“Much nonsense is divinest sense.”-Emily Dickinson
I remember in graduate school trying to articulate in a critique (and
badly I may say) that I was interested in creating on canvas the same kind of
feel that a 78rpm record can engender—the way the sound emerges from a noisy
maelstrom. I believe I was trying to
recapture a childhood memory of listening to obsolete shellac discs-- possibly
that first awareness that there was something bigger, fuller, more interesting,
and (probably more dangerous) out there; more than I had imagined my future
could be.
I never did figure out how to create that kind of haunting
resonance in paint (though I tried and failed repeatedly), yet that
center did not vanish. It’s the background jumble,
the disorder, the big mess, and the nonsense that attracts my sensibilities.
I’m watching the kitchen door as it were and finding it much more interesting
than the parade out front.
Last week I rambled into Fairmount. I nearly passed this one by,
perhaps because I fear repeating myself. When I shoot film, I find I’m much
more selective about what I photograph. I slow down (even more!) and really
examine what’s in the viewfinder and think about what the final print may look
like, yet something told me “Go ahead.”
Title: Dangling Conversation
Size: 8” x 12” @240 dpi
Location:
19th and Spring Garden vicinity
Camera:
Nikon F100
Lens:
35-70mm Nikkor Zoom
Film:
Kodak Portra 400, 35mm color
Develop:
Lab
Scan:
Epson V500 (scanned as black and white)
Adjustments
and slight crop in Photoshop
Printer:
Epson 3880
Proof:
Canon Pixma Glossy II
