Labor Day Weekend reverie
Duane Michals is an interesting character… Last week watched a brief video about him in class, and what struck me was how determined (but not in a forced sense) and unflinching he is in his work. He doesn’t seem to necessarily care how it translates to others, or whether it does, but he so simply expresses his ideas they become clear, even when dealing with less approachable concepts such as the absence of reality. I’d like to be this way in my photographic work. Also re-read an illuminating interview with Michals. Something I noticed this second go-round that had escaped me last time was his criticism of photography as an art form. He kept bringing up its limitations of expression (very important to him), especially in comparison to writing. Still, the interview only reiterated how sure he is of his art when he executes it. I’m jealous. I don’t agree with all of his beliefs about photography or even life, but I think Michals must be the coolest old man; I’d love to hang out with him, listen to all the crazy things he comes up with.
Been thinking about my own photographic endeavors over the long weekend, as well…My newest concept is an abstract study of the human body. I want to take this familiar, mortal thing and produce unfamiliar images of it so you can’t tell hand from foot from crook of the arm, etc. It’s all about second-guessing. One goal is to make simplicity and detail my best friends. Zoom in in in. I’ve also been really interested in textures lately which is working its way into the abstract human body idea. My biggest challenge in all this is probably working for a wide enough variety in the final prints. I’m eager to do it though.
Hello.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, here it goes…
trying to orient myself with this new blog concept. running on exhaustion, feeling quite in a daze.