# 5917-18 / kichen sink•the new snapshot ~ pruning flowers

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I HAVE COMPLETED ORGANIZING-into a separate folder-MY RECENT-ish kitchen sink pictures (29 pictures). Together with another 16 pictures to be moved to that folder, my total number of pictures in the kitchen sink body of work is 45 pictures. The next challenge is to pick 20 pictures to print for a kitchen sink presentation folio.

An interesting thought occurred to me while I was organizing the kitchen sink pictures. The thought was that the work could easily be titled Playing in Jan Groover's Garden.

That thought was very late coming to mind inasmuch as I was made aware of Groover's Kitchen Still Life work in the early 1980s when I was advising-re: technical / hardware photography things-the author of the The New Color Photography book. Despite that fact, I never once over the intervening years consciously thought about / considered the idea that I was, as they say, standing on Groover's shoulders.

That written, Groover's work and my work could legitimately be considered to be variants of a flower species (sticking with the garden metaphor)in as much as our referents are very similar. However, our pictures are distinctly different. For one thing, mine are "found" still life pictures while hers are "made" / constructed pictures. For another thing, Groover's pictures are more "warmly romantic" whereas mine might be considered to be "cooly analytical".

In any event, the KITCHEN SINK gallery on my WORK page will be updated within the next week.

PS another possible canidate for the BAKER'S Dozen: GRANDKIDS submission:

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# 5914-16 / the new snapshot•kitchen sink/life ~ I've learned my lesson well

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BACK HOME AFTER MY WEEK IN MAINE. Barely settled back in and I'm packing for my week-starting this Sunday-at the South Jersey Shore. The 2 places on the Atlantic Ocean could not be more different - the Maine shore is rocky and cool, the Jersey shore is sandy and hot / humid (and my burden to bear). Then, at the end of the Jersey week, it's straight to Rist Camp for 6 weeks-with a stop at home to pick up the cat. The end of the Rist Camp sojourn will complete the San Diego, CA. / Santa Fe, NM / Pittsburgh, PA / Damariscotte, MN / Stone Harbor, NJ / Newcomb, NY ramble.

I am hoping that my stay at Rist Camp-on an isolated, hill-top overlooking the mountains and a lake-will provide me with some much needed quiet / restful time for contemplation, re: my relationship with photography / picture making. Specically, addressing both my relationship with this blog and the notion of aggressively seeking gallery representation for one or more of my bodies of work.

In the cause of seeking gallery representation, I am purchasing a new printer for use in creating folios of exhibition quality prints of several of my bodies of work. First up being my kitchen sink and quotidian work, starting with updates to those galleries on my WORK page. FYI, I am first concentrating on those bodies of work cuz I believe them to be my strongest and most cohesive bodies of work and bodies of work for which I can pursue the making of pictures on a regular basis.

Re: this blog - it will most likely sputter along as it has been during the recent past. That is, without a specific intent or direction. However, my desire is to keep the focus on the medium and it apparatus (aka: practices and conventions) as opposed to gear obsession-ala VSL-or a journal of the trials and tribulations of my personal life-ala TOP-cuz, (paraphrasing Ricky Nelson) if that were all there was to write, I rather drive a truck..

PS After my recent selection for Mike Johnston's Baker's Dozen: In the Museum, I am prepping a few picture candidates for a possible submission to Baker's Dozen: Grandkids:

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# 5839-41 / civilized ku•the new snapshot ~ labels are for soup cans

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IN A RECENT ENTRY ON T.O.P. MIKE JOHNSTON MADE a stab, re: defining the idea of "fine art photographer" and "fine art photography". All things considered, he did a reasonable job of it. That written, it got me to thinking about my own self / work....

....inasmuch as, coincidentally, I had been, one might accurately write, festering / pondering upon putting a label on my recent travel pictures. Is it art? Is it documentary-ish? Is it artful snapshots? And, ultimately, does it matter what label I put on it cuz, other than me, who cares?

AN ASIDE To set the record straight, in the dark, murky, cobweb filled recesses of my mind, I consider myself to be a "fine-art" photographer. Although, for public consumption purposes I label myself as a "simple" (humble) picture maker. That's cuz, in part, I deem it to be rather presumptuous to declare that I am a fine-art photographer cuz that implies that my pictures are "fine art". A value judgement that is best left up to the opinion of those who view my pictures. END ASIDE

Re: putting a label on my recent travel pictures. The thing that got me to thinking about the pictures I made during my recent travels came down to this: when I travel, my primary picture making intention is to make pictures of what I see. That is, to create a record of my travel experiences. Although I still attempt to make such pictures with my primary picture making aesthetic-line, shape, tonal / color values, et al in mind-it is primarily a documentary exercise of sorts in which the depicted referent is what the pictures are "about".

That "documentary" M.O. differs from that of my "fine art' picture making M.O. inasmuch as the depicted referents in those pictures are not what the pictures are "about". That is, my "fine art" are about how I see, not what I see. It could be written that I picture quotidian referents in order that the depicted referent, aka: what I see, does not "get in the way" of how I see, which, ultimately, is what my "fine art" pictures are "about".

All of that written, I guess that my little hill of beans label festering was just a tempest in my personal teapot. That's cuz, no matter what label I choose to put on myself or my pictures, the only thing that matters is the work itself.

5816-21 / the new snapshot•civilized ku•new mexico ~ off the beaten track

IN A COMMENT LEFT BY MIKE (no link provided), re: my recent travels, he wrote:

"...It's clear to me you stuck to the tourist locations and didn't experience much off the beaten track."

my response: In fact, when the wife and I travel, we never "stick to the tourist locations" (unless you count museums as such). That does not mean, as an example, we do not visit the Eiffel Tower when in Paris, it means we spend most of our time in Paris roaming / exploring "off the beaten track". We are most interested in experiencing "local" color and culture. And to be honest, avoiding the tourist crowds. All of which is also why-except for an in-transit overnight-we never stay in hotels.

That written, in today's entry are some-there many more-of the many examples of local color and culture the wife and I experienced on our recent travel. All of them are pictures made well off the beaten track.

Re: Mike's comment also included the rather snarky suggestion that:

"Maybe you should stay home in New York in the future since your comments about California and the West are so negative in tone."

To be perfectly clear, I have no problem with Mike's comment. However, I do find it odd that he left the comment on an entry in which I wrote:

"...after a few days-pleasant days to be sure-of wandering around the place..." and "...enjoying the sights, especially the many museums which have a very SouthWest indigenous-Native American / early Spainish-art bent. Or, in other words, it don't suck by any means."

That written, in a future entry I will address the part about my recent travel entries being "negative in tone". Not to contravene his point, but rather to explain my koyaanisqatsi-like additude toward much of life in these United States.

# 5730-32 / the new snapshot (gas stations) ~ making sense

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A FEW ENTRIES BACK, I WROTE, re: my gas station pictues:

"...I believe that my hesitency to embrace this project is the fact that I do not have a clear-in-my-head project intent. That is to write, that, were I to be pressed to write an artist statement, re: this project, at this point it would be a rather rambling, un-focused statement."

That statement incited a response form Thomas Rink:

"Is an artist statement or a written concept really required? Visual aesthetics does not work on a conceptual (language) level - a picture says more than a thousand words...so, is an artist statement essentially no more than a means to combat our fear not to "make sense" to others?

I have forever been an advocate of/for the artist statement. Whenever I have felt compelled to write / speak in defense of the artist statement, it has usually been as a response the idiotic opinion that a picture that needs words is a failure. That written, let me be a bit more specific about my feelings, re: the artist statement.

First and foremost, iMo, an artist statemnt should be, as the saying goes, short and sweet. And, it should refrain from attempting to "explain" anything about the photo(s) which accompany the statement other than to inform-avoiding pretentious artspeak-a viewer about what instigated the picture maker's desire to make the photo(s). In other words, never, ever put thoughts in a viewer's mind about what the photo(s) "mean".

As an example, an artist statement, re: my gas station pictures, might read something like this...

THERE USED TO BE MEN (AND WOMEN) IN COVERALLS
(WITH GREASY HANDS)

While driving with a friend, I noticed the need to get some petrol. As we approached a "new fangled" gas station cum mini maxi mart, the thought occurred to me that, in my life time, the manner in which I/we got petrol had changed considerably.

As a result of that change, the landscape has, in many places, become littered with relics of the places where we used to get petrol. Many of these relics are abandoned, a few still sell petrol and a few have been repurposed for other business pursuits. In any event, the fact is that most of these "traditional" gas stations have literally disappeared.

While I have pictured some "traditional" gas station remains, I have not been able to picture the men and women in coveralls (with greasy hands) who have completely disappeared from the gas station landscape inasmuch as one no longer needs to interact with a human while getting petrol.

After reading the above artist statement, it is then up to a viewer to "make sense" of what the pictures "mean" to him/her self. To engage in deduction, speculation, and fantasy based upon what he/she brings, life experience and knowledge, to the viewing. Or, as Paul Strand stated:

"Every artist I suppose has a sense of what they think has been the importance of their work. But to ask them to define it is not really a fair question. My real answer would be, the answer is on the wall.

# 5715-19 / civilized ku (gas stations) ~ going, going, gone

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EVEN AS I CONTINUE TO ADD more gas station pictures to my collection I have still not decided to formally commit to the project. Dispite the lack of commitment, I have, nevertheless, given the project a tentative title, there used to be guys in coveralls with greasy hands. Although, it turns out, with some research, that there used to be gals in coveralls with greasy hands.

In any event, I believe that my hesitency to embrace this project is the fact that I do not have a clear-in-my-head project intent. That is to write, that, were I to be pressed to write an artist statement, re: this project, at this point it would be a rather rambling, un-focused statement. And, I most definitely want to have of body of work that evidences a consistent visual characteristic...which, at this time, is a somewhat deadpan picture making approach. An approach which, when coupled to my the new snapshot technique, seems to be a very valid visual picture making / presentation manner of picturing.

All of that written, it is quite possible that I am over-thinking the whole thing. Guess I'll just have to give it some more thought. And, keep making more gas station pictures.

FYI, I made the top-most picture in this entry as a quite possible cover picture for a quite possible photo book inasmuch as it does illustrate one of the themes of this maybe project. That is, the fact that "traditional" gas stations are disappearing due to the fact that corporate America has decided that "super"-10-12 pump-it-yourself gas pumps-gas stations accompanied by a "mini" mart-to include a made-to-order deli, seating booths, a very modest grocery selection, and every candy, junk food known to humankind and a slection of a zillion bottles of carbonated soda, water, and, of corse, beer, are what Americans want.

The picture in question has an abandoned and stripped bare former gas station in the foreground with a "super" gas station directly behind it across the street. Sorta a living and the dead picture.

# 5643-47 / "civilized" ku•the new snapshot•Jersey Shore ~ funky nostalgia

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ADDED A NEW GALLERY, RETRO WILDWOOD, TO MY WORK page.

Every year, when I go to Stone Harbor on the South Jersey Shore, I spend some time visiting nearby Wildwood with the sole intent of picturing the 50's era architecture and signage. Some of which has been restored, some of which is in the state of slow decline.

This year it is my intent to picture the Morey's Amusement Piers on the ocean-front boardwalk. Morey's Amusement Piers date back to 60s but prior to that time, one of the Morey brothers was a contractor / developer who built most of the funky "Doo Wop"-style motels that are the objects of my Wildwood picturing desires.

FYI, when I first began to visit the South Jersey SHore (mid-90s). Wildwood was a run-down dump of a place. Kudos to the town for the restoration and revitalization of the town without destroying all of its funky past.

# 5589-5602 / civilized ku•the new snapshot ~ the better part of 2 weeks worth

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BEEN KINDA DISTRACTED, BLOG WISE OVER, the past 2 weeks or so. Making and buying stuff for Xmas gift giving, working at staying emotionally connected to a Covid Xmas, making pictures, Xmas day itself and, amongst other things, buying a new car.

Interesting thing about the car...inasmuch as I have been working on my seeing red body of work, we acquired a red (not just any old red but rather an extra-cost option crystal metalic soul red) car - the first non-black car we have owned in over 15 years. However, the choice of red was not due to my recent seeing red work. The choice was dictated by the idea that, if we were to buy a car made by this particular maker, the car color would have to be that maker's signature color.

In any event, lest I slide down a pool-table, shed-building, diet-story rabbit hole, what follows is a bit about photography...

At some point over the past couple weeks I came across a guy writing about a photograph and whether it might be, theoretically, a picture he would hang on his wall. One consideration was based upon the idea that the picture had a lot of depth. An idea that has always set off a clamor of wrong-answer buzzers in my head because...

surprise, surprise (to many)... A PHOTOGRAPHIC PRINT HAS NO DEPTH. QUITE TO THE CONTRARY, IT IS A FLAT AS A PANCAKE, PAPER THIN 2-DIMENSIONAL OBJECT.

Why does the idea of "depth" in a photographic print get me so riled up?, you might wonder. Consider this...

"Photographs that transcend but do not deny their literal situation appeal to me…..You know you are seeing such a photograph if you say to yourself, "I could have taken that picture. I've seen such a scene before, but never like that." It is the kind of photography that relies for its strengths not on special equipment or effects but on the intensity of the photographer's seeing. It is the kind of photography in which the raw materials-light, space, and shape-are arranged in a meaningful and even universal way that gives grace to ordinary objects." ~ Sam Abell

So here's the rub. Most "serious" amateur picture makers, especially those who claim to be making "fine art", have no concept of what the bold-highlighted sentence in the Abell quote means. As a concept, they are, most likely, unaware that such a concept exists. That is, other than the conventional so-called "rules of composition". Consequently, their "concept" of a good picture revolves around the idea that the depicted referent is "the thing" - an idea which drives then to pursue and picture referents which are culturally proscribed as beautiful referents in and of themselves.

To be fair, if that is what floats their boat, good for them. However, what really gets under my skin is their nearly absolute distain for pictures-pictures which excell in the "light, space, and shape" 2D arena-which depict quotidian / "everyday" referents. iMo, the reason for this distain is, quite simply, due to the fact that thay can not see such a picture for what it is - that is, again quite simply, a 2D object which displays "light, space, and shape arranged in a meaningful and even universal way that gives grace to ordinary objects."

Quite literally, they can not and do not see the arrangement of light, space and shape-most often independent of the the thing depicted-because they have been taught, one way or another, that "the thing" that a picture is about is the straight forward, literally depicted referent. Consequently, that is all they see.

To my way of thinking (and seeing), mores the pity for these lost in the dark picture making souls cuz the truly liberating thing about getting beyond the grasp of culturally proscribed beauty is the fact everything in the world is the raw material for the making of good pictures.