below are two other shots from Minick from 2005. Enjoy.

all photographs by Roger Minick

Broken Eyeglasses 8/17/07

Purchased in June 2000, these eyeglasses broke in half tonite. I went to rescan the twig that my son had so eloquently bent into a perfect square a few weeks back, and of course it had been broken as well. See below:

Pictures From Home

So what is with all these weird images of my kid?

I'm not sure myself. I do feel like I'm trying to create, with photographs, a map, a diagram, a sentence that somehow communicates all the stuff that arises when dealing with my 5 year old boy. Wonder, discovery, emotional chaos, and a feral sense of physical randomness are the words I use when trying to describe the project to myself or others. The pictures may be communicating something else...I just don't know yet.

Raising kids, for me, is intense. Always a struggle. Totally fascinating and rewarding, but the rewards don't come easy. I've always been confused by photographers who depict the whole child experience with Hallmark Card emotions. I think it shortchanges both the kids and the parents: it doesn't allow the children the complexity of emotions that they have, and it doesn't really touch on the whole flesh and blood, for-better-and-for-worse qualities of the experience.

Yes, I so love it when my kids are giggling and running down the beach. But these other emotions are just a bit more interesting to try to touch on and explore. Wish me luck.

My Friend's Kid

A popular source book came in the mail yesterday. It looked like a relic from Hiroshima: twisted and bent into a mass of paper, glue and photography. My wife's mom was over and showed me this tragically mangled book. She asked me if I had a photo in it. I did and it looked kind of interesting in its altered state, but not as curious as the cover which featured a photo of my friend's kid:

Thermal Photograph Of Myself With Camera

Susana Raab Sets The Record Straight

photograph by susana raab

Got this note from Susana Raab about the post on her work earlier in the week. You think this is boring? Keep in mind, readers, this is the history of photography you are witnessing:

About the allegedly eaten print, this is the sitch: said dog, one Teddy Roosevelt, was being watched by one Kenneth Harper, web guru emeritus, in Athens, Ohio, whilst owner was making foray into wilds of West Virginia. Said dog, Teddy Roosevelt, spied one Timothy Archibald original print, black and white FIBER no less, of a ventriloquist and his dummy, either propped insouciant and unframed against a wall or lying on the floor.

photograph by timothy archibald

Teddy Roosevelt has a habit garnered from God knows where of burrowing like a little hamster into a pile of newspaper on the floor, and delicious as said print is, T. Ro saw this opportunity as a chance to create a little silver gelatin nest of his own. Owner returned from West Virginia and when confronted with the horrible shreds of truth lying on the floor by angry Kenneth Harper, tried, without success due to apathy of one artiste (initials T.A.), to make amends by purchasing a duplicate of the print. Alas, with the publication of Sex Machines, I'm sure his print prices have skyrocketed, but perhaps for a lesser known work we can work out a deal. At least now Ken can now the truth, that God help me I tried to make it right, I really did.

Photographer : Susana Raab

Susana Raab's dog ate one of my prints. I got a note from her probably 100 years ago ...most likely in 1999, though it seems like forever ago. She was living in Kentucky or someplace like that, house sitting for someone who had a print of mine. Her dog ate the print and she was writing to see if she could buy a new print for the guy from me. Of course, I kind of ignored the note and the whole process of selling the print to the woman...it just seemed too messy. I wanted to stay out of it.
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Last year I got to see her work at Review Santa Fe and it was the first work I saw for the length of the workshop that really made me laugh out loud. Amidst photographers' serious large format images of empty parking lots, construction sites, things that look like art but don't really move you, Raab's odd fascination with ugly American culture just seemed hysterical.



















"Consumed" is the project here. Raab's obsessions: Ronald McDonald, fast food, marketing overload, testasterone driven guys and commercially sexualized women all roll together in this project. She introduces the work with a quote from the bible:

"a hungry man dreameth, and, behold he eateth; but he awaketh, and his soul is empty"
-Isaiah, 29:8

and follows it up with a more in depth artist's statement. In the end, the project needs little explaining. Raab could have let the project fall into some type of political propaganda, but it never really ends up in that direction. It walks the fine line and hits the tone just right.




















For me, I couldn't shake that cycle of serendipity: the project is called "Consumed", it is about Americans and what they eat, Raab's dog ate my photograph, and on and on....

See Consumed and Raab's other projects HERE.
Read her at times very funny blog titled "Look Underfoot" HERE.