In Camera Lucida, Roland Barthes puts forward a concept he called the punctum. The punctum is a seemingly minor detail that comes to be a major defining element of the picture.
I see a perfect example of that in this picture. Yes, the young woman is beautiful, and she is naked. This is for most men, and many women, an immediate attraction. It is absolutely what we see first. But then, our gaze wanders up to the window and the scene in the distance. A man, a car, the sea.
The man, and then the car is the punctum. Two worlds existing simultaneously. This happening while that is happening. It creates a tension in the photograph that otherwise would not exist. It would simply be a lovely photograph of a lovely young woman.
Ah, but the complexity that enters with that man and his car.
That moment when the rain torrents came, the flooding began and the world was on the brink of war.
This photograph is very visceral to me. I hear the rain. I run with the men in a futile effort to avoid being drenched. But we have to get from A to B, and then to C and so on. No matter the rains. No matter the consequences of our saber rattling.
Found in The Eye of Photography.
There is something magical about this photograph. The slightly nostalgic coloring, the woman standing in the field waiting for something. The balloon hovering in the sky. Her dreams? The expansive sky.
Even without knowing this photograph was taken just before the full eclipse of the sun, we know the moment is pregnant.
Found in Eye of Photography.
This strikes me as such a painterly photograph. Painterly, because in painting you have the liberty to reduce a scene to its essential elements. Enough to give the impression, but not a complete rendition of what stands before the painter.
I have no reason to doubt that this is a complete rendition. I know it is possible to remove things with photoshop, but I make the assumption that didn't happen. It is unusual to find such a pure scene "in the wild" so to speak. And then to capture it this beautifully. OMG.
I found this in Booooooom! The photographer is Dave Jordano.
I love it when I look at art and suddenly I've got that "Wow!" thing going on. This painting did that for me. Alma Woodsey Thomas was one of the many women Abstract/Expressionists overlooked by the critics and historians. She is also a woman of color. Not sure if that was in fact a double whammy, but I am guessing it probably was.
Orion is part of an exhibit of abstract/expressionist art by African American women assembled at Kemper Museum of Art in Kansas City, where it is on view until September 17th and then travels to the National Museum of Women in the Arts in Washington, DC.
...amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being...
There is a passage in Moby Dick. Ishmail and his companions get stranded in the middle of a pod of whales. The pod is being attacked by the crew of the Pequod. There is a great deal of agitation at the perimeter. But in the middle, all is calm. Ishmail looks down into the water and beholds a swirl of birthing mothers and newborn calves. He says this about that experience:
“But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.”
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
See more of Wayne Levin's work here and here. Thanks to Lenscratch for bringing his work to my attention.
This series of photographs is almost too wonderful. A shop full of auto mechanics photographed to mimic Renaissance paintings. They are fabulous photographs and the juxtaposition of subject and style is incredibly rich. Museum worthy? I don't know. But great, great fun! See Freddy Fabris' commercial photography work here.
I am exceptionally pleased to announce that this photograph has been chosen to be part of the Photo Place Gallery exhibition Portals. Juror for the show is Aline Smithson, publisher of the very good and widely read photo blog Lenscratch. The show opens on August 16th and runs to September 9th.
I'd also like to congratulate fellow photographer and my CPW Salon moderation partner, Ken Dreyfack, who also has an image in the show. Photo Place Gallery is located in Middlebury Vermont. Can you say road trip?
Something about this picture. The isolation. The desolation. The picture is from a series on the Rana Plaza collapse by Ismail Ferdous.
This is a beautiful photograph with true Madonna and Child overtones. It is strikingly sad too. The mother seems depressed. Is the baby alive? Has she been caught in the middle of a moment of grief? Over motherhood that came too soon and pressed its obligations before she was ready?
From Nick Meyer's book, Either Limits or Contradictions. First appeared on Lenscratch.