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Two ways of looking at waterfalls (I)

Steve received an e-mailed picture taken by me during a recent trip and suggested that we do a collaboration around the theme of waterfalls, and do so in the form of two posts. In the first, I hereby display some images and describe my path to them. We then discuss a reworking of one of the images by Steve. This will be followed by another post where he displays and I perform a makeover.

My Images

Ohio is the home of the gentle cataract. The peculiarities of geology and topography promote a stepwise progression of falling water. We stand in awe of any fall that we look up to. In the White Mountains of New Hampshire the water responds differently, the result of a hard geology that wears with effort. This results in smooth transitions, punctuated with boulders of various sizes.

These two environments present themselves very differently. Here one looks across the water for the most part, the included image notwithstanding, while the perspective is more vertical in the mountains.

This post features images taken at Buttermilk Falls, outside of Cleveland, and the Flume in the White Mountains. The Flume is essentially a slot canyon formed by the selective erosion of a basalt dike. Water falls vigorously through a steep succession of boulders and slopes.

A word about my approach: the camera captures a multiplicity of detail that the eye would tend to weed out on the spot. Photo Shop is a quick and dry sort of dark room and it allows for a further shaping of an image away from the contingencies of the moment. I can dwell on a given shot and try to articulate more fully whatever prompted me to take it in the first place. Sometimes this process clarifies and condenses as when I am working on a portfolio image. It can also lead me away from specificity toward something more personal. Then I often find the image assuming a novel identity. At times it can seem that I am changing it to match an internal template, as though I am looking at my own mind.

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The photograph below is an example of this process. It was taken from a small bridge just upstream of the falls themselves, and is typical of the flattened stream beds in these parts. I was attracted to a kind of role reversal: a few feet further and the water is white and foamy as it falls over darker rock. Here the water makes it’s way in dark pools and rivulets and the rock itself reflects brightly. Furthermore, it is a welter of suggestive features and subtle details.

The first image is as taken, and the second as processed.

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The scene did not satisfy me as taken. There was something there that needed to be shaped. I began the process by cropping the image. Then I erased small artifacts, like glints and leaves, that detracted from the overall quality. The magic wand and the stamp functions were used to isolate areas for more attention and to transfer colors and textures from one spot to another. somewhere along the line I began to sink into my work and the quality of mind matching appeared.

Flume

The waters of the Flume fan out over a ledge before assuming a quieter course down hill. The view had a lovely kind of breadth to it, but consisted of a patchwork of more and less interesting areas. I essentially transfered some of the better areas elsewhere in the image, creating what was for me a kind of dream scape effect: the view overall has a logical progression to it, but one which dissolves in places. The people on the bridges are insubstantial and perhaps wondering what just happened. Overall I feel a Westernized Orientalism in this piece.

The first image is the scene as shot; the second as modified.

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The next example is heavily modified. I spent time moving water highlights around, darkening walls, removing leaves and generally trying to simplify. I feel that it might be wearing too much lipstick.

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The Discussion

Steve’s thoughts

One thing Jay and I seem to have in common is an approach that involves continuing to learn from the image as we work with it. I found the “mental self-portrait” he uncovered fascinating. It’s a great example of what some might see as mere inanimate landscape coming to express something quite deep and personal.

One of Jay’s photographs that especially appealed to me was one of the Flume. Here is how I first saw it:

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This image is probably most meaningful to Jay as shown here, not only an appealing picture but one recalling a place he enjoyed. But the memory aspect has little impact on me, since I’ve never been there, and in fact I am little interested in memory aids even of places I have been. But it did appeal to me very much in a more “abstract” sense, and I really wanted to see it in black and white, which often has the effect of decreasing the specificity and opening the door to further associations.

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I like the result for its play of tones, especially on the wet boulders (note that because of the high contrast, these depend quite sensitively on your monitor settings). I like the top half and the bottom half separately, which set me to musing on the juxtaposition of low (earthly) rough turbulence and high (spiritual?) delicate stasis, separated by intervening darkness. The plants and ground cover in the upper half are reminiscent of brighter stars against the Milky Way.

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There’s an economy of coloration in the Flume. It’s as though every hue is hard won. I decided to accept what was presented, color and form. With the exception of some gardening in the upper portion and coiffing the rapid, I left the image pretty much alone. Steve’s version compresses the scene into a gray scale. At first his version bothered me until I re-read his explanation. While it is far more than a memento, the image for me has little symbolic value. Steve altered it to achieve a new synthesis to match his response. The water below and the string of foliage above are indeed in an evocative relationship. I would like to see Steve darken the intervening rock face to make it more of a void and give the foliage a more spectral and star-like quality. Also I think that the image would need to be re-shot on location in a larger format so as to allow for a much bigger print to be made. And the image seems to demand a sharper focus than I was able to achieve with my elderly Olympus.

We have been discussing appropriation on A&P, both in a practical and ethical sense. I accept appropriation in its many forms as being part of the overall compilation that we are here on Earth to perform. But this exercise did not go that smoothly for me. Everything in this collaboration was done with mutual consent, yet some instinct inside of me was growling at the intruder, come to snatch a child away. I believe that one best confronts an emotion like that. An effective therapy might be to have people modify my stuff in abundance, until my mental adhesions are Rolfed away.

Steve’s new versions

Since it is Jay’s image, I can’t do less than see what his suggestion looks like. Below, I’ve made adjustments that are not too dramatic — I’m not straying too far from naturalism — but have the effect of implying greater separation of lower and upper spheres.

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That concept could be carried even further by separating the two halves while keeping them juxtaposed, along the lines discussed in a previous post.

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Ready for Halloween

That Damien Hirst is following me into my own house.

I decided to follow him a little and cook up something for Halloween, based on his diamond skull. The party store didn’t have anything in hard plastic, so I settled for a hockey mask, derived from some scary movie. I then spent too much on plastic rhinestones which I glued onto the mask during hours of granddad babysitting. It ended up like this:

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Then I made a poster to hand out to treat or tricksters.
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So, what are you doing for Halloween?

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A Good Artist To Discuss

We visited an institution called MASS MoCA this last weekend in North Adams, Mass. Unbeknown to us , a legal saga was in the process of being resolved, as a court in Springfield found in favor of MASS MoCA . The institution and Christoph Buchel had been locked in a dispute over the disposition of an unfinished project whose budget had ballooned out of control.

What did catch our attention was a show featuring the work of Spencer Finch. I was unable to take shots of his work as there was a general photographic lock down, a likely consequence of the Buchel matter. However, his site: Spencer Finch, includes a number of pieces in the show. One can also look in on the MASS MoCA site.
Why Mr. Finch? The more that I saw of his work, the more I was reminded of A&P and the things that we tend to discuss here. Finch is an artist who can, on one hand, be seen as an earnest soul bemusedly pursuing his muse (A&P), or, on the other, a clever exploiter of the system (not A&P).

We understand that Mr. Finch began by looking into subjective color. A number of his earlier pieces consisted of creating color samples, in watercolor, of objects that he was observing under differing conditions. Three sheets give us such samples taken from objects in a room in the vicinity of the Rouen Cathedral, Monet’s subject in a famous series of paintings. Another grouping displays his attempts to remember and paint various degrees of darkness that he encountered in his studio. This concern with color memory forms a thread in the show which, for me, has a certain continuity and economy, complicated a little by his story about Monet.

Beyond that, the show devolves into a panoply of equipment and effects that ends up far away from what seems the original premise. Indeed, I thought I was looking at a quotidian survey of art from the seventies and eighties until I discovered that it was all Spencer Finch.

My intention is merely to bring Mr. Finch to our attention. I can see at least two areas of discussion: his work with color and memory – or otherwise the nexus between language and perception – and his success as an impresario. What do you think of his approach to the color memory issue? Is there something fresh here? How about his employment of off-the-shelf ways to fill a gallery? Is that fair of me? Honestly, I got the strongest feeling that he is using a lot of sure-fire stuff to give his ideas a greater sense of consequence. But it’s clever. He makes me think of Warhol. But instead of soup cans, he draws from the given M.O. and paraphernalia of art itself. One gallery contains a hundred framed pink-painted discs. These are said to be his attempts on subsequent days to remember the color of Jackie Kennedy’s pillbox hat – all in the purported context of the Warren Report. Warhol spoken here, but in a very interesting dialect.

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This installation is programmed to replicate a wind pattern that S.F. recorded at Walden Pond.

So what do you think?

The Duck Pond

People on this site take their photography seriously.

Me, I play around. I take my camera to a tidy little pond with a walkway in a nearby metro park, where I capture whatever the season and the light permit. Photographing the plant life there is somewhat like shooting fish in a barrel.

There are things that I forswore, but now I swear I do. I once considered the extent of my cunning to constitute the limits of my accomplishment, and looked askance at any number of the tools that I now unabashedly employ. And the images that I bring back from the pond are increasingly subjected to my ever laxer and self-indulgent propensities. Instead of rolling up my sleeves on location and really getting into the moment, I point and shoot and place my faith in the little Photoshop of horrors. This sort of thing was not supposed to happen – my parents raised me better than to click like that.

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Seeing Through Art (by Jay)

An issue that has affected the plastic arts of virtually every culture over time is that of visibility, as art has a persistent tendency to be seen. Many attempts have been made to deal with this without any real measure of success. For example, glass as a medium was heralded as a remedy until it was pointed out that, while one could see through the glass, one could usually see the glass as well.

Other initiatives have been undertaken, including a number of experiments with fabric. The extinguishing of lamps has long been employed, as has the closing of doors and windows. These practices have often been criticized as effectively throwing the baby out with the bathwater, but continue to be widely employed. In the mid twentieth century, however, a paradigm shift resulted in at least one person puncturing a balloon in a museum and then declared the helium thus released to be a work of art. The event in question was greeted with the sound of one duck clapping

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Serious vs. Decorative: a Ladder’s Story (by Jay Hoffman)

I have thought about ladders, and over the last four or five years I have made some.

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The whole thing may have arisen from cleaning the gutters or some other patchwork chore related to holding the house together. What emerged from my ascents and descents, bruises and strains was an awareness of the ladder as a sculptural framework that regulates motion, and to some extent, emotion. I might have felt aspiration as I toed tentatively yet deliberately upward, toward the peeling patch of paint under the eaves. I might then have felt exasperation as I discovered that I hadn’t brought the scraper with me and now had to gingerly make my way back to the ground.

There’s nothing like having one’s nose up against a rung to encourage contemplation, especially when it’s going to be there for a while. I pondered ladder-ness as a sculptural premise. Big, little, red, green, yellow? How much detail? Would a ladder sculpture be enhanced by the inclusion of cleats, rods and other such? Was there an acceptable level of abstraction? What would be the point?

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Chains (Jay Hoffman – guest post)

Picked up a piece of airport art at a garage sale. I believe that the lady said it was from Kenya. It is a chain, carved from a single piece of wood with a stylized head at each end.

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