Thursday, May 26, 2011

The End: Images From Senior BFA Exhibition

In the one hundred and seventy some odd years since the invention of the photograph, the medium has evolved as a science, an art, and as a cultural participant. Never before have we know such ease in the documentation of our lives. We are narcissistic beings entranced by the ability to reveal the intricacies of our lives to the world. We assemble personal narratives that allow us to dictate how others see us. Everything is editable. Just as much can be said about what we choose to omit as what we choose to include. The idea that a photograph brings validation to a time, a place, and event, has become deeply imbedded in our lives.

The people and places I photograph are familiar to me if not intimate parts of my life. The images walk a thin line between the staged and the candid. They are glorified snapshots. Teetering between personal nostalgia and cinematic storyline, the photographs form a narrative with associations only loosely implied. The questions that arise in the absence of information and the innately missing elements of the narrative are an essential component of the work. Light and shadow work to reinforce the tension between the seen and the unseen and perpetuate the duality of the sinister and the beautiful. We assert reality as what we can see. But, still, we cling to the belief that things remain even as darkness absorbs them. Similarly, we draw conclusions from what information we are given and project our own ideas and emotions onto the work. The lingering question of façade unites the work, as does the repeated reference to the everyday.

The mundane has inherent significance as it relates to our personal lives and relationships. It forms the vastest portion of our experiences. The everyday is who we are when we think no one is watching. The documentation and elevation of the ordinary and the familiar in my work serve as expressions of sentiment. Feelings of longing and melancholy are punctuated by aesthetic appreciation and attention to the beautiful. The photographs are a constructed memorial to the time and place in which I currently reside. They stagnantly reference the fluidity of life. Nothing is permanent and nothing is exactly as it seems.

This body of work combines an intellectual assessment of the photographic medium and documentation of the everyday with emotional expression and story telling. It is the culmination of a desire to express the love and frustration I feel towards my home in the South and my analysis of the cultural implications of the digital photograph.










Thursday, April 14, 2011

FASA Show in Greenville

The Clemson Fine Arts Student Association had a chance to use this amazing space in the arts district downtown Greenville to show some student artwork a few weekends ago. There was a fabulous turnout and some really great art! Here are my three framed entries on their "oh so distressed" but beautiful wall.

Paige Glenn did a fabulous job organizing the show and I am glad I got some framing practice out of the way as I now have less than two weeks to build sixteen frames for my BFA senior show...

And speaking of my show! It is a group show of graduating seniors, Andraya Zavakos, Bradley Poole, Mollie Adams, Ellen Mundy, Sarah Johnson and myself. It runs Easter Sunday through the 29th of April. Reception is Friday the 29th from 6-8.

More details to come!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

35mm Memories and Such

Ah, 35mm black and white film.

Yes. There was a lot more time involved in development. Yes. I acquired many a whole in my clothing from chemicals. Yes. My pupils freaked out from the running back and forth from darkroom to critique space. But, it was such a simpler time. Everything was... black and white.


Lamp and Emily


Sunday, March 13, 2011

Return to the Backyard

These photographs are old. By my standards at least. I shot them a couple of years ago in the backyard of my parents' house. I had little experience with the 4x5 camera and resorted to a gut instinct when determining exposure times. It was night and I hijacked a few garage lights from my dad and let them illuminate only those subjects within their shallow range. The light was sucked into the darkness beyond a certain distance where the open space of the backyard offered nothing to reflect it.

Light. It reveals and conceals. It alters our perception and plays tricks on our minds by way of our eyes. We assert reality as what we can see. But still we cling to the belief that things remain even as darkness absorbs them. We close our eyes and the world does not drop away. We have faith that things must exist in the dark so that we can see them in the light. In a way, darkness exists so that by contrast there is light.

The simplest of our innate associations ties lightness to the good and darkness to evil. And so does mutual reliance exist in the relationship of the good and the bad. In the same way light emerges from the dark, so does goodness from evil. Goodness exist only by comparison to that which it is not.

These images rely formally and contextually on the contrast of light and dark. A beautiful young girl is revealed in the expanse of black. Her posture is classically theatrical. Is her pose accidental or meant to be seen? Without the attention of the light, she would melt into the void of the unseen. She seems unaware of the lights betrayal of her privacy though her body is perfectly static. She is frozen. Frozen in the confines of a suburban backyard clothed in a dress reminiscent of a 50s house wife.

She exists in the darkness with no choice but to reflect the light.


To my beautiful sister, Emily:
I will never stop shining light on you.

SPE 2010 Conference in ATL


I spent the past few days sleeping on the floor of a hotel room all for the sake of photography. The Society for Photographic Education annual conference was held in Atlanta, GA this year and I made the two hour car ride with several other photo kids to listen to some lectures and check out work by other students. Key note speakers included Abelardo Morell during whose lecture I took these lovely iPhone photos.

Check out that chandelier... and mustache.

It was an interesting couple of days and made me want to drop everything (maybe even my pants) and go photograph.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Jenna Puking...


Poor little sister got a stomach bug. Even worse for her, I had my camera. And if the thought of actual vomit isn't enough to make your belly turn, just look at all those colors. A linen closet's battle scars from the childhoods and adolescences of three girls...

At sixteen, my room was lime green with pink polka-a-dot bedding. What the hell was I thinking? I'd like to think that I have a more sophisticated sensibility now though, the remnants of poor taste make for an interesting picture. 

Monday, February 28, 2011

Carpeting




Ah. The subtle jaundice of standard apartment carpeting. Its not too far off from the color of my February flesh. Delicious all around. Bruised legs melting into the stained and musty carpet of some completely unbrilliant home-like setting... run away little legs.

Floral Couch/Blonde Hair

Again with the hair...

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Hair


"Hair in the Grass" 2010
Original title, no?


This image was shot this past fall. It got me thinking about the physicality of the relationship between figure and setting. There is something very visceral about the intersection of grass and hair.

I am obsessed with hair.

"But a delicate taste of wit or beauty must always be a desirable quality; because it is the source of all the finest and most innocent enjoyments, of which human nature is susceptible." -David Hume, On the Standard of Taste


"Suffocate" 2010