“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
Scan: Epson V500 (scanned as black and white)
Adjustments and slight crop in Photoshop
Printer: Epson 3880
Proof: Canon Pixma Glossy II