Friend of mine said at our last meeting that he didn’t care for minimalism in photography. I kinda do at times so it got me thinking about what the minimal is and what it conveys about the artist.
I know from experience, we all do I think, that the “noise” in the world is considerable, audible, visual, even tactile. In the midst of it all, though, there are quiet underlays that peek through and establish a peaceful front, albeit temporary. The construction of images from those spaces need be carefully made but they can be rewarding. They do not rely on real-world elements to be successful. They can tap into our basic perception of the world and initiate a creative event. I believe the mission of an artist is to provide a place for imagination to wander, to allow madeup stories, scenarios. As soon as someone knows there is no “program” afoot then any piece of art is theirs and they can poke around at will. Not only is it okay, it is intended.
It is humorous that someone merely making repairs to a wall can be liberating a space for artistic creation but that kind of event is the basis for my “collaboration.”
From an earlier thought:
“Sometimes the significance of a message, a message which sponsors a photograph I make, is minimal, subtle. After a lifetime of looking at the things people leave behind I find their messages everywhere and many are subtle. The messages can be humorous, sometimes sad perhaps with a lack of respect for the past, but fascinating. Without ever showing a human form, the photographs are all about people and the decisions they have made. Most reflect simple responses to the changing conditions of living.
The photographs are a collaboration. I collaborate with people from other places, other times, people I will never know or even see. They have left behind a place where something happened. Most often the actual event was not profound. The images come from a wall repair after a leak, a shadow pattern effected by ancient metalwork and a slice of sunlight or stonework encrusted by lichens and mosses after centuries of acceptance in the landscape of a community.
A photograph which consists of only a few intersecting planes of color can become painterly, sculptural, faintly musical. As the choices I make lead to a reduction of information about what is actually depicted, that which remains is color, texture, line… abstraction. A work of art is a visual playground with about as much inherent meaning as any other playground. You go there, spend some time and go to another place. But, on occasion, you return, because the past capture of your imagination poses a continuing question, because there is a story from your experience that you want to complete and that imagery brings it to clearer focus or one you continue to create while looking, in collaboration with me.” Photographs…
[shareprints gallery_id=”578″ gallery_type=”masonry” gallery_position=”pos_center” gallery_width=”width_80″ image_size=”large” image_padding=”4″ theme=”dark” image_hover=”false” lightbox_type=”slide” titles=”true” captions=”true” descriptions=”true” comments=”true” sharing=”true”]As I print these…
Canon 5D Mark III, Sigma 35mm F1.4 lens, through Lightroom 5.7, to Photoshop CS6 and ImagePrint 188.8.131.52 RIP, to Epson Pro 4000 on Epson Hot Press Bright at 15″ x 22.5″.