Archive for the ‘black and white’ Category

Someone at The Exposure Project picked up on a dangling comment I made over on the Hey, Hot Shot! blog last week: The author went on: I want to know what you think. Where does the tenuous line between compassion and indifference in photographic portraiture meet? What makes one artist’s portrayal necessarily more sensitive than […]


Go.  Go see Hiroshi Sugimoto at Gagosian in Chelsea. Ligurian Sea, Saviore, 1993 N. Pacific Ocean, Stinson Beach, 1994 Lake Superior, Eagle River, 2003 For reasons that shall remain unnamed from this point forward, my family stopped going to church when I was 7 or 8. Still we’re all pretty spiritual people and have found […]


the cut path

14Nov08

Both images above are from John Mann‘s series the cut path. I wrote about his folded in place series over on the Hey, Hot Shot! blog but am having a harder time figuring these out…. For some reason, they are sticking with me more than the maps though.


I am totally blown away by Michael Lundgren‘s Transfigurations. They are made up of all the things that keep me awake at night. As if I didn’t miss the West enough already, they are like coming home.  And they are like falling into a place that I will never know, or once I do know, […]


The nature and tone of recent news and election coverage made me dig up David James Duncan‘s collection of essays and short stories, My Story As Told By Water, for the passage strategic withdrawal. (DJD is required reading for anyone who lives, lived or wants to live in the Pacific Northwest but really is good […]


Yesterday I was informed that it was the Autumnal Equinox and that it was the day of perfect balance and harmony between light and shadow and day and night. And, if I believed that the stars would save my life, that would have been the day… (sigh…) And even though I don’t believe that the […]


One of the things I’ve been looking most forward to seeing this fall in NY is the Giorgio Morandi retrospective show at The Met. It was a happy surprise to come across a Vija Celmins quote in Peter Schjeldahl’s New Yorker review of the show, “Tables for One.” Celmins’ (an all-time personal favorite artist) and […]