On my way back home from the studio on June 19, 2014, I drove past a murder scene at 35th Street and Colley Avenue in Norfolk, Virginia. When I walked into the house, I found this scene on the sofa. Clearly unrelated, but somehow it still felt like an echo of sadness that was settling into another home, not far from our own.
One of the problems inherent in the medium of photography is that it doesn’t do abstraction well. What the majority of the viewing public appreciates is a declaration of fact: an easy aesthetic access point to the content of a photograph.
Saul Leiter, however, did abstraction well. Color, shape, shadow are not fixed facts in Leiter’s photographs, they bleed and reconfigure one another constantly. The subjects of his work are amorphous, but the photographs are never pure form.
From Teju Cole’s memoriam in the New Yorker:
"One of the most effective gestures in Leiter’s work is to have great fields of undifferentiated dark or light, an overhanging canopy, say, or a snow drift, interrupted by gashes of color. He returned again and again to a small constellation of subjects: mirrors and glass, shadows and silhouettes, reflection, blur, fog, rain, snow, doors, buses, cars, fedoras. He was a virtuoso of shallow depth of field: certain sections of some of the photographs look as if they have been applied with a quick brush. It will come as no surprise to a viewer of his work that Leiter was also a painter, that his heroes were Degas, Vuillard, and Bonnard, and that he knew the work of Rothko and de Kooning well. There are points of contact between his work and that of photographers like Louis Faurer and Robert Frank, the so-called New York School; but Leiter was an original. He loved beauty."
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I have always been drawn to the poetic image of the elderly man having what I assume to be a cup of coffee. The mirror reflects light onto the green cupboard and forms the resemblance of a tombstone. It is directly behind the mans head, and foreshadows not only the end of a life, but a way of life as well.
I would like to sincerely thank the Tennessee Arts Commission grant review board, especially Anne Pope the executive director, for selecting me for the 2014 Individual Artist Fellowship Grant. I am beyond grateful.
Congrats to my former professor and good friend John Hathaway!
Brownie’s Chalice turned 2 today!
Today I discovered the dog who played Wishbone is dead. This is not surprising as this show was on years ago and dogs don’t live that long but it’s still sad. So here’s some pictures of Wishbone because dogs in human clothes are just awesome.
Fuck, remember when Oprah had Wishbone on her show and they didn’t do it like “here’s the dog who plays Wishbone and here’s their trainer” they actually legit set it up like it was the character and they had the voice actor backstage answering questions over the mic as Wishbone.
That was absolutely awesome for six year old me to see.
Wishbone was a boss