Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tell me everything, as you remember it.


Bas Jan Ader, I'm Too Sad To Tell You, 1971, 16mm, 4 min 34 sec © Mary Sue Ader-Andersen



David Horvitz, Rarely Seen Bas Jan Ader Film, 2006, Black and White Lost Film Footage, Looped Film, Courtesy of the Artist

These works on view at the CRL in an exhibition entitled, Tell Me Everything, As You Remember It, curated by Leona Scull-Hons.

See a screening of Here Is Always Somewhere Else, the critically acclaimed documentary about enigmatic Dutch/Californian artist Bas Jan Ader (1942-1975), whose daring conceptual performances culminated in his mysterious disappearance at sea, Thursday, October 29, 7:00-9:00PM at the CRL.

Weekly Picture 166


Soft Drinks, Jack in the Box, Lamar Blvd, Austin, TX 10.13.2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Vivian Maier





Photographs by Vivian Maier, (1926-2009). John Maloof purchased a collection of 40,000 negatives at a furniture and antique auction.
Here is his blog of her photographs. Via Kottke.

Weekly Picture 165


Mum, Spring High School Reunion, Spring, TX 10.09.2009

Friday, October 2, 2009

Frog Calls

Frog Calls from Shannon Spurgeon on Vimeo.


Video by Barry Stone, Commissioned for GulfofMexico.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

These Americans; Trajan Drive Collection: 1953 - 1956





These Americans is a new website that features collections vernacular photographs from the fine folks at American Suburb X.

Why are anonymous snapshots so interesting? Is it because of the fragmentary histories they offer of other's lives? What can we learn from these staccato glimpses? We can dip into the lives of others without the messiness of physical proximity and within the safety that distance of history provides.

Is it the seemingly endless varieties of new visual languages that seem to be invented by those unencumbered by convention, theory, and the discourse of photography? I think it is this reprieve from context that intrigues me most. No matter what box you rifle through at the flea market, you are virtually guaranteed to find something surprising, and uncommonly beautiful even amongst the most seemingly pedestrian of collections. I also love the plethora of subjects and random juxtapositions one creates as we pull photographs one by one from an old dusty box of prints or slides. In the future will subsequent generations be culling photographs from grandma's dusty hard drive? I hope that they will be able to open those antiquated files.

When looking at collections of vernacular images at the flea market or garage sales, one sees images largely unedited. This was special gift of traditional drug store prints, one would print the entire roll, and usually keep all the images. The images that didn't make it into the album are filed away in the box, and here to the connoisseur is where the real gems reside. These images where accidents and awkward poses mirror languages explored by contemporary practitioners. At These Americans.com we see a curated look at those images that did not necessarily make into the family album. Despite their intention (or lack there of), these photographs exhibit a resonance with contemporary practices. Whose history then are we then witnessing? Is it a glimpse into American Family life or a series of aesthetic coincidences assembled by someone will versed and rehearsed in pictorial convention, theory, and photographic discourse? Does curation make the images more interesting or kill it for you?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Weekly Picture 164


Climbing Wall, Cape Charles, VA 8.13.2009