Taking a break from this venue. Seems like Blogs are dead; everybody seems to be only on their iPhones. Thanks. (Oh yeah, there’s still the old-fashioned website too).
I shot this 8×10 metal wet-plate of Dustin a few weeks ago. I shot it with the intention of doing this picture, but just now getting around to it. I saw it in my head. Tonight I shot some stuff in my neighborhood, and just started combining and bleaching.
Caution: pretty intense video. Be warned. This is Chris Jordan’s documentary on how birds eat plastic bottle caps and bags, and it gets caught in their system. I tried to not take home these plastic bags from the deli any more.
Three generations of portrait photographers, in a small town in Belgium. What faces they encountered. Norbert Ghisoland was the first generation.
(Excerpt from Living Buddha, Living Christ. I read this on my phone, on the train, in the mornings. Sets the day. -MT)
5. Aware of the suffering caused by unmindful consumption, I vow to cultivate good health, both physical and mental, for myself, my family, and my society by practicing mindful eating, drinking, and consuming. I vow to ingest only items that preserve peace, well-being, and joy in my body, in my consciousness, and in the collective body and consciousness of my family and society. I am determined not to use alcohol or any other intoxicant or to ingest foods or other items that contain toxins, such as certain TV programs, magazines, books, films, and conversations. I am aware that to damage my body or my consciousness with these poisons is to betray my ancestors, my parents, my society, and future generations. I will work to transform violence, fear, anger, and confusion in myself and in society by practicing a diet for myself and for society. I understand that a proper diet is crucial for self-transformation and for the transformation of society.
In modern life, people think that their body belongs to them and they can do anything they want to it. When they make such a determination, the law supports them. This is one of the manifestations of individualism. But, according to the teachings of emptiness, non-self, and interbeing, your body is not yours alone. It also belongs to your ancestors, your parents, future generations, and all other living beings. Everything, even the trees and the clouds, has come together to bring about the presence of your body. Keeping your body healthy is the best way to express your gratitude to the whole cosmos, to all ancestors, and also not to betray future generations. You practice this precept for everyone. If you are healthy, everyone can benefit from it. When you are able to get out of the shell of your small self, you will see that you are interrelated to everyone and everything, that your every act is linked with the whole of humankind and the whole cosmos. To keep yourself healthy in body and mind is to be kind to all beings. The Fifth Precept is about health and healing.
Hanh, Thich Nhat (2007-03-06). Living Buddha, Living Christ 10th Anniversary Edition (Kindle Locations 1117-1122). Penguin Group. Kindle Edition.
Hopped the MetroNorth upstate to the Hudson Vallery area to Dia Beacon, about 80 miles north of the city. 240,000 square feet of modern art. It was an old Nabisco box-printing factory building. Only photographed part of it before security nabbed me. Missed the giant Warhol room. The whole museum was a giant meditation in white, especially the Richard Ryman area. Also passed this incredible rotting site called Bannerman’s Castle, on an island in the Hudson, seen from the train window.
Someone installed these boom arms on the roof of their building, with strings attached. The vines in the flowerboxes below slowly make their way up the string. Love the colored doors. Near my apartment, this is around 43rd and 10th. My mother would love this.
Competition swimmer, and only heading into the fifth grade next week. Determined. Heart of gold. (with Alison Donalty).
Portrait today of my friend Andrew Hetherington. I think he wears the same model of denim jacket, and wears them out. Just buys another one once it’s shot. 8×10 collodion.
Brett helped find talent here in the city for a shoot. We discovered this great little girl with beautiful eyes. We all got together and created a character with gold bullion, covered wagons, alligator wrestling, and buried treasure. She fell right into it, and never missed a beat.
Lots of these commencement speeches going around. All are good. And this is good. But I find myself watching it over and over; I think I just like his voice. Or maybe because he treated college like I treated college.
From today. She wrote directly on the plate. 8×10 collodion. (Last days of collodion; one more week, if it doesn’t kill me first. It’s been a worthwhile chapter, but it’s almost complete).
A diptych from today’s portrait shoot with Dustin Cohen. I guess tattoos do show up, after all. Thanks to Tricia Scott for art direction and just a fun day, and to Abby Kraftowitz for great technical help with the process. 8″x10″ collodion on black metal.
I read this today. Not sure. I could make a case for either side.
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.” ― Charles Bukowski
Buzzing through the train tunnel today, on the way to the Shuttle to the east side, and it’s rush hour, and gazillions of people, and this guy is stopped to help out a very old Vietnamese woman, who was begging. I wanted to show the buzz of people, only got off one frame; 8 second exposure handheld, so it’s blurred. But if you get a chance to see “I Am”, on Netflix or whatever, you’ll get it about this picture.
Saw the show quickly this morning; little free time. Hopped on the 4. Nice show; small. Made me admire her even more — six children running around, and photography had just been invented. Late 1860’s. Seemed to care more about feeling than exacting technique; she caught hell for that from her peers. (I give her Bonus Points). Fascinating woman. Wet-plate collodion, on clear glass, so she ended up with negatives to print somehow.
Opening room. I included some guy in there, to show scale of that opening poster print image, for the intro.
Lord Tennyson. I guess she knew him personally. The caption talked about how she put that collar on him.
Not sure who this is, but interesting that she staged and propped some of her images.
One of the few “models” that she photographed. She normally only photographed friends and family. Great face though.
Sir John Herschel.
Portrait of Julia Margaret Cameron.
Was on the street last night, on 42nd St, at a Bus Stop. There was an interesting guy sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. I was looking at him thru the bus stop glass. Was too chickenshit to just walk up and stick a camera in his face, and start shooting with a “real camera”. Then I saw this today.
My friend Tamara Reynolds recommended this film. I watched it tonight. Very powerful. Not sure what to even say about it, (other than I need to watch it a few more times). Stream it on Netflix.
Six new videos covering alt-photo processes, from the George Eastman House in Rochester. The one below is for wet-plate collodion. Go to this page to see all six. The one for platinum printing is especially good.
I photographed this interesting man today for a talent casting, for a commercial project. He’s from a small town in Sicily. He told me amazing stories of being a writer as a young man, and living in Paris. I asked him to stay around for a portrait, aside from the job. Great face; great stories. I wish I could display it just like I see it, full bleed, on this 27 inch monitor. The bigger it gets, the better it gets.
© Copyright estate of Jerry Burchfield.
Amazing to me that, after this long in the business, today I hear of a “new” alternative process. At least one I’d never come across before. They are called Lumen Prints, and I don’t know much about the process, other than it might involve expired darkroom silver gelatin paper, and sunlight. But today, Kaden Kratzer posted work by Barbara Dombach; gorgeous work. And then I started digging and found work by Jerry Burchfield; and here is more by Mary Celojko. Here’s another link to Alternative Process site.
Early tests. Window light. 8×10 collodion on metal. Ninety-second exposure.
Roger’s hand, and Abby’s flowers. A New York crew is being trained. Early on, but satisfying.
Roger and Abby’s wind machine. Strobe.
Four gigantic posters in the display windows of Christie’s Auction House today, on 50th Street. You could not walk by without stopping; even printed as posters, they stopped you in your tracks.