Let Love Prevail

Featured image by: Philip Del Carmen

Some things are too profoundly important for words. Yet writers feel compelled to search, bang their heads, wrench their hands, gnash their teeth, cry out to the heavens. We need to express ourselves because we aren’t just speaking for our own anguished souls….we are attempting to give voice to humanity. Not because we feel big enough to take on the task, but because we feel so small under the collective pain of humanity.

These same impulses befall all artists. Regardless of the medium, we struggle to transcend the limits of communication, to somehow pour the emotions we cannot contain into polished bits of matter and energy, to present them to our fellow humans as if to say, “I feel this. I know you feel this, too. We are not alone.”

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In the early morning hours of 12 June, 49 people were slaughtered by a single, darkened soul. A soul twisted by self loathing turned outwards. A soul obsessed with destroying that which haunted him, that which he could not face or understand. A soul who chose a gun with which to communicate. A soul sadly not unique in his need to cry out, “I feel this. Why don’t you feel this, too? I cannot bear to be alone!”

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(Image by: Lisa L Peters)

Today, someone will die at the hand of hatred. Today, people will suffer unbearable cruelty because they somehow trigger the excruciating rage in those who torment them. It happened yesterday. It will happen tomorrow. It happens every single day.

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(Image by: Lee Atwell)

There are no words that can change this, no images which have the power to halt evil in its tracks. There is only one thing in this world that can transform senseless violence, intolerance, vitriolic furry and darkness. It is the truest of truths, the simplest and most basic essence at the core of every one of us. It is love.

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(Image by: Oola Cristina)

Every day we makes choices about how we show up in the world. We are mirrors for each other. We reflect back and forth. And the dramas which unfold can be tales of unspeakable horror or they can be stories of beauty and kindness. The ripples from the choices we make reverberate endlessly, in ways we cannot predict. We are constantly pre-shaping history. And so, with no pretense or guile, I vow to choose my weapons of communication carefully. I beg you all to do the same.

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(Image by: Ocean Morisset)

The World According to Jack

As I made my way through the thick, midnight fog, I felt electric. The cobblestones cli-clacked beneath my boots, a syncopated rhythm which made my blood dance. The door in front of me was a tangled relic, a mass of metal and wires and wood and stone. I lifted the ancient knocker but before I could apply enough force to engage it with the worn groove in the decaying wood, the door slowly creaked open….making the only sound such a door could make. Music poured into the night. Pulsating beats oddly juxtaposed under an old standard. Lulling vocals. An upright base competing wth a drunken accordion. I entered. Inside, towards the back of the joint, a single table. A swinging lamp, shadeless, dim bulb, filtering light through heavy smoke and expectations. And beneath it sat the man I’d come to meet.

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Jack Barnosky 

“Hello, Jack,” I muttered out the side of my mouth in affected staccato.

And the whisky smooth retort came in a deep, mesmerizing baritone, “Ms. Peters, I presume.”

This is how it happened. Where I traveled to interview one of my favorite artists, Jack Barnosky. This is the exact account….if it had taken place in one of his phenomenal images.

Deep, rich, complex. Focused, concise, definitive. Barnosky’s work relays the decades of passion and expertise he has amassed. And like the man, it lures you in without pretension; invites you to get comfortable and stay awhile; yet leaves you wanting, hungry for more. Barnosky has a way of stripping away all of the bullshit and window dressing. What remains, however, is somehow more elaborate, more compelling, even more mysterious.

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ISWE: I understand you were an avid and well educated analog photographer. Can you talk a bit about your early photography? What brought you to this art? What were you trying to say?

JB: I was both. Analog was the only way to make photographs. The only variables came in format choices and the many ways of dealing with printing in the darkroom. I first made photos while at Ft. Dix N.J ( p.f.c Barnosky NG239423770 ret.) in 1967. It was a wartime army so there wasn’t much time for extra curricular activity. After my REFRAD ( release from active duty) I went to West Chester State University and majored in fraternity parties. I did not have the desire or skills to be a serious student. So I decided to be a reporter and went to the student newspaper office and was told I could be a photographer. So I became a photographer.

Two years later I was wandering the streets of Philadelphia with my trusty double stroke Leica M3 and to get out of a blizzard I ducked into the Philadelphia Museum of Art. As fate would have it there was a photo exhibition. One of the Photos was Moonrise, Hernandez New Mexico by Ansel Adams and I immediately fell in love. I did not realize that photographs could look like this, could convey so much emotion. Could be the real world. I was nailed to the floor in front of this photograph. I could feel the wind off the mountain. I could hear children playing and dogs barking. I could smell the beans cooking. I didn’t realize at the time but my life had changed forever. I never again wanted to do anything but make photographs. I had plenty of jobs. I made bricks for a year, but always was making photographs.

Early on I had nothing to say, at all. I was just enamored with the medium, and the medium was the message.

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ISWE: Who and what influences your work?

JB: At about the age of 12 I discovered the art of Richard Powers. He was a commercial artist who made cover illustrations for paperback science fiction novels. He created fantastic worlds. Worlds that I wanted to visit and explore, but I was stuck in Philadelphia.

I’m not a museum guy. I know I’m supposed to be but I’m just not that. I’ve been to Paris 7 times and haven’t spent 4 hours in the Louvre. When I travel the point is to be wandering the streets making photographs. In Madrid I did the entire Prado in an hour and a half. Just down the road from the Prado is the Musee Sofia and this is different. This is where you can see Picasso’s Guernica and this was important. I stayed and sat and looked for hours and went back time after time. Picasso and his gang, Braque etc. are an influence along with all the other surrealists. Like Richard Powers they created worlds of wonder that I still could not visit. The only way was to create my own.

Photographically it has to be Jerry Uelsmann. Because of his work and his ideas about “post-visualization”, Robert Frank for his apparent disdain for rules and, of course, Gary Winolgrand for his lack of restraint and his honesty.

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ISWE: Tell us about your transition from analog to digital.

JB: As I said the darkroom was the only way to make photographs. I was never really very comfortable in the darkroom. I never got that “Zen Awareness” feeling that so many people talk about. It was work and I was in there for almost 40 years. The blue collar attitude of just getting up and going to work prevailed. I got pretty good at it. I was using an 8×10 camera and either contact printing or enlarging with an ancient 8×10 enlarger that I found in a pawnshop in Indianapolis. I lugged that big camera everywhere. Deserts, mountains, Paris, London, New York City, everywhere.

After many years something happened that changed my path. One day I discovered that the paper manufacturer, Agfa, had altered the formula for the paper emulsion. Now nothing worked the way I was used to it working. For me it was the day the darkroom died. So I went in a different direction, alternative processes. Platinum, palladium, gum, salt, van dyke and on and on. I even did dye transfer prints but still couldn’t get what was in my head onto a piece of paper. Digital photography was coming on but I resisted. I preached film in class. I was just afraid of digital photography. I would have to learn a new language and I’m a slow, reluctant learner. So I had come to a fork in the road and you know what Yogi said, “ When you come to the fork in the road, take it”. I went all in digital. Haven’t been in the darkroom since 2007. Film IS dead, but the darkroom is alive and well thanks to enlarged negatives via Pictorico. It’s not enough to get me back in the darkroom but maybe , just maybe I’m thinking about it.

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ISWE: Your work seems to effortlessly possess a haunting, disintegrated quality that so many photographers crave to produce. What are your go-to tools these days? Camera(s), Editing software/apps, lenses, Etc… Whatever you’re willing to share.

JB: I mainly use an I Phone 6S+ and a Leica C. I’ve rigged the I phone so I can use a MOMENT case. This provides a shutter release where it should be, at my index finger. I always have a DXO camera attached to the I Phone. This is a very powerful little camera that gives about 22 mp. Also I will have a Sony Smart lens attached. The shutter releases for the DXO and Sony lens are on the Apple Watch. All this equipment plus extra batteries etc. can all fit in a small man purse. I’m awaiting delivery of the LIGHT/Camera. This is supposed to be revolutionary. It is the size of an I Phone but with a complete array of controls and 52mp. I hope it works, it was a bit pricey.

I have perhaps 100 apps on the phone but now I use only 2 consistently, Snapseed and Hipstamatic. Most Apps have 1 or 2 things on them that I find usable and the rest is detritus. I will make overlays from apps though. Photograph a piece of white paper, run it through the apps. I save what I like and put them on the computer to be used as overlays, texture screens etc. I always use Photoshop and encourage students to do the same. Many if not most students prefer Lightroom. Go figure.

ISWE: How do you generally approach your work? Do you plan it out in advance or do the subjects catch your eye and inspire you? Is it personal, global, somewhere in between?

JB: Generally speaking I do not plan out the work. Sometimes just a bit. Last semester I asked students to pose in the studio. I was just after faces. So in this case I was collecting faces, expression and I would deal with them later in PS. Yes, subjects catch my eye and I photograph them. This hardly conceptual in nature but it works for me. Sometimes I think of my photos as raw ore that has been mined. Later this ore will be transformed into something else. As far as what inspires me I’ll say all of the above. I’ll defer to the great Chuck Close when it comes to inspiration. “Inspiration is for amateurs.” His statement is much more extensive and it is easy to find.

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ISWE: You’re a professor as well as a producer of art, negating the old adage that ‘those who can’t, teach’. How do you feel that teaching others has affected your own work?

JB: “Those that can’t do, teach; those that can’t teach, teach gym” Woody Allen. Every semester, every academic year is new, a fresh start. I’m always changing class content and seeing new enthusiastic students. Well mostly enthusiastic. I’m not a lecturer or a philosopher so all my classes are Lab classes. I’ll demonstrate and show a particular process or idea and then the students are to expound on this in their own voice. This makes teaching very interesting.

I’m very fortunate because I do see different points of view daily. I cannot help but be affected by this. I’m good with that. You learn in many different ways. Being in a room of like minded individuals doing and discussing work is formative and changing. My work is open to critique by students just as their work is open to critique from their peers and myself. What they say can matter. Sometimes profoundly. I listen and filter things but will act on suggestions, sometimes. Just because I stand at the front of the classroom does not mean I am immune from the objective analysis.

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ISWE: I know that you identify as a ‘left leaning secular humanist democrat’. How does this come to bear on your work?

JB: Both my grandfathers were Pennsylvania coal miners. They came to this country because they were promised a better life. They were cheated. They worked 12 hour days, 6 days a week in the mines. They never got that promised better life. My parents were New Deal Roosevelt Democrats. My mother worked in factories, school cafeterias anywhere to get a pay check. During WWII my father was a Union welder in the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard. After he left the Shipyard he spent 2 years working at night and on weekends building a house because he didn’t want a mortgage. I have campaigned for every Democratic presidential nominee since JFK. All this points to the fact that I was raised without an idea of entitlement. None at all. Zero. So, I have to work for anything that I want. Photographs included, and I do. Daily, six days a week. Saturday is “ date day” ( you have to give in a bit sometimes).

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ISWE: Tell us a few photographers who we should study.

JB: Study no one. Study your own work. Looking for some sort of inspiration that does not come from within you is futile. I’ll make one exception here. Watch the documentary “Born into Brothels”, study these children photographers. They live in the lowest circumstances imaginable. They are unschooled and naïve. They know nothing about f stops, shutter speeds, Edward Weston, D Max, color balance etc. etc. Yet they make wonderful photographs. Perhaps there is a lesson here. Perhaps the baggage associated with photography is not needed. Watching the film changed me. I think it is a must see for anyone who would presume to make art.

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ISWE: Thank you so much for letting us into your world. Can you leave us with an impression specifically about any one of your images. What inspired it? Was it planned? Was there a message attached? How did you get from the original photo to the current image? Anything you’d like to say…

JB: I’ll throw a bit of a curve ball here. Going back 30 years. Jeddo Pennsylvania Coal mine 22
I spent much of my childhood in this environment. My grandparents lived here so the summers were usually devoted to climbing the hills and exploring the landscape. Later in life I wondered if the child’s memory of this area was fanciful or were my memories accurate? So I went back and found out. I discovered that the vastness and bleakness of this area was not imagined. It was real and more so than I remembered. I spent a few years working here. All done with an 8×10 camera. My message is not an environmental one. It is simply about the people who worked and died here, generation after generation. Of course I could not photograph those people. I could not go back and photograph that distant era. I could only photograph what was left. All my coal mine photographs were planned. I usually knew where I was going. They were all done using the Zone System and printed, lovingly, in a regular old darkroom.

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All images remain © Jack Barnosky and were used with explicit permission from the amazing man himself. 

 

They Shoot Artists, Don’t They?

Featured images: Andrea Bigiarini, Raul Diaz, Leon Williams, Sarah Kent, Sally Ann Field, Clarisse Debout

There’s an age-old tradition in the art world: Artists use themselves as subjects. We don’t do it because we’re conceited or brave, bold or audacious. In fact, when you ask an artist to pose for you, you are likely to get an uncomfortable, self conscious, often unwilling subject.

(Lulú Elenes De Panbehchi, Gillian Brodie, Andrea Bigiarini, Mary Ann Habermeyer, Robin Cohen)

Artists create to reinvent reality. We do it to reimagine the world. And we do it to show you what we see through the murky, glorious, twisted, painfully beauteous filters which we wear on our sleeves. Oh, I’m not saying that every human doesn’t have these filters. We all do. But artists can’t filter out these filters. We didn’t learn how. Maybe we didn’t want to.

(Sarah Kent, Bill De Belin, Erik Elferink, Achille Malossari, Jo Sullivan, Debara Splendorio)

I’m an artist. I’m an artist completely hellbent on being an artist, embracing the quirks and kinks that form the filters which both allow me to create and cripple and overwhelm me from doing so. And some days I wake up unable to face creating with anything else other than the five foot radius that surrounds me. And so – as an artist who uses the medium of photography – on those days, I shoot myself.

(Siclaly M. Santiago-Leon, Michel Walther Crine, Linda Sbath, David Henry, Aldo Pacheco, Lisa Peters)

A few days ago, on the heels of creating this new group of anarchist visionaries, I decided to put a call out to my compadres for self portraits with camera gear. The results are bold and brave, glorious and beautiful. These are some of the amazing souls that walk this earth as artists, exposing their quirks and kinks, reimagining the world for us. These are artist in a place and time that views art is an oddity, a commodity, a monitizable service, and – let’s face it – an exploitable one at that. These are humans who transcend the box and blaze the trails, even on those days when it’s inconceivable to leave that five foot radius that surrounds them….and even on those days when another artist asks them specifically not to.

(Lulú Elenes De Panbehchi, Julia Badakhshan, Philippe Schlossberg, Mark Schnidman, Andrea Bigiarini, Sarah Kent)

Welcome to the Image Revolution

Featured image by: Andrea Gessat

Yesterday morning: I wake up. Late. Like most of my mornings in recent weeks. Drudging into a new Monday. With too many worries and routines that demanded my energy. I fumble for my iPad, willing it to occupy my headspace and give me an excuse to stay in bed a little longer. Another routine.

What am I doing? I’m an artist. I surround myself with artists. World class, freaking amazing artists. And yet….I’m in a rut. Life. I need some inspiration here!

I log into Facebook. Lots of my art life takes place there. And the top post in my news feed is like a slice of heavenly sky cake frosted with prophetic angel dust:

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If you’re reading this post, you probably know who Andrea is. Madly driven, charismatic, creative; he’s the founder of The New Era Museum, an international collective of world class IPhonographers and he has just issued a decree directly to me and he doesn’t even realize it.

I immediately start the group on Facebook. And the instant buzz is palpable. For so long I’ve felt somewhat isolated in my desire to create images freely, without labels or justifications. Without segregating my mobile, DSLR, analog, and collage images into neat little boxes. Okay, I’m a rebel. So I’ve been doing whatever the hell I want. But so much of my work can’t be shown in the various art circles I orbit around because of that. I post a mini-diatribe to the newly formed group:

“For a really long time, I’ve been waiting for the right moment for this group! I love creating with my iPhone. I’ll always do that. But I also love using my other 5 cameras. I love collaging, mixed media, scribbling on my photos. I quite simply love creating images.

I adore the iPhonography community and how readily it has accepted me. But just as it was formed in the face of discrimination from the general photography community, I sometimes worry that it tends to discriminate back.

If we were painters, no one would ask us what brand of paint or brushes we’d used. If we were dancers, our shoes would not make or break our performances. This is a place where we can freely share, discuss, motivate, inspire, teach and learn, and just BE artists!”

I get that artists tend to think outside the lines and push things beyond the limits. I get that I’m not doing anything new. I should have gotten that I wasn’t alone in my feelings and longings. In fact, it seems I’m in good company.

This morning: I wake up and immediately jump out of bed. I go to the desktop computer and log into Facebook. Waiting for me are over 400 amazing artists in this new group and so many outstanding, creative, imaginative images. I smile. I haven’t even made coffee yet. But already, I hear the ambitious words forming in my head, “Today is a good day for a revolution!”