2012-04-24

I wanted it to be complicated and it was.




Did you hear the one about a collector suing W. Eggleston for selling new enlarged prints of old photographs and thus diminishing their commercial value? read it here. Is it time to reopen the discussion about  photographic reproduction ? 
Is it time to talk about the possible senility of W.Eggleston and how he is being squeezed dry by his son?

I bought Art in America dated March 12 today and found out that Jan Groover passed away in January. She was on my list. She could produce beautiful still life which incomprehensible nature put Groover on an artist path rather than a commercial one.  I think I first saw one of her images in Select Magazine .This iconic 80's (and still going) portfolio of commercial photographers was for me the bible of the photography industry, with the most creative photographers around the world displayed in an incredibly well directed, edited and printed large size, 300 matt paper pages, once a year volume. it was for me pure advertising porn, when advertising was one of the most exciting media to illustrate the energy born from counter culture. Remember that Memorex tapes advert with Pete Murphy from Bauhaus? THAT time, THAT energy; a time when Eggleston was virtually unknown in Europe and left to shoot light bulb and tricycle while high on MET.




2012-04-21

2012-04-02

snake and ladder







Until I was 9 years old, virtually all of my school vacations were spent in an old aunt's property in the hamlet just bellow my grand-parents farm, in the Southern Alps. The South is prosperous ground for all sorts of snake, particularly viper snakes. In fact, my parents had a dead viper in a jar filled with formaldehyde. It stood on the top of a red painted dresser in the main large living room where my brother and I slept. When I kissed my mother good night, laying in bed, I could see the jar in the distance behind her. I think my parents were rather proud of their viper, in a curiosity cabinet kind of way. Up the hill, my grand-mother Alice devoted much of her summer time to put fruits and vegetables in jars for the winter months. My grand-father had many stories of vipers and I, myself nearly stepped on one once (vipers tend to slide away at the sound of human steps), and every walk in long grass or near water would be accompanied by the sound of: "watch out for vipers, stamp your feet, use a stick...". No one I know was never bitten, but stories are often more powerful than facts (hello Jesus) and in all good order, I have developed a phobia of snakes. But you know how much fears and attractions go hand in hand, I am fascinated by anything floating in a murky liquid  and contained in a glass jar; onions, eyeballs, tattoos and foetus. Everything looks good behind a layer of glass. and there is just no better way so far to just stare at death. that would make a brilliant App for the  i pad 5.
Will I or won't I take my daughter to see the Damien Hirst retrospective at london Tate Modern, that is the not so trivial question of the week.




Alice's preserves-2009


 
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