Archive | January, 2013

Parian viewpoint…

I returned to Greece last Friday and after a long and uneventful journey I found myself at the “Eleftherios Venizelos” airport, the gateway to Greece.  It was quiet at 16:40 hours on a Saturday.  Aside from my Aegean Air flight, there was only one other craft that seemed to be in use, a KLM A320 parked at the terminal.  This speaks to both the slower winter season and the decision for other airline companies to curtail their schedules into this country, a nation hit hard by both the global economic crisis and a media-fed-fear of governmental instability.  While the economics are true, the other claim holds no water.  This is a land of change and transition and so many people are preferring to sit on the sidelines and watch the drama unfold.

It was raining and the skies were lead-grey.  I hailed a taxi and as we headed towards the city I was struck by how green everything had become since my departure in December.  The traditional music coming out of the small radio  made my heart melt and run like the rain.  As we sped along the motorway, the driver handed me an orange.  “From my garden–this morning”, he said.

Change is a difficult stage of life for any organism, whether it is a country or an individual.  The best course of action is to change the dynamic.  When an old path isn’t working, one does not stay on the same road and travel with more verve.  One takes a turn at the next crossing, thus expanding the journey.  If one has a philosophy that is dear, it is important to keep this philosophy as a compass and at the same time open up prospects for new and exciting ways to implement the fundamentals.  12 years ago I grew weary of the career in which I had been laboring.  Instead of finding a new niche within that  limited community I shifted gears and turned off the main road and connected with a new highway.  Now I am in Greece, practicing my skills and craft in photography.  The remnants of the old ways are gone, leaving only memories and an ability to create this marvelous dish.   I can only offer advice based on my own experiences.  When something isn’t working, get out of the way and take a new road.  After all, change is the only true constant in the Universe.  Photography is the same.  There are so many variables within the craft, especially with the added tools of the digital medium.  It would be foolish and arrogant to discount them in an attempt to hold onto some mythological idea.

Speaking of that, I had a change of heart recently regarding the noted photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson.  When he said, “In order to give meaning to the world, one has to feel oneself involved in what he frames. This attitude requires concentration, a discipline of mind, sensitivity, and a sense of geometry”  I have to applaud.   I agree wholeheartedly but it was disappointing to watch the documentary, ‘The Impassioned Eye’ .  This film revealed that he cared little for, and avoided at all costs, the developing of his film and printing of his images, a part of the journey that I feel is so important to the photographic life.  I believe that he was little more than a guy with a camera in the right place at the right time.  A small bubble has burst, but a bubble nonetheless.  Now I am a little more free than I was.  Change is good and necessary.  Change is essential.

A view of Agios Phokas, Paros.

A view of Agios Phokas, Paros.

“There is no spoon…”

Leica M8, Voigtlander 75mm, ISO 320, f/10, 1/125

Leica M8, Voigtlander 75mm, ISO 320, f/10, 1/125

We are at the tail-end of our traditional January thaw and I have been taking advantage of the sunlight and warmer days, exposing a lot of film and driving around taking pictures of barns, specifically the worn and weathered wood and metal fittings that adorn them.  In the past few years many structures have undergone extensive renovations and finding the older, more run-down buildings is becoming difficult.  I have had some success, however, and I will be bringing at least 15 sheets of negatives back to Paros for the spring.  These are all close-up images and, I suppose, could be filed under ‘abstract work’.  I think of them as realist photography and that the symbolic nature of the aging materials is on parallel with the concept of ‘memento mori‘.   Granted, there are no skulls or obvious symbols of mortality in my photos, but I feel that the natural changes of the constructive elements follow a similar philosophical thread.

I have fallen in love with the Voigtlander 75mm lens that I am using on my Leica M8.  It is fast, crisp and the compression of the image is a a relief after the relative wide-angles of the 35 and 50mm lenses in my bag.  It is, for the moment, my lens of choice.  I am enjoying employing shorter focal lengths and it is ideal for hyper-focusing.  The camera I have ben using for the MF work has been a Rolleicord belonging to my friend Carol Yeager.  I will return it next week before I depart for Greece.  I like this little gem.  It is the consumer model of its more technical Rolleiflex big brother.  The glass is clear, bright and, once again, I am enjoying its shorter focal length abilities.  Thank you Carol.

I was at a meeting of the 14th Colony Arts Group the other day and chatted with another artist in regards to emerging talent, foundational work and all that.  I kept it simple and did not get too worked up, but something she said bothered me.  I was speaking about how important I felt it was for artists/craftspeople/skilled artisans to have a firm foundation from which to progress. She said she wasn’t so sure of that and that many young people are “doing interesting things.”  I am sure they are.  She reminded me of someone who stresses the ‘thinking outside the box’ mentality.  I promised to get back to this in the January 3rd blog entry, and so I will.  For me, it is simple:

A fundamental understanding of any set of skills or abilities is necessary to create anything of real artistic beauty and value.  Every craftsperson I know (read: artist, bricklayer, poet, sailor) has a strong work ethic, devotion to the craft and a willingness to return to that foundation as an anchor before setting off on their journey.  They have also began their journeys as beginners.  To assume that one can ‘think outside the box’  a priori is, I feel, false.  This is the proof:  one cannot think outside the box successfully unless one is knowledgable of its contents.  Therefore, fundamentals, foundational experience and education are essential.   After that, one can and, I hope, will create whatever he or she wishes.

I cooked professionally for many years.  I did not start off at the top or somewhere in the middle.  I began as a dishwasher and worked my way up.  Now I am a photographer practicing my skills and craft.  When I began this stage of my journey I could not roll a piece of film on a reel.  Now I compute complex mathematical formulae based on time, temperature, chemistry and film stock when I work in the darkroom.  I do this in my head and I do it almost without thinking. This did not happen overnight.  Because of practice and education my axis of creativity is greater than it was 10, or even 3, years ago.  The odd feeling is that the more I try to ‘think outside the box’,  the roomier I find ‘the box’ to be.  I am learning that thinking ‘outside the box’ is impossible.  There is no box.  There is no spoon.  (Sorry if there is a preceding ad.  Good clip, though.)

JDCM

 

 

More New Year’s ramblings…

Leica M8, Voigtlander 75mm lens, f/3.4, 1/125 sec, ISO 320

Leica M8, Voigtlander 75mm lens, f/3.4, 1/125 sec, ISO 320

It is bitter cold outside.  This morning the thermometer read -6F.  The sun is out and the snow is all but blinding as I look out the kitchen window at the frozen pond and the string of suet cages hanging in the still morning air.  The usual suspects are pecking away, probably using as much energy to fly back and forth from their nests as they are in the eating.

I depart America in about 3 weeks.  It has been a good visit so far and I have been reminded by its truncated duration of the decision I made a few months ago: to leave this place.  I am only a visitor now.  Yes, I have an office where I am typing this post, a bedroom where I sleep, a makeshift darkroom where I can develop film and even make prints if need be.  I even have a car.  While sitting at the table this morning, watching the birds and drinking my coffee, the thought went through my head that I had better get packing.  It is time to go.  Time to go home.  Time to go back to Paros and the home I am making for myself.  Everything is as it should be here, whether I like it or not.  I have a few tasks to take care of and my conscience will be clear.   Yet I am still in limbo.

And what is next…?  I really haven’t a clue.  I have some ideas, some concepts of the possibilities, but there is nothing firm, nothing definite in any of them.  Photography, painting, hiking…these aspects are in the mix.  Teaching?  I have no idea nor would I assume.  The Camino del Santiago in the autumn?  Moving to Athens, enrolling in language school…?  Once again, nothing to hang my hat on.  The only thing for sure is that that I have some airline tickets booked on certain dates and I have to be there to board the plane or I miss the flight.  Whatever happens in between is a crapshoot.

The 17th century philosopher and mathematician Blaise Pascal wrote, “We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.”  I’ll write some more about uncertainty and not knowing later.  Hmmm…I just thought of something,  something I have been bitter about for a while.   Last summer I walked in a conversation and the subject was how sad it was that ‘he’ had not achieved self-actualization by the time ‘he’ was 35…I am just paranoid enough to think that those folks were talking about me.  If this is true I can only respond that I find it terribly boring that one would be “actualized” by the time they were 35.   What purpose then further growth?  I think this ‘actualized’ idea is just another post-modern trap perpetrated to help with the easy pigeon-holing of the human spirit.  Kind of like “finding your voice.”

JDCM