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How art can define timelessness

May 13, 2012   //   by Matt   //   Blog, Matt, Random Thoughts, Uncategorized  //  No Comments
Portrait of a Young Boy 1515 by Caroto

Portrait of a Young Boy, c.1515 by Giovanni Francesco Caroto

As a parent of two wonderfully exhausting children, aged 2 and 4, I can attest that our home is overrun with scraps of paper, magazines, colouring books, hallway walls, backs of armchairs, the odd paperback book and table-tops littered with the visual musings of small hands: the graffiti of doodles, portraits of family members, animals and general streams of consciousness as perceived and transcribed by pre-schoolers.

As indelible as the ink they are sometimes scrawled with, these drawings are naive, primitive, simplistic, ambiguous and often requiring interpretation or explanation from their originators. At the same time, they express a free-hand, innovation of form, unburden with historic or stylistic influences. All in all, they are what every parent delights to see and experiences in the Early Years development of their children. And of course, we can all expect that little has happened to change both the artistic output of, and emotional responses to, a child’s art/drawings/visual commentaries with each passing generation of children.

But for all that, I was struck hard by the painting shown here, ascribed to the Veronese painter Giovanni Francesco Caroto in 1515. With sharp intake of breath, I experienced a compression of time unlike any other I can remember in recent memory. Within the pages of an art book in the corporate-lit shelves of a well-known bookstore chain, itself located on the sanitized grounds of the financial centre of London, is a family keepsake painting of their son portrayed with one can assume to be something of his characteristic smile and handiwork. Here is a painting, 497 years old and counting, which equates with many images that many parents would recognize, either taped to fridge doors, pinned to Mummy’s office cubical wall or included as Grandpa’s token Christmas card insert.

The painting resonates for several reasons. Primarily,  the incongruity of its subject matter against the tradition of oil painting, and certainly Italian painting, of the 16th century. There are no mythological allegories, no religious connotations nor figures, no kings nor courtiers, no monied estates, no hunting scenes, no Bacchusian revelry, no still lifes. Just a child and his drawing. The lack of formality too, separates this painting from the mainstay of the time. There are also no subliminal messages inserted from extraneous items or motifs – there simply are none present. At heart, it offers a personal visage of someone loved and cherished, an inner-circle memento of a passing stage in a small life. It might even have been a post-mortum relic of a dead child. Whatever the intended use and commissioning (and let’s agree that such paintings were non-trivial items of expense and required some familial status in society), it is a powerful and emotive connection across so many passed years.

The only other notable sense of a historical life – whose, I will never truly know – that I can recall was upon seeing the hollowed, amorphous shells that once enclosed the bodies of the people of Pompeii. Seeing their fleeing, cowering, defensive poses, and understanding the pyroclastic wave that swarmed to engulf them, triggered the same sense of immediacy within me and to feel their presence, as readily as had I felt that uncomfortable warmth of a seat newly vacated by a stranger on a crowded commuter train. In both the painting and Pompeii, I lost the dissociation of time; the numbing gap of prior generations.

As aware as I am of my antecedents, from my family and those beyond any hope of tracing to my lineage – otherwise known as Everyone Else Who Lived – the idea of their prior existence is often divorced from the thought of their lives, fears, wants, loves and losses. This lovely painting has reminded me of the pasts happenings, as immediate and simultaneous as I find them today, as undoubtedly they shall continue into the future – in short: without time to age nor alter. And without changing, this defines timelessness.

Photos of prints that are photos

Apr 16, 2012   //   by Matt   //   Blog, Matt, Random Thoughts  //  2 Comments

I use film cameras and wet darkrooms; lit red with safelights, I stand before pools of chemistry, each allotted a coloured tray and tongs, each measured with some accuracy, all waiting in their respective ordering to receive the latest latent image-laden sheet of paper from the activities of the enlarger.

The process of using films, developing, proofing and editing, then printing out is all part of my value chain which culminates in a photograph on paper, which interests me emotionally or stimulates some other response. The process and the image are intertwined in a nexus of artistic effort, which I relish; a creative and emotional exercising of some pent-up urges. The images that result are often unrecalled; strangely familiar yet, altered in some ways beyond my experiences – I never feel that I saw that, or knew that moment (partly a result of time passing, while I accumulate rolls for a large single development session; partly a separation of direct experience of the moment recorded).

Instead, the photos show me something intimate and near to my experience, but as though they’ve passed through a sequence of overheard conversations, to become altered by inexact iterations and interpretations. This is somewhat akin to the oft-quoted line from a Garry Winogrand interview: “I photograph to find out what something will look like photographed.”. I have discovered that I shoot and am shown what the photograph is once printed out; I see what the photograph looks like (accommodating my darkroom interpretation, controlling contrast, tonal ranges, etc) as a new viewer, as fresh to the image as a stranger.

In this realisation, I see my children as I have not experienced them in our day to day; my wife as another woman; the world as a new place constructed from familiar shapes and forms.

It seems nonsensical to try to invoke the same feelings in others: Garry can no more convey his understanding of the things he sees in photos, comparing them to his real world understanding of things, as I can bring my realisations of my photographic processes and their results. We can only tell another person what other people learn in the magic of photographing things, and only then from the first person perspective.

Now, with the photos made, my perceptions tweaked by what they show me, how to show them to others? Scan and post is a clear process: the results are the clear dissemination of what the paper holds. But the photograph is a flat paper surface, that suggests the real world it reflects. It would seem that photos of this paper reality are more fitting to convey the truth of a printed photograph, or rather not to hide or obscure the physical limits of them as simple paper products. When one sees photos in exhibitions, we suspend belief in the physical nature of the object we gaze upon, accepting a projected reality where none exists. Few displays offer the chance to recognise the photograph itself with its image (which defines it): examples are displays of early photos, of daguerreotypes for example.

So, as an experiment in honesty, I present photos of prints. 

Reading into Paintings, Drawing from Poems

Mar 29, 2012   //   by Matt   //   Blog, Matt  //  1 Comment

As contrived as the title to this note appears, the sentiment is pure: my honest naïve question on what it means to learn from something else, to be internalised and expressed within my photos. What values and boundaries exist in cross-fertilised ideas between art forms, or more generally, venues of human expression from speech, writings, visual arts, music, design, etc.?

Inspiration can come from any source; I think that’s likely to be a true statement. But how manageable is this process? Can one actively cultivate a sense of awareness and fusion of Things Out There (I’m thinking of the art objects, the writers, the films, the political ideas,…) that bears fruit in changing, whether by osmosis or direct cognition, the ideas and ways in which I create photos?

This is a non-trivial question, so let’s be clear at the start – the answer is not written below. What I hope to develop in this commentary is a clearer idea of the problem and how it might be resolved. My problem is that I perceive my photos to lack energy and values that can be seen in others work, that I feel there is a need to reassess my thinking. And part of that assessment is the understanding that I don’t understand much about a lot, artistically speaking. The question is then: does this dearth of Art History and Contemporary Ideas 101 map to the gap in values in my photos? If I know more, have more references, see more ways of doing things, more ways of thinking and feeling about things, does it follow that my expressions – and Photos – will change (and I am allowing myself an assumption of improvement)?

Right… ummm… where do we begin to address this? One can point to the general population of Artists of Yore: all seem to have exposed themselves in greater or lesser extents to the works of others; painters on painters, writers on writers, playwrights on playwrights. They derive and expand, copy and remake anew, iterate and restate. What is less clear is the degree of influence from one genre to another: How did Jazz and Bop influence Kerouac novels? How did Picasso influence Miles Davis? How did poverty, segregation and intolerable blights on countless love-lives  influence Delta Blues music? How will Piet Mondrian influence my photos?

As hard as it is to write about music, or imagery, it remains a valid purpose in order to express the inner thoughts of the listener, or viewer, who feels a need – emotional or economic – to communicate their sensory experiences in some other, presumably, more comfortable form; writers like to write after all. And so it seems with these other cross-format relationships: the valued input from some experiences that a Person senses are, for the suitably inclined, repackaged to greater or lesser degrees, and output in an alternative format. That format being the preferred, more familiar or primary form of expression of that Person.

But is this repackaging a knowing act or does it carry some middling degree of intentionality or purely subconsciously oozed? Can one read Samuel Beckett and willingly draw more abstractly or with greater interpretive meaning, on demand? Or does one immerse oneself in Art and enjoy a resultant productivity which is both altered (if one could measure oneself as if not having the preceding immersion, then deduce what has changed!) and somehow better?

Ultimately – and perhaps this is a leap of faith in the process – I do think an immersion and exposure to new ideas, other art forms, different thinking, different values and possibilities yields changes and betters the output of others. The timescales may be years, or maybe just a few days of conscious activity and experimentation.  It is certainly easier to say that changes happen a posteriori with attentive and diligent application of the new ideas; in short, the willed change in behaviour leads to a true change, directly from the new experiences.

What is less clear is influence from experience where the only effort imparted by the Person is the acceptance of the new experiences: listening to that new album, going to that art show, trying the opera rather than football on Sunday. There may be no noticeable new outcome in my photos when I do not actively express those new ideas.

And maybe that is the final conclusion: the cross-fertilisation and alternative experiences of Art can only be assured of having effect when the new experiences are received openly, considered, then intentionally expressed by that Person in their chosen form of statement or announcement: their (new) dance, their (new) photos, their (new) poetry.

The nebulous notion of altered output by association – through sheer proximity to new ideas and experiences – seems altogether harder to judge to have taken effect. It certainly does not seem to occur in the sort of short timescales that a conscious effort to change will enjoy. Indeed, Art degrees are three years long for a reason! So, developments in style, taste, composition, subject matter, medium, exposures, camera formats, darkroom processes and portfolio editing would seem to prove hard to directly tie to an enlightened exposure to new things with the sort of timescales that people carry around with them to record notable events. People don’t notice their aging, just as tastes age or mature or fade.

The fact remains: to change oneself, one needs to want to change. Perhaps that is enough conscious effort that needs be applied to move to a Better place in ones productivity or output or World View. I do want to experience my changes. Towards this, I will continue to learn about others, learning from them, learning about myself. And perhaps, this chain of events will be revealed with some trace of the influences I’ll have absorbed, in newer, fresher, more energised and better-to-me-photos.




Creative control : an oxymoron?

Jul 7, 2011   //   by Matt   //   Blog, Matt, Random Thoughts  //  No Comments

© Murat Harmanlikli

Murat Harmanlikli is evidently a photographer, poet and lyricist to the music of the soul. Uncovered on the popular site, his photographic images have continued to inspire me to look further and accept more in terms of subject matter, awareness to possibilities and technique. It is this last point that I feel inclined to note in this blog: his common use of blur, grain, contrast and kismet, an appropriate term for the Turkish artist.

He includes many elements that suggest freedom of movement, camera shake, slow shutters and blurred subject matter such as panned shots. His is a form of image creation where the happenstance of ‘mistakes’ and the unplanned can lift a composition to a great photo. Thinking through the visually rich selection that he permits the world to enjoy, these traits in many of his images requires me to step back and reassess my processes, my measures of success and my tolerance towards the unknown.

To comprehend the hows and wheres in his prints and to emulate or interpret them is to allow space for mistakes to enter the process. I have to release control to allow a portion of the image to take form through exactly the parts of the process that I have relinquished. There has to be a tolerance and wilful neglect towards the capture of the moments  - the many instances that are implied by his images. I can think of it in practical terms: a fast shutter speed limits the window of time for uncontrolled elements to affect the image: longer speeds would permit a person to blink, a smile to fade, a light to streak and rain to fall.

For me, the act of lessening my conformist and entrenched learning that sharpness of subject is important, that balanced exposure is important, that camera shake is to be avoided, etc…. is brave. Just as my young son has recently taken his first steps without holding a hand – brave. Harmanlikli shows how one can step away from the safety of the edges and shallows and experience the flowing, swirling middle where boundaries are no longer literal containers of the resulting image. Rather, they are now merely points of reference from which to depart, from where one can grow knowing that one is not safely at home but on some darkened path through another neighbourhood where things are different.

© Murat Harmanlikli

This relaxing of control is liberating and seductive, provided it remains productive. The line between creative control and creative uncontrol is blurred – how apt. The regimented thinking I have inherited from my closed world has led me to think I see and control all when forming a photograph: previsualisations, tonal studies, spot meters, zoom lenses, juxtapositions and poigniant decisive moments. Outcomes are set before the shutter is tripped, indeed before it is thought about being tripped and the image’s fate is sealed. These confining rules towards image making as a photographer contrast with sublime genius: let the conformists define the boundaries whilst you consciously move away from their choices, towards the deep, exotic centres of creative uncontrol, careful to include carelessness.

Post-visualising the Zero exhibit

Jul 4, 2011   //   by Matt   //   Blog, Matt, Random Thoughts  //  No Comments

The Zero exhibition closed last weekend, moments after it opened – as planned The process of placing objects of the participating artists in public spaces, spaces that were selected only by a desire to access a receptive audience, was tinged with excitement, tentativeness and frustration.

Engaging in such a direct way with the public, in the inverted notion of exhibiting art to be discovered and retained by the viewer, bringing the typically observational, enclosed and intimate meeting of object and viewer outside into the strangely non-gallery surroundings, had been thrilling. Yet moments afterwards, with the release of each image as an uncaged bird, each object failed to take flight immediately. They each chose to remain steadfastly static, unmoved and untouched by the masses. Patience is a virtue. Let the tea steep for a few minutes. Yet I am a thirsty man; a puppy straining at his leash. When will it happen?

The uncertainty of the unfolding event in the eyes of the viewers is part of the excitement. Had someone left these frames by accident? Was it some forgotten fruit, to be consigned to the rubbish by civic-minded anti-litterbugs? The tentativeness and reserve of people may have demoted the Found Art experience to a lesser one of Noticed, But Unengaged. Therein lies the frustration: has the experiment failed?

Certainly, a more pointed ‘instruction’ may be required on the reverse of No Gallery objects. To eliminate any suspicious adjectives of ‘lost’, ‘forgotten’ or ‘fly-tipping’, a clear pronouncement of ‘You have found this Art’ seems necessary. Add oregano, stir and serve. Instruct on how to enjoy the item.

Emboldened by the more-than-a-thought-exercise and inner stretching that No Gallery offers to the aesthetic couch-potato, the endorphins aroused in this human have shown how the availability of an audience can make ones Art worth pursuing. Expression requires Reception – private air guitar is empty without the warm pulse of a viewer. My equivalents to air guitar have been sampled, and that is enough to suppress my inner-doubts and allow me to continue to risk failure.




Having the gall, but no gallery…

Jun 30, 2011   //   by Matt   //   Blog, Matt, Random Thoughts  //  No Comments

Show and tell. This was a memorable activity in my school days. Bring in an object or share an experience with the other classroom children: standing up front in the class, by the blackboards, heart racing with adrenaline and shared something that interested and excited me. Questions rose in the minds of the audience, and answers were provided. A fulfilling cycle of communication on a topic I enjoyed. That made an impression – share interests and passions with others.

But as time passes, we put away such childish things. The adult emphasis to internalise ones pride and sense of accomplishment or base thrill of something dulls the senses and leaves one as an island in the great sea of Humanity, unable or unwilling to connect with others, especially in so sensitive an area as ones predilections or choices in Art, Expression and Comment.

Inner voices are hard to ignore. They present the truer self, more closely aligned to ones aspirations and goals than the exterior self on show for the masses. And my inner voice articulates my urge to regain my childhood avenue of expression. My Art, my Vision, my Expression – to share them is to be truer to others as never before in my adult life; openness of my inner expressions in this way seems to satiate an appetite for therapy and closure.

How: how to make real this desire to share with others when no formalised avenues of display or space for ones Ideas and Insights can be attained – who am I to ‘get wall space’ when I am a single unknown voice? Fame and money open doors and recognition: I have none. Cultural gatekeepers selecting and parsing ones oeuvre to filter and dilute the offerings and messages and feelings cannot be permitted. The experiment that is No Gallery offers a way forward, and one that I am delighted to be associated with.

In the coming weeks, sooner rather than later, No Gallery will attempt to make the communication of individual artists possible: a democratised presentation of the Emotions through their chosen mediums. What will happen is unwritten, like any good adventure. Rather than ‘watch this space’, No Gallery aims to make you ‘watch your space’ for unfolding events.