Bruce Davidson-Good Photographs Have Ideas In Them: Exotic Zoo Animals Or Fellow Human Beings?

Chaotic, dark, confined, dangerous, beautiful.’ Those are the five words that popped into my head after checking out ‘Subway.’

Ars Celare Artem.

Those Latin words, shared by a friend, popped into my head, too.

Throughout your life, depending on circumstances, you’re paying attention to different things: ‘What is that man doing..is this a problem?’ ‘She’s definitely checking me out.’ ‘Man, I’m bored. I really can’t miss this interview.’ ‘I guess…….we’ll just wait for the results.’

Human misery, neglect and loneliness are on display, but so are simple joy, love and connection.

Davidson rode the NYC City subway lines during the early 1980’s for long hours and months with Leica Rangefinder and Nikon SLR in tow. In fact, I’d argue Davidson’s choices really make the beauty and moments of connection ‘pop.’

Lens choices and angled composition

MoMA no. 1: https://www.moma.org/collection/works/216851. How much of the frame does the subject’s head fill. 1/12? Not a lot, yet all the angles seem to converge. There’s some small comfort in such vulnerability and some small order in the territorial scrawling, but not much.

MoMA no. 15: https://www.moma.org/collection/works/216851. How close is too close, before each of us appears somewhat absurd, undignified and….greasy? I almost object to the framing of this lady, but the color and composition really work (the red flower pops against the purple scrawls).

MoMA no. 42: https://www.moma.org/collection/works/216851. Is she classy? Out for a night on the town? A wannabe society-type? A waitress at some dive bar? a call-girl?

She’s got a quiet dignity, perhaps…but more like some rare animal caught suddenly on a trail cam. The leading lines of the car and the embers of the day fade quietly behind her.

As for the photo, it’s tough to balance the flash on her, the low light inside the car, and the natural light outside, so the horizon is a bit overexposed, but boy does the whole thing work.

MoMA no. 6: https://www.moma.org/collection/works/216851

The gang forms them, and they form the gang. They’re scraggly and young enough to be slightly pathetic (Orphans from The Warriors?), but the hand tat and knife-cuts around the eyes are serious enough.

Kids in bad circumstances grow up fast. Dangerous places tend to mobilize what’s dangerous within us. Davidson frames the open space/vanishing point on the right, catching lovely light against the stacked chaos on the left.

MoMA no. 21: https://www.moma.org/collection/works/216851

This seems like an in-between place; a private moment for a young girl on a public train.

The color palette is cool (green/gray/blue) and the doors appear weirdly gothic and strange. Most of the lines converge on her.

I hope her life turned out okay. In fact, one of Davidson’s other haunting image made me wonder the same thing (Girl holding kitten).

This post is intended to share the work of Bruce Davidson. In fact, I’m probably just driving up the price of the book I don’t have. I find his work consistently has something to teach.

Other thoughts: Do the driving passions of the poet/photographer/musician seeking out the marginalized result in genuine understanding, or also self-indulgence and self-regard?

A bit of both?

Does such work eventually help broaden understanding and bring people together, or can it hurt, too?

Let the work speak for itself.

Thursday Poem-Richard Wilbur

Wedding Toast

St. John tells how, at Cana’s wedding feast,
The water-pots poured wine in such amount
That by his sober count
There were a hundred gallons at the least.

It made no earthly sense, unless to show
How whatsoever love elects to bless
Brims to a sweet excess
That can without depletion overflow.

Which is to say that what love sees is true;
That this world’s fullness is not made but found.
Life hungers to abound
And pour its plenty out for such as you.

Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine,
I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter.
May you not lack for water,
And may that water smack of Cana’s wine.

-Richard Wilbur

Quotation Sent By A Reader-Jacques Barzun

Thanks to a reader, more on Barzun here.

I read ‘From Dawn To Decadence‘ not long after it came out.

As posted, Barzun at The American Scholar-‘The Cradle Of Modernism‘:

‘For yet another cause of unhappiness was the encroachment of machine industry and its attendant uglification of town and country. The Romanticists had sung in an agrarian civilization; towns were for handiwork and commerce. Industry brought in not factories only, and railroads, but also the city — slums, crowds, a new type of filth, and shoddy goods, commonly known as “cheap and nasty.” And when free public schools were forced on the nation by the needs of industry, a further curse was added: the daily paper, also cheap.’

Via C-SPAN-The Historical Context Of Allan Bloom…From Humanities: Why Nabokov’s ‘Speak, Memory’ Still Speaks To Us

Sunday Poem-Walt Whitman

Facing West From California’s Shores

Facing west, from California’s shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western Sea—the circle almost circled;
For, starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia—from the north—from the God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south—from the flowery peninsulas, and the spice islands;
Long having wander’d since—round the earth having wander’d,
Now I face home again—very pleas’d and joyous;
(But where is what I started for, so long ago? And why it is yet unfound?)

Walt Whitman

I put the poems up because I think they explain America better than I can…

Repost-A Few Thoughts On Thomas Cole’s ‘The Voyage Of Life’

A few decades ago, while visiting D.C., I saw Thomas Cole’s ‘The Voyage Of Life:

It’s a four-part series: Childhood, Youth, Manhood, Old Age.

One person’s life, and all of our lives, can be broken-down into four allegorical stages, pregnant with visual and universal symbols.

From Cole’s bio:

‘Although Cole had ample commissions in the late 1820s to paint pictures of American scenery, his ambition was to create a “higher style of landscape” that could express moral or religious meanings.’

From this more interactive page:

‘In the late 1830s, Cole was intent on advancing the genre of landscape painting in a way that conveyed universal truths about human existence, religious faith, and the natural world. First conceived in 1836, the four pictures comprising The Voyage of Life: Childhood, Youth, Manhood, and Old Age fulfilled that aspiration.’

These scenes in the Romantic style can have an emotional pull for me, as generally does the work of the Hudson River School. Such allegory certainly tends to function as a vehicle into memory (Cole’s work has really stuck with me…in a sort of haunting way, mixed with some thought of how I’m supposed to live and what might be coming next).

Also, the wild, untamed nature we Americans have often faced is perhaps requiring of a spirited and grand attempt at putting our experiences within Nature into some context: To soar as high as our hopes often do.

Or at least, to find in paintings: Familiarity. I like to see the roll of a hill like I’ve seen, or an opening of clouds, sky and light like I’ve seen.

Perhaps Wild Nature can be ordered in a Romantic, neo-classical or more modern way. Perhaps Nature can be made, with the tools at our disposal, to conform to some of our deeper ideas about Nature, mirroring our hopes in some recognizable fashion; giving some basic comfort and meaning.

Maybe, after all, we can find a home here.

On the other hand, allegory with overt moral/religious meaning can also come across as heavy-handed, sentimental, and moralistic. Too lush and pretentious; perhaps a bit anachronistic.

Do I really have to hunt for all the symbols and put the puzzle together?

‘So, you’re going to reveal universal truths, eh?’

This can seem distant from the experiences of the modern viewer, often finding himself a little further down the modern/postmodern ‘river’, where such attempts at universality might seem a wash.

Much more common these days are the very personal shards and glimpses of the inner life of an artist, attached to high ambition and great talent surely in some cases; as well to form and tradition, but generally making less bold claims to knowledge than ‘The Voyage Of Life‘.

In painting, I’m reminded of the abstract expressionist movement seeking meaning in reducing experience to the abstract in order to reveal something essential within Nature, or essential about our relationship to Nature: A transcendent place where shape, form and color can be isolated from anything immediately recognizable in the world.

Or maybe, I’m being too generous?

‘The movement’s name is derived from the combination of the emotional intensity and self-denial of the German Expressionists with the anti-figurative aesthetic of the European abstract schools such as Futurism, the Bauhaus, and Synthetic Cubism. Additionally, it has an image of being rebellious, anarchic, highly idiosyncratic and, some feel, nihilistic.[5] In practice, the term is applied to any number of artists working (mostly) in New York who had quite different styles, and even to work that is neither especially abstract nor expressionist.’

The exploration of the Self is often pursued, as well as that of Nature, but the general hope that it might all make sense (life, death, Nature, purpose etc) in many more modern movements is often left abandoned.

Or so often, as we’ve seen in the past few generations: The pursuit of The Self can easily become subsumed to the pursuit of fame, celebrity, and money.

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Towards a theme: Perhaps you’ve also heard of the Rothko chapel, in Houston, Texas.

Mark Rothko undertook the idea that within the modern context, one could create temples of universal meaning through aesthetics, art, and beauty:

‘The Rothko Chapel, founded by Houston philanthropists John and Dominique de Menil, was dedicated in 1971 as an intimate sanctuary available to people of every belief. A tranquil meditative environment inspired by the mural canvases of Russian born American painter Mark Rothko (1903-1970), the Chapel welcomes over 60,000 visitors each year, people of every faith and from all parts of the world.’

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