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Friday, December 28, 2007

Mist

I haven't almost taken any pictures lately for lack of time. But just a few days ago I demonstrated to myself once more that such a thing as lack of time is not really a good excuse. It was already past midnight and I was ready to go to bed. We'd had a visitor, Aldo, with whom I had been discussing about his poetry and the eventual possibility to combine poems with images. We'd reviewed books by Jodice, Koudelka and Arthur Tress. We'd looked at how Hans Bol had worked with poems in his book. So after Aldo had left, I was still excited about what we discussed. So when I looked outside and saw a thick, smoggy mist, it took only a minute of inconclusiveness to pick up the Fuji 645, load it with a roll of Ilford 3200 and go out for a short walk in the neighbourhood. It took me less than half an hour to shoot up the roll of 16 images. Today I picked up the film at the lab and was pleasantly surprised by the results. Lots of out of focus (exposure times of 2 secs and longer) but plenty of atmosphere. I like this little series. Plain proof that "lack of time" does not exist. Laziness however, does. 

Monday, December 24, 2007

Mountains left and right

With the Capitals book now behind me, I've been thinking about ongoing projects and where they may lead to. The mountain photographs project has potential to grow into a new book, although there is still a lot of work to do. One thing the Capitals book has learned me is how well the combination of pictures and graphic design works. The little playful thing with the co-ordinates on the lefthand side pages really makes a difference. It adds depth and visual sophistication to the experience of browing through the book. 

It is an interesting challenge to think about how this could be translated for the mountain book. In talking with graphic designer Alok Nandi, he suggested to use a topographic map on the lefthand side page, displaying the pictured mountain in 3D, reinforcing the notion of individuality and character, of a genuine mountain portrait. I like the idea as it again plays on the notion of topographical space on which the Capitals book was grafted. 

Above is a little try-out. On the righthand side is a picture of the Monte Argentera, in the Alpi Maritimi. On the lefthand side is the corresponding section of a topographical map (1/25.000). I've inverted it, which makes more impact. The map is printed on a full page (19x19cm) whilst the picture is printed 19cm high, top and bottom bleeding, with white margins left and right. I would stick to the same layout throughout the whole book. I think this could work well. 

Anyway this needs much more work. I have around 10 suitable images, but would like to collect a portfolio of about 40 photos. This year I will travel to the Karakoram, Alps and Pyrenees. Hopefully this will allow me to significantly expand the project. 

Friday, December 21, 2007

Hodler


Let's talk about Hodler. Ferdinand Hodler is a Swiss painter, born in 1853, died in 1918. He is very well known by amateurs of turn of the century, symbolist art. I came across Hodler's work a long time ago. I remember being completely mesmerised by his "Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau über dem Nebelmeer", displayed at a show in the London Hayward Gallery in 1994. Recently I picked up a beautiful catalogue of his landscapes (published by Scalo, 2004) in a bargain bookshop. And so my fascination for this painter got a new impulse. 

The reason why I am interested in Hodler is because he has explored the subject matter of mountains as no other painter before or after him has done (apart, perhaps, from his contemporary Giovanni Segantini). He painted about 250 landscapes, the majority of which featured mountains in some way. The earliest in the book dates from 1871. His style had fully matured by 1905. I am very interested in what Hodler does with these mountains, the way he approaches them compositionally, the syntax of this landscape work. Much of what I see reminds me of what I'm trying to do in my own series of photographic mountain portraits. But that resemblance may be deceptive. 

Let's first look at Hodler's compositional principles and then investigate how they related to the photographic practice of his times. Then let's try to find out what this means for my own project. 

Four essays in the "Landscapes" book help us in deciphering crucial elements of Hodler's syntax. In fact, it is not so difficult to construct a typology of archetypal Hodler landscape compositions. He liked simple compositions based on obvious symmetries and geometric templates (pyramidal, striped, apsidial and ovaloid). In some cases, more complex forms were generated as superimpositions of these basic schemes. 

The straightforward compositional approach is backed up on his choice of vantage points which allowed him to focus on individual mountain peaks. And so it is no surprise to see the notion of "mountain portrait" evoked by one of the authors: "(Hodler) created images that no longer showed individual mountain peaks as part of a panorama but in close up view and in almost total reduction, transforming them into individual portraits." Furhtermore, Hodler accentuated his motifs by eliminating irrelevant details, emphasising their linear structure and creating an interesting tension between reduction and tectonic complexity in the process. Hodler seemed to have said that "the viewer must be able to perceive the entire image at a glance": a thesis which deviates conspicuously from the principles held by Segantini who invited the viewer's gaze to drift across his panoramic tableaux. (Incidentally, this reminds me of the famous conversation between Mahler and Sibelius in Helsinki, 1907, where the former expounded that a symphony had to embrace the world, contradicted by his Finnish peer who thought that compositional restraint and severity of form was the clue to true symphonism). 

Several authors have linked Hodler's approach to the practice of alpine photography in those early days. Sharon Hirsh, a scholar, has pointed out that both the pioneers of mountain photography and Hodler chose very similar angles and sections. Another scholar, Danielle Nathanson, has photographed numerous motifs in the Bernese Oberland from the painter's likely vantage point: "She concludes that Holder not only adhered to the natural model, but that he also framed it the way it presents itself to the human field of vision - and to a camera lens with a regular focal length (approx. 50mm)." 

The deeper logic between this correspondence is hardly explained. Apparently, the simple fact that both painters and photographers made use of the technological innovations of the day and chose their vantage points near the cable car stations suffices. That argumentation is weak and I personally think it is wrong to see Hodler's work as a painterly extension of the photographic logic en vogue those days. In fact, I think they may in some ways be very much at odds. 
For a start, one should not forget that by the time Hodler developed his mature style, end of the 19th century, photography was around already for a long time. Gregory Batchen has commented on the fact that photography was a technological innovation that, long before the days of globalisation, diffused astonishingly rapidly across the globe. By 1900, photography had been well entrenched for around 50 years. Just as television is a taken for granted fixture in our current media environment, so photography must have long lost its avant-garde lustre already by the time Holder got to work earnestly. Indeed, early examples of Alpine photography date already from the 1850s, not from the 1880s as Hirsh seems to suggest. In the late 19th century, Alpine photography had even been thoroughly commercialised: studio portraits were made in heroic poses against the background of a mountain decor and "Kaufbilder" (postal cards) with mountain scenes were all over the place. 

Rather than to extend the photographic logic, Hodler may have been interested in "saving" the mountains from disappearing in this inflation of technically reproduced images. So, he paints iconic portraits of mountains, reducing them to their very essence (an essence which photography, infatuated by its ability to reveal tectonic complexity, often obscured) and investing them with a metaphorical rhetoric (cloud arabesques, mystic light) that is at odds with the documentary ethos of contemporaneous photography. Seen from this angle, Hodler's project consisted essentially in salvaging the notion of "the sublime" that had been drifting around the (visual) experience of the mountain world since Edmund Burke wrote his celebrated essay.

This brings me to my own photographic project. I have given the question what I really want to do with this already a lot of thought. But I don't seem to be able to come to a conclusion. I know what I want to do, but I can't explain it. Compositionally, there is a lot that reminds me of Hodler's approach: focus on isolated mountain shapes; simple iconic compositions often based on axial symmetry; compression of foreground and background; absence of any indicator of scale. What is different is indeed my interest in tectonic complexity. I use large format because I need the resolution to show the mountains' overwhelmingly chaotic, mineral textures. 

Just as Hodler may have been, I too am interested in salvaging the mountain from being reduced to a mere simulacrum. Never before so many images of mountains have circulated as today. But mostly it concerns colourful, glossy eye-candy: a convenient and completely harmless backdrop to project our desires upon. Leafing through 30 years of a German mountain magazine, I noticed that, as the time went by, the photography deteriorated, the images became more indifferent and empty up to the point to where they became completely meaningless.  A slightly nauseating experience.

In contemporary art photography the reverse applies: mountains are almost a taboo. Associated with smug romanticism, avoided as vestiges of a destructive logophallocentrism, they don't feature in the current photographic vocabulary. And if they do appear, then it is precisely veiled (as in Axel Hütte's matter of fact, misty landscapes or in Michael Schnabel's nocturnal fantasies), edited out (as in Walter Niedermayr's hypergraphical renderings of the circus on ski slopes) or mixed up with the phoney and the fake (as in Sonja Braas' quasi-realist studio renderings of primeval nature). 

Around 25 years ago the New Topographics movement had something to say about mountains. Arguing against an edenic representation of nature, they brought in logging projects, quarries, road infrastructure, cable cars, human habitation into their landscapes. Frank Gohlke's study of Mount St. Helens is a case in point. Maybe even Burtinsky is a late shoot from this branch. But that story has been told. So the question is what story there is to tell, today, about these surprising geomorphological phenomena we call mountains? 

So I keep trying to understand what it is that leads me to carry a 25 kilo backpack over dizzying via ferrata in the Dolomites. Is it a relapse into the cliché of the sublime? What is it that is so attractive and so different in these images of alpine photography pioneers? How is Hodler's programme different from theirs? Questions I don't really know the answers to. I have to continue to explore. 

Above I have juxtaposed three images: on top a picture I took of the Niesen and Lake Thun in Switzerland (2005), in the middle a sketch by Hodler (probably around 1910) and below one of his finished paintings of the Niesen (1910). 
 

Scheveningen, some day

Where were we? I haven't taken a picture in weeks, despite the fact that I have the Fuji GS645 in my backpack all the time. I'm just tired; not enough mental energy to really look at all the places I have been passing through: Geneva, The Hague, Scheveningen, Brussels, ... In Scheveningen I would have liked more time for pictures. It's an eery place, particularly in winter. Windy, deserted boulevards squeezed in between blocks of soulless, slightly vulgar chain hotels. And then, despite its size, somewhere lost: the architectural oddity of the Kurhaus. Almost literally a beached whale. After an exhausting workshop day, my colleague Alexandra and I did a quick run on a dark beach along a waterline faintly illuminated by the carnavelesque neonlights of the esplanade. The almost tangible bundle of the lighthouse swept over our heads. I will certainly return with a large format camera, preferably on a winter day under dull, gray, hazy skies. 

Sunday, December 09, 2007

The Book

The Capitals book has been around for more than a month and only now I feel compelled to blog about it. The feeling that goes with producing a first book reminds me of getting a first child. You can talk a long time about it but until it is really there it remains an abstraction. 

I'm really happy I went through with the Capitals project until the very end. Even if I don't sell a single copy, then this won't change my perception. I've made the book because I felt like doing it and because I looked forward to giving away something simple and beautiful.  That and nothing else has been the deeper purpose of producing this book. 

And that seems to be the way people respond to it. I was gratified to receive a message from a good friend who wrote: "I just received your 27 European Capitals book and am stunned by its simplicity and beauty and all the echoes that attend both, as I look through your book. What a treasure! Thank you so much for doing it and so very much for giving me a copy. I am deeply honoured." Such a response in itself is reward enough. I can only hope that the book will continue add a little bit of sparkle to my relationships with people I value. 

Apart from the relational dimension, I experience a psychological shift too. The book is not perfect, but I am proud of it. Suddenly I see myself as a photographer. In the past years I always had trouble considering myself as a "photographer", let alone as an artist. I still consider "artist" to be a suspect epithet, but I have now, suddenly, reconciled myself with the fact that I am a photographer. This, in itself, has not a lot to do with pride. Am I proud to be a father? Well, yes, once in a while. But there's a more subterranean feeling of knowing that I am a father that goes with having deeply internalised the joys and responsibilities of fatherhood. With the book, a similar shift has pushed me into photographer-hood. I am quite sure that this is going to influence the way I practice the craft and the way with which I position myself towards the outside world. Let's see where it leads me. 

Now that the book is here, I need to find a way to get rid of these 1000 copies (they are actually lying around in our house; Ann is not happy). I can give a few hundreds of copies. I have activated the sales area of my topophotography website. And I have personally started to distribute the book to selected bookshops here in the area. It's all very time and labour intensive, but it's enjoyable and it's going to open up new opportunities, I am sure.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Jodice, once more


Thames and Hudson just published a new monograph of the Napels-based photographer Mimmo Jodice. A beautiful book with pictures of his native Italy that provides a comprehensive overview of his career. It's beautifully printed and produced too. 

Jodice remains for me a supremely reliable compass. His world is very familiar and disquieting at the same time. I feel very close to his photographic vision. It's solid, deep, quiet, uncompromising. 

I have posted a review of the book on amazon.co.uk.