Erna, Helena, Ania: Family Histories from the Second World War

Erna, Ania, Helena is the story of Tomasz Laczny's family history, how his grandmother (German) fell in love with his grandfather (Polish) at the end of the Second World War, and the struggles she underwent.

It is a beautifully illustrated book that strikes a chord with me because of my German Family Album and the ways in which love stories collide with political histories and extend beyond them. How do you begin to tell those stories. Tomasz did it with gold ink and paper. Here is what he says about the book. 

The idea came around 10-12 years ago when I was obsessively investigating my grandmother's story -- a sad and dramatic love story between my German grandmother and my Polish grandfather during the time of WW2 when this kind of relationship between enemies was prohibited. I discovered this story quite late when I was in my 20s but I really started investigating it when I reached my 30s -- I think it is the time when we starting to look back and ask questions about where we are coming from.

However at that point I didn't have a clear vision of  what kind of medium I wanted to use for this project. I had a lot of material in different forms like video and voice recordings, documents, family pictures, my diaries, drawings and sketches. And I also had a lot of "empty spaces" -- things I didn't know about the story and was not able to find out anymore because the people who witnessed the events were already gone. At the beginning I wanted to make a graphic novel as the whole book.  At the same time I wanted the medium somehow reflecting the shattered way of storytelling, a story which on top of that is incomplete. The project was abandoned for a few years -- during that time I went through difficult personal time (divorce and separation from my children). This however gave me a completely different perspective -- I found some similarities between my personal story and the story of my grandmother (living in a foreign country, separation from the child). I also wanted to include this intergeneration experience into the story, the idea of collective memory and events which are passed from one generation into another. I decided to make a book using different mediums and fill the missing gaps using my own photography (alongside the archival one). The idea was to use photography which suggests rather than illustrate to give the viewer the possibility of imagining their own version of the story.  

I strongly believe in the power of stories -- it is a starting point to any of my projects. Storytelling seems to be the best way to connect with people you don't know to gain their interest and, if the story is good, their trust. I believe that personal stories give this enormous opportunity of becoming universal simply because everyone of us have some stories to tell and can be easily connected to. I was showing my book in Japan and even though the historical and cultural context is different people still were able to quickly connect with the story of my grandmother. 

The initial idea behind the book was to capture simply the story of my grandma: her love of the "enemy", giving birth to my  mum as a consequence of that, her imprisonment and struggle to have contact with her child, her struggle after the war in a country which was earlier occupied by her nation. However during that research I found many layers and it gave me the possibility to ask more universal questions about who we are when we have lost our country family and even name. 

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The project actually started with the illustrations. In my practice I use both photography and drawing.  As I mentioned before the initial idea to tell the story of my Grandmother was to use a graphic novel genre. But at some time I wanted the book to reflect the process of discovery of the story  and have "the different medium feeling". When I was doing my research (interviewing people, historians, reading books, visiting places, taking pictures etc) I started to think about how we actually preserve the story from one generation to another.

On many occasions during the research I had been told  the same story with different details (even my mom at some point told me some fragment of the story contradicting her previous version from a few years ago). I started to think about how our memory works and how I could capture that. I wanted to mirror this in my book to give the impression of many narrators who speak about the same thing but have different voices and sometimes contradict each other. It was not my intention to do a documentary, rather I wanted to capture the way the story is told and form a collective myth at some point at the end.   

I wanted the physicality of the pages (the variety materials used) to follow the multi narration used in the book. I am very much interested in creating handmade art books as it gives the possibility of making something very unique -- even each copy can be different. This uniqueness is key in my practice. For me photography, drawing, illustration exist fully when it is printed. Seeing the image on the screen of my computer is just a starting point to reinterpreting it and giving it full life in a form of physical object. 

The variety of forms of expressions in the book (photographs, illustrations, drawings, comics) are a reflection of my thoughts about storytelling and how we preserve story from one generation to another. It also mirrors my fascination with different techniques of storytelling like using silent graphic novel sections at the beginning of the book for example or using collected old family pictures later in the book. 

Making the book was a closing over 10 years process of research and discovery. I learned a lot not only about my family but also about my country, history (the events which are not really discussed in schools like for example the biggest forced migration of humans in world history). And I also learnt a lot about myself. It changed my perception of the family as a concept and gave me a completely different perspective of how I see my parents and grandparents. I learnt how much history and politics can influence the life of individuals -- how vulnerable we can be in the midst of dramatic historical events. I think it also changed my mum and her relationship to the past. She helped me a lot with researching the history, (she even started to interview some people herself). Also, I think this is the most important thing for me, I met my grandma when she was still young looking for love and was full of dreams about her future life.

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Brexit Pictures: Now on Sale

 

 

I am absolutely delighted to say that my newspaper publication, Brexit Pictures, will be available for purchase over the coming months. It will only be available for purchases during this pre-publication timeframe.

​For authenticity, you don't know what you are going to get, it won't make sense, it won't be value for money, you can't see it, you won't like it. 

Take control and buy it!

​The price is £18 including (unsigned for - the vendor takes no responsibility for non-arrival) postage. 

You can buy it here and also find further information on the special edition and portfolio edition.

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Picking Tomatoes and listening to the radio - Silvia Rosi as her father and mother

 

    

      Self -portrait as my father

        All pictures copyright Silvia Rosi. Originally commissioned through Jerwood/Photoworks awards   2020

I love these images by Silvia Rosi, made as a homage and connection point to both her mother and the studio portraiture of Togo. They look fantastic, but at the same time there's something very direct in them and very personal in them that takes them above the two-dimensional, that crosses time and connects to who her mother and father are, how they connect, how they function in the world, how they struggled to survive in Italy. 

These are the introductions she gives to her parents on her website. They serve as captions to the images, and are something to behold in their simplicity and directness. 

Father: He was an educated man from a good Togolaise family. He arrived in Italy with a few clothes, some books and the dream of finding a good job. A few weeks later he was picking up tomatoes in a field for a few cents a box. 

Mother: She arrived in Rome in 1989 to reunite with her lover and found a job straight away as a babysitter for a family. One day while she was cleaning their living room, she heard on the radio that they were going to pass a law that would legalise every migrant in Italy. She was glad she listened to the radio that day. 

I asked her a few questions and here are her answers.

When did you decide to make this project connecting to your mother?

 I wanted to shoot a project around trade and women head carriers in the market of Assigame in Lomè. I took my first field trip to Lomè, where I immersed myself in the streets of the market, following the paths of traders in their daily struggle to secure income. Only then I started to associate their experience to my mother’s who worked in that same market as a young woman, and her mother before her.

A picture from the family album portrayed my young mother selling make up in Assigame. It’s one of those rare images which are not taken at the photographer’s studio. This picture was to me a window into my mother’s life immediately before migration, and from that I build the structure for my project. 

 

       

     Self-portrait as my mother

    
       

What role did photography play in your mother's families life in Togo?

 When my mother lived in Togo her family didn’t own a camera, so she would go to the photographer studio on Sundays after church to have her portrait taken. Photography was a collective experience and that’s how I think she perceived it. As an occasion to get together.

What changed or stayed the same when she moved to Italy?

When she moved to Italy disposable cameras where more accessible and she and my dad would document their lives. Back in Togo photography was a collective celebration, while during migration it became more like a record of experiences, an affirmation of the self in the uncertainty of the migratory journey.

 

     

     Self-portrait as my mother on the phone

What are you seeking to replicate in your images?

 In my images I hope to replicate the feeling of familiarity that many people that share my same history feel when looking at similar images the family album. But I also want to create a sense of discomfort which is not always present in family images but it is in the human experience of the family. 

 

 

    Self-portrait as my father on the phone

Has the making of the images affected your understanding of your mother's experiences?

 I don’t think the making of the images was revelatory as  much as the actual conversations with my mother where she was openly sharing her past with me.  The images are just the result of that confrontation.

 

     Self-portrait as my mother in school uniform

Will you continue this project? 

For sure, I see it as an ongoing project

 

Tuol Sleng Prison Photographs

So Duch, the director of Tuol Sleng prison has died at the age of 77. He oversaw a torture and killing prison where over 14,000 people were killed. 

It was a horrifyingly cruel regime ( you can read more about it in lots of places including David Chandler's  Voices from S-21 ) that left a horrifying photographic legacy, through the archives discovered when the Vietnamese liberated the prison in 1979. They found a handful of survivors, a bunch of bodies lying dead in the torture rooms/cells (which they photographed - the same photographs are still on display in the cells for the important prisoners), and voluminous records including photographs. 

The photographic records were soon  hung on the walls of the prison to create a record of the Khmer Rouge atrocities. They were the evidence to the world (and in one way or another, most of the world had more facilitated the Khmer Rouge regime than opposed it, with the exception of Vietnam. But they... well you get the picture) of the atrocities, but made to serve a political purpose (Chandler talks about how the original Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum  was founded by Mai Lam, a Vietnamese colonel who had organised the Museum of American War Crimes in Ho Chi Minh City).

So right from the start the pictures became a political tool. That's not to question them, that's just to say that pictures are not neutral, they can be used in different ways, in different circumstances. There is not one way of viewing them and how you view them depends on who you are, where you are, and what your agenda is. 

In the introduction to the book, Chandler talks about his first visit to the museum in 1980 (and interestingly, many of the original prints made by the Vietnamese are still up on the walls of the museum today) and the way in which he was far more haunted by the pictures of the still living than  those of the recently brutalised to death.

This is touched upon in many places, including in Atrocity, the "As If", and Impending Death from the Khmer Rouge (in Picturing Atrocity) where Barbie Zelizer talks about the "About to die" image and the difficulty of making Cambodia newsworthy during the war. 

"Cambodia is proving a difficult subject for television to cover. On the one hand, there is too little, as American crews have limited access to the country. On the other, there is too much, as the few films that are available provide scenes of devastating horror."

She links this absence of information to the S-21 pictures and wonders at the images, at what we think when we see them. The lack of information, she says, makes them more real in some ways than if we did have all the information.

We project ourselves into the lives of the people we see in other words, and though we might imagine their death (and we do, and it's horrifying), we also imagine their lives. 

The photographs inhabit a parallel universe that cuts across space and time, that links in to how we emotionally process them, that cuts through a single way of seeing or being or thinking about images.

It is very strange to talk about the death of Duch, and then the images, because what Duch did isone thing and the visual documentation is another. Ultimately the pictures that were made at S-21 are only photographs, made in as mundane a fashion as you could care to imagine. 

            From Voices from S-21

This is how Nhem En, head of a team of six photographers at Tuol Seng describes how he made the images (he's now deputy mayor of one Anlong Veng, one of the last Khmer Rouge hangouts. 

“‘Look straight ahead. Don’t lean your head to the left or the right.’ That’s all I said,” he recalled. “I had to say that so the picture would turn out well."

Chandler's book (or one of the versions I have) has a flawed image as its cover, an unacceptable image where the woman is closing her eyes. It's almost like a resistance to the photographer and his orders and the grid of approved photography that we all still cling to. 

The museum has evolved since Chandler's first visit. It was opened to foreign visitors in 1979, then to Cambodian visitors in 1980. 300,000 Cambodians came in the first few months, many examining the pictures in search of their lost relatives. The function of the museum changed as it became a monument to genocide (Chandler points out the political ramifications of this), then a place of witnessing where visitors were guided around the museum by survivors, to and educational establishment for the youth of Cambodia, to the present day audio-guided museum (where the youth of Cambodia are very much not encouraged to visit I am told). 

I went to Phnom Penh last November as part of the SEAD fellowship, and visited the museum. It is an awful place, and the pictures are awful, a relentless display of faces coming at you in room after room. But the pictures are only pictures, it's the lingering miasma of what happened in this place that conveys the real suffering, even though they are horrifying (the picture below right is from one of the holding cells for the less important prisoners. They didn't get their own cell/torture room). 

In the few days I was in Phnom Penh, the Tuol Seng images came up again and again. I think one of the most significant things for me was going to a performance of Rithy Pran's brilliant Bangsokol  (and again there are different edits for different audiences) and seeing  images of some of the most iconic S-21 pictures, and then seeing people posing with smiles in front of those pictures which I wondered at. 

But then once I had left the building I wondered what right I had to question people whose relatives had suffered and died during the Khmer Rouge era. Because the pictures were only pictures, we weren't in the museum, and the relationship between present and past had shifted completely. I found that it was my reaction that was inappropriate, a polarised  Abrahamical view of photography projected onto images in a place and of a time of which I know little.

Images change with time, with place, with company, with viewing. Even writing this short piece, I have been struck by how the same faces appear again and again, the ways they are used, the discussions that have surrounded them, and the ways in which they have been seen and understood in a range of circumstances. 

In the museum, the woman with the baby is 'the wife of Sek Sath, Secretary of  Region 25 Southwest,' but they do highlight the Bertillonian way of photographing with the caption, 'this chair was used for taking photographs of the victims'captioned.

In Chandler's book, the woman has a name, Chan Krim Sun, and the husband becomes a 'DK foreign ministry official' which is very different in tone to Secretary of Region 25 Southwest.

Go around the corner of the museum and Chan Krim Sun appears again, this time in a memorial to the imprisonment of Duch. 'The Supreme Court Chamber decides to impose a sentence of life imprisonment against Kaing Guek Eav (Duch)' reads the caption. That is a statement.

Some faces stand out and so appear in illustrations or on book covers again and again. They become star pictures which is cold to say the least, and at the top of this emotional pyramid are children and mothers. It's hard. It's cruel. But photographs work on emotional levels. That's why the girl on the cover of Susie Linfield's book is on the cover of Susie Linfield's book.

The image above is of Bophana (read her story here - that's her above) , who the Bophana Center in Phnom Penh is named after (the Bophana Center is archiving experiences, images, films, arts, and music from the Khmer Rouge era and beyond - give them some money if you have it. They need it for digitising their archives) appeared again and again, both at the center, at the museum, and in books and publications around Tuol Seng. And each time the context shifts a little, and so does the meaning. It always does, because there nothing is fixed.

The story of Bophana is another view to the as if" (I originally wrote the case against, but it's not the case against. There are multiple views and ways of seeing things). We learn her story, we get her background, the violence against her extends beyond Tuol Seng, and begins to join up different periods of Khmer history, going back to the rule of Lon Nol and Sihanouk. The violence is not just political, it is social, cultural and ideological and it extends our idea of how history works at a personal level. It changes how we see the image, but to be honest, I am not sure how. 

Going to the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum  was a visual and emotional pounding.  But the photograph that most affected me, however, was one I saw at the Choung Ek Killing Fields Museum, stuck in the frame where the tower of skulls is held. When I went into the tower, it wasn't there, when I came out it was. That meant something, somehow. I'm not sure what but perhaps it is that as if moment, but attached to the man who put it there. 

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See more images at the Tuol Seng Image Database

And visit the Yale University Cambodian Genocide  Program here

And the Cambodian Documentation Center here.

Human Rights Watch report on Cambodia today

Zaharia Cusnir: Life and Death in Moldova

 

All Images by Zaharia Cusnir

I will be talking about these images, about archives in general, about portraiture in my online series of lectures with the RPS, starting 9th September. For more information and to sign up, go here. 

https://rps.org/Looking1

There are 4,000 pictures in the recently discovered  archive of Moldovan photographer, Zaharia Cusnir. They show village life, weddings, funerals, formal portraits and faces that are young, old, fresh-faced and worn. There is hope in these faces, as well as sorrow, fear, and existential dread. There are portraits that show the pride that ordinary people take in a bicycle, an accordion, a new pair of boots, a coat, or a dress. And there are group photos; school groups, musical groups, family groups, farming groups.

It’s an extraordinarily beautiful depiction of life in the Soviet republic of Moldova between the 1950s and 1970s, and the story of how it came to be found is quite an origin story. The negatives were discovered by accident in the ruins of Cusnir’s old home (which has lain empty since his death in 1993) in the spring of 2016 by film student Victor Galusca. Since being discovered, they have been scanned, catalogued and published and the life of Cusnir examined in more detail.

Cusnir came to photography by accident. He originally trained to be a teacher, but that career choice went up in smoke when he shot a sheep thief (with a salt bullet – who knew?) and was sentenced to three years in prison. He laboured on a collective farm, and then, at the age of 43, he got hold of a medium-format Lubitel-2 camera (think low-budget Rolleiflex and you get the idea), and so his new career began.

It was a career in which Cusnir (probably – nobody knows for sure) combined his documentation of village life with the taking of pictures necessary for identity cards as well as the commissioning of some of the portraits you see here.

It’s an astonishingly rich collection, with the added spice of a certain roughness in composition that allows cracks to appear in the pictures that allow other elements in that go beyond the formality of the predominantly staged portraits. You see this in the picture of the lute player in his wide-brimmed almost sombrero like hat. You see it in the wedding photo of the couple who pose with two children, or in the boy who leans into the frame where the beautiful girl poses in her new hat and coat.

It’s also a document of a time, of a village that slowly transforms from the traditional to the modern, where religion, communism, ethnic difference, tradition, and modernity all create political, social, and economic conflicts.

Because the archive was discovered in the attic of an abandoned building, comparisons are made between Cusnir and Vivian Maier. But this archive is more about local faces which have a sculptural quality of expression. There are friendships in here, of all kinds, and at times a quiet performance takes place and (with the use of traditional carpet backdrops, reclining figures, and prized possessions) there are echoes of the studio work of Malick Sidibe, Seydou Keita, and others.  

At times the framing is cockeyed; it is the tradition in Moldova to offer guests a drink, and on his photographic excursions would visit multiple homes and come home wasted. His daughter (who died in 2019) feared his photography trips and blamed photography for her father’s alcoholism.

And drink features large in some of Cusnir’s portraits. You can see it on the smiling face of the father in the family photo. His wife is at his side holding a very sleepy-looking baby, their daughter centre frame holding her doll, one finger in the hair. It’s a simple and very amiable take on the family photography were a certain family character comes through, right down to the granite faced grandma in the background.

Cusnir repeatedly photographs death. Crowds of family, mourners, and the curious look down into coffins at the face of the deceased, searching for clues of a life that is no longer visible in the features before them. Most of the time, the body is of an older woman, but then a young woman appears, and you see the eyes of grief-stricken children looking down into the waxen flesh of a woman who may once have been a mother, an aunt, a sister, a friend.

There is real grief in the work of Cusnir, there’s hardship, but there is also real joy and pride. It comes through the lives of rural people who wear their clothes, their homes, their animals, their rides, their partners with pride, who choose to be photographed, to have their lives iconicised through Cusnir’s modest Lubitel-2 camera.

See more (depending on if the website is working) here.