Monday, 17 January 2011
Sunday, 16 January 2011
ALISON - BY JACK RADCLIFFE
The sheer immensity of art such as this reveals its richness, I considered posting a selection of images and a link to the original project, but it wouldn't do the project a shade of justice. I've found that the beauty of art lies in the process, and what could be more compelling than 32 years of dedication to the process that defines us all?(http://www.behance.net/gallery/Alison/49837)
When my daughter Alison was born, in the tradition of a new parent, I began to photograph her, initially in a separate and private body of work. However, in the process of documenting Alison's growth, I developed a passionate interest in human relationships and capturing intimate moments in the lives of family and friends.
This affected my photography in a profound way. Rather than the isolated subjects of my earlier work, I became interested in the strength of relationships, oftentimes using personal environments to amplify those conditions.
My photographs of Alison, because of the nature of our relationship, are very much a father-daughter collaboration-Alison permitting me access to private moments of our life, which might, under different circumstances, be off-limits to a parent. The camera, early in her life, became part of our relationship, necessitating in me an acceptance, a quietness. We've never had long photographic sessions, but rather moments alone or with friends.
The significance of these pictures emerges in retrospect. I realize as I look at them, that I created a visual life story of Alison, capturing moments in her metamorphosis from infant to woman-her relationships with friends, her rebellion, and underlying it all, her relationship with me, a constant throughout her life. I wanted to photograph her in all her extremes, and to be part of these times in her life without judging or censoring. Only in this way would I have a true portrait of Alison.
TONY GERVINO - YOU CAN DUNCE IF YOU WANT TO
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Here’s what happened last weekend: I woke up, read the Times, had nine cups of coffee, a bowl of chocolate Lucky Charms, and then went to the gym. While I was there, Arizona congresswoman Gabby Giffords and several other innocent people were shot, some killed, by a ruined individual.I was sad, naturally, and furious at that state, which seems to be the prow on incivility’s ship over the past few years. There are aspects of Arizona that I like—its iced tea beverages, for one, my friend Jeremy, for another. But the parts that I don’t care for are greater in number, and they neatly encapsulate everything I dislike about the country—an ignorant, gun-wielding populace that likes to wave the American flag and then behave in every single manner contrary to its founding principles. In just a few short years, Arizona has completely lapped, Secretariat-style, Florida as the state I would most like to donate to Mexico. (Congratulations, Mom, you don’t have to learn to speak Spanish.)
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