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Sunday, 12 January 2014

Auschwitz Before and After by Charlotte Delbo



I read Auschwitz Before  and After by Charlotte Delbo after I was sent it by Deborah Parkin. It was a battered old copy complete with annotations from when Deborah was doing Holocaust Studies. And it didn't exactly seem like cheery reading so I never quite got round to it.

But Deborah badgered me and so I started reading it. I've never read anything quite like it. As the title suggests, the book follows Delbo through different layers of suffering. At Auschwitz, Delbo (who was in the French Resistance) describes how survival is not something that happens but something you choose; and the longer time goes by and the more you suffer, the harder it is to choose - death is the easy choice, death is the human choice, the choice where comfort, release and all the soft emotions lie.

As Delbo says...

'They expect the worse, not the unthinkable.'

The more Delbo suffers, the more she becomes one with her surroundings; the land, the water, the mud, the cold, the sun. Her whole being seeps into the mud that she struggles to walk through when it's wet. Cold cuts through to the depths of her being in Winter, and when she gets a chance to wash herself in a stream, her feet and nails have merged with the socks she has not taken off for so many months. Even the salvation of spring sunshine comes at a cost with the realisation that it's much harder to die when it's hot. The Summer means a longer death with more suffering.

At the same time, Delbo also becomes one with those around her. She is both an individual who must reach into the deepest recesses of her mind to survive, but also part of an organic community identity. When the cold, fatigue, hunger, thirst, pain or despair get too much, it is the other women in the group that will save her, if save is the right word because the depersonalisation and pain ran so deep, the cruelty so all-encompassing as exemplified in this quote from the book.

"I was standing amid my comrades and I think to myself that if I ever return and will want to explain the inexplainable, I shall say: “I was saying to myself: you must stay standing through roll call. You must get through one more day. It is because you got through today that you will return one day, if you ever return.” This is not so. Actually I did not say anything to myself. I thought of nothing. The will to resist was doubtlessly buried in some deep, hidden spring which is now broken, I will never know. And if the women who died had required those who returned to account for what had taken place, they would be unable to do so. I thought of nothing. I felt nothing. I was a skeleton of cold, with cold blowing through all the crevices in between a skeleton’s ribs."

And then there is After Auschwitz when Delbo returns home to France and the suffering continues in psychological form. With the constant battle for survival gone, nothing is real anymore. The suffering she has experienced distances Delbo and her fellow concentration camp survivors from the remainder of society. Delbo visits her old comrades and they describe how they are surviving; in a half-life where questions are constantly asked of everyone they meet - what would this person have done in Auschwitz, how can this person possibly understand what I have been through, how can I laugh with my children when...

Strangely enough, the book wasn't depressing at all. It was horrific, compelling and illuminating but had overtones of life in it while still being brutally visceral. Anyway, if you are remotely interested in history, the holocaust, survival or landscape, or humanity in its broadest sense, Auschwitz Before and After is essential reading.

Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Andy Adams, Making Pictures of People and Touching Strangers



picture by Richard Renaldi

Stacy Kranitz from the previous post also features on Flak Photo's Making Pictures of People, an online exhibition curated/exhibited by Andy Adams and the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art.

Andy Adams is a social networking beast, the go-to guy for finding how to use the internet for a consistently uplifting experience that is also increasingly sophisticated in its outlook. Lovely and smart don't always go together but they do with Andy.

Listen to Andy speak on Wisconsin Public Radio here, discussing key images from the series and the different readings that can be given to them.

The layout of the website is simple but fantastic: pictures followed by short interviews which are direct and revealing. The line-up is fantastic too. From the UK there is Deborah Parkin (whose wonderful prints I saw in person at Film's not Dead last month - just gorgeous), Jim Mortram, Simon Roberts and Laura Pannack.

But then there's Doug DuBois, Yolanda del Amo, Molly Landreth, Cara Phillips, Shen Wei and many more. It's a bit Anglo-heavy as is the nature of the beast, but there is a lot of diversity in who is represented and how they are represented.

I think my favourite interview is from Richard Renaldi's Touching Strangers, an incredibly simple project where Renaldi gets strangers to touch each other. Simple can be beautiful as Renaldi shows in a really quite lovely twist on the Old Street Straight-Up.



These portraits are extremely difficult to make, involving complex negotiations with the participants that push them past comfort levels, into a physical intimacy normally reserved for loved ones or friends. Their reluctance and predisposition towards conventional poses has pushed me into the role of director and my initial attempts at creating these complicated images resulted in extremely tentative and uncomfortable photographs. The most obvious and frequent gesture people make when not given instruction is to hold hands or extend their arm around the other’s shoulder. I knew I wanted more. I was inexperienced and apprehensive about directing my subjects, but as time progressed and I did more shooting I started to imagine more complex and emotional relationships between them. 




And this is from Deborah Parkin who makes wet plates of her children.

The process felt such an intimate collaboration – I loved seeing how the children would momentarily drift off – it was a stillness that I rarely saw in their waking moments and there they were on a plate, beautifully still. I have developed a good relationship with the children, listened to their ideas, watched them play, and from there, we worked on how we could make this work for wet plates. 
The series has developed over several years. Sometimes there was a house full of around 10 children who organized themselves and decided how they would liked to be photographed – for example, some wanted flowers, some wanted to lie down, some dressed up, some just sat against a wall.  Most of the time however, it is just a one on one experience in a very quiet atmosphere.




picture by Deborah Parkin


And this from Dave Jordano who photographed in Detroit.


I started this project in 2010 after reading about so many photographers who were going to Detroit to photograph all of the abandoned factories and the emptiness that was so pervasive there.  Detroit is my hometown and I felt that this one-sided photographic approach to the city, although accurate and noteworthy, didn't give full credit to the people who live there and who have been struggling for decades with Detroit's economic decline.  My first encounter with the city wasn't much different from my predecessors in that I too was drawn to the sprawling, empty, wasted landscape, but I quickly realized that I was contributing nothing to a subject that most everyone already knew much about, especially those who had been living there for years. 



picture by Dave Jordano

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Deborah Parkin's Dark Sentimentality






I'm reading Photography and Death by Audrey Linkman at the moment - a fun read on Victorian Death Pictures. I like how in old memento mori pictures, dead children were so often surrounded by flowers - symbols of life, purity and godliness. If they were photographed on their deathbed, the flowers were a symbol of the love of the surviving relatives and would also help mask the smell of death.

A couple of weeks ago I did a book swap with Deborah Parkin and received a beautiful Ethiopian-bound
( wood-covered) handmade books, Stillness in Time. It's absolutely beautiful and fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. Flip it open and there are small prints of her collodion prints of her children paired with quotes from books that range from the poetic to the tragic. Deborah studied holocaust studies, so there are suitably dark quotes in there. And then there are the flowers; they surround her children, who pose with eyes closed. They look like memento mori. And when they don't look like memento mori, they look like pictures from a second world war archive, like refugee children.

So the pictures are beautiful and sentimental with a nod to both nostalgia and the archive. And the text is sombre and bleak. It is a difficult combination to pull off, but Deborah does it admirably. It's Dark Sentimentality.

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Deborah Parkin: September is the Cruellest Month






More on handmade books  with Deborah Parkin, whose wonderful black book of tipped in prints and hand-written text is sitting next to me now. It's called September is the Cruellest Month and it's a wonderful exploration of childhood with the words tying in with the pictures beautifully. It's fascinating to see other people's pictures of childhoods, the influences and ideas, the crossover with one's own, the verge towards the lyrical and the tender, the way words bring out elements that go beyond the visual and reach out into a wider world. September is the Cruellest Month is a great title, one that refers to the end of the school holidays, the sense of dread that the coming school year represents, the end of the imagination, wildness and immersion in beauty and nature that comes with renewed immersion in schooling and work.

Deborah also has a blog where she talks about her work, her experiments with printing and her studio - read the Deborah Parkin Blog here.


I am intrigued by people, particularly children, their thoughts and behaviour.
I am fascinated b
I am intrigued by people, particularly children, their thoughts and behaviour.
I am fascinated by memory.
I am obsessed with the photographic image.
This is what my work is about.
y memory.
I am obsessed with the photographic image.
This is what my work is about.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

What is Success: Part 2 of 2

Part 1 to the question What is success? came yesterday. Here is Part 2.

Scroll down for answers to the question from:

Harry Hardie of Here  




"What makes a photograph successful for me is a very difficult question. It is not asking what makes a "good" photograph. However asking that question maybe answers the first question.

If what gauges whether a photograph is successful is how it changes or affects public opinion,  then one has to look at the pictures taken by, and which "star" Lynndie England, the US Army reservist who, either took or produced the pictures that came out of  Abu Ghraib in 2005. Should she get a Pulitzer? a World Press? Maybe, although that was not her aim as such...

For me personally a good photograph works in the way that, in literature, magic realism works. It is a photograph of a reality, of something based in the real, and yet alludes to something stranger or greater, however subtle, hence enhancing the reality..

It is also a question of layers, and understanding in the work, a successful photograph can be enjoyed or inform in different ways (on different layers) all at the same time. One minute its the content that engages you, then its where that content fits into history, and then the context of how, when and why the picture was taken, and of course the formal beauty of the photograph."



I think the word success is very difficult to define, because is it determined by the outside world's reaction to the work, or within the mind of the person producing the work? And if the register is set too far to either extreme, the work can either become self-indulgent or disposable. The artist can become too reactionary to internal or outside impulses.

At the same time, we are accustomed to a world of tangibles, of definite objects. Success is amorphous and changes shape with time. A failure can shift into success; a one-time success can erode into embarrassment.

Success for myself is not just about doing good, professional work.For lack of a better word, there's an element of magic. An innocuous detail that pushes the image into another level. When we're lucky, when we trust our instincts, we're hit with an electric charge. Does
this last? Oftentimes it doesn't. When the initial burst of clamor fades, but there's still magic in it, people still respond, you still feel something when you see it. That to me is success.



Thank you for asking what you called a stupid question, but which is arresting in the sense that I really had to pause and think how to answer it in an intelligent way. Success for work normally is taken to mean that it achieves whatever its maker intended, n'importe quoi. It could be all the things you mentioned: personal, financial, moral, social. Since it's always a good idea to ask what the question really is asking, I ended up looking at where the modern concept of success had come from. What is "success"? Do I really know my English, or am I like my friend from college days, who confessed having no clue about some of the words she regularly used. 

Looking it up (knowing it is derived from Latin), I found this explanation for the original meaning of the word, which designates "that, which comes after" :

 "Imagine a procession [pro + cedere = going forward], led by a dignitary. Behind him are his underlings, i.e. those who are "under" him. They therefore "go under" or "succeed" him. That is the original meaning of success/succeed in English. It is still used in that way to mean somebody following another in office, e.g. the succession to the throne. According to this site: {link}"succeed" was first used with the modern meaning (i.e. of accomplishing a desired end) in 1586."

In that dry sense, success is simply that what comes after, what follows. So, taking it from there, I guess that if very little follows from setting your work free in the world, it is said to have little success. If much comes after, you have a huge success. Having a lot of success can be like having a crowd of followers; it depends very much on what your viewpoint is, what you care to see, and how you value what comes after. For some work it might mean getting the secret service on your tail... in some cases a desired end, in some cases maybe not.  Sometimes your success - the amount of stuff and people who start following your work and sometimes even yourself - might hamper freedom of movement, much in the way a long train of a dress would. Lots of people get tangled up in that kind of stuff. 

For me, personally, at this point in my life, real success would most likely consist in getting many things to follow from a photograph - of whatever nature you desire these things to be  - yet without this long train of things restricting the free movement of the work, slowing down whatever you sent it out to carry forward in this world. I see work as that dignitary heading the procession. In the word dignitary hides the word dignity. If you look it up - e.g.  in the free dictionary - you see that it has a threefold meaning, and each of these can be said to apply what is considered successful work. 

Some work is esteemed in and of itself, it has so called intrinsic qualities.

We all want to believe our own work has that noble quality of true worth. This is the kind of success that waits to be discovered - or not. 

Some work is esteemed for its formality in bearing and appearance.

This is work that creates the impression that it is important, that we ought to pay attention and respect to it, rather than banking on its intrinsic quality. We could all name a few works that could be subsumed under this header.

Some work is esteemed for the rank or the station achieved.

Very few people contest the success of an Ansel Adams these days. Some living photographers act like they have already achieved that status. This is the kind of success one should be very suspicious of, where you should start to have doubts of a royal nature. It is the shiny kind: it tends to reflect mostly on the people who hang around merely for the advancement of their own interests. 

Of course this is a grossly cynical generalization of successful work and their makers, but it reinforces the metaphor of your work being put out in the world to carry something forward, to create things happening in its wake. Sometimes your work can be advanced by other people or events for reasons beyond your control, which can be a good or a bad thing, again depending on your perspective, taste and aims. 

However, what I have come to learn, is that it is takes courage to defend the integrity of your work when entering the public arena, which is the ultimate place to see if the work really has that kind of stamina and worth, the ability to carry something around. Personally, I am interested in works that light up the place by itself, rather than shine in borrowed lights, in work that brings energy into play, and does not drain the available resources, in work that creates space rather than takes up space.  



I think the answer is that it changes as hopefully I mature as an artist/photographer. As a student it was to please the tutors. After college it was to succeed as a 'professional photographer' at any cost. It then became about competition/approval. Now and this sounds a bit wanky, It's about pushing myself and making something which I believe in and that feels true. I am an artist who has chosen to use photography as my medium. I believe in photography as an art form which is why I sometimes get so critical about the 'photography world'. I gave up on the financial side years ago, although I wouldn't complain if some big fuck off gallery wanted to sign me up!



Funny enough I had this conversation with a friend a few weeks ago. I think ultimately for me it is having an audience, sharing my work and having a reaction or emotional engagement with it. My work is deeply personal but if someone else can identify something in it or with it then I am very happy and therefore successful.

Would I like to make money? Yes, that would be nice but regardless I will keep doing this, it is part of who I am (I know, a cliche, but true nonetheless).


If people can connect with my pictures and enjoy them that is enough for me. It’s like you are walking down the street and you smile at someone and they smile back. There is nothing given and nothing taken. It is just like a little nudge, a recognition of humanity and life. That is what photography means to me. It is my profession, it is my religion, it is my karma, it is my life.


Since Sleeping by the Mississippi was my first project and I had virtually no audience, the goal was to try and finally make something good enough for a pretend audience. Up to that point I’d done some decent work, but I never felt a full project was really good enough for a broader audience. My primary goal was to make something worthy of showing to anyone beyond my little circle.

Now I have a bigger circle. But since I have a few bodies of work under my belt, the danger is becoming stale. The goal with the new work is to make something that feels fresh and unforced. Of course I also want to make something good.


Anastasia Taylor-Lind

The value of a photograph is in that it is a form of communication between 2 people (a way of communicating something between the photographer and the viewer).... this is the point of photography. Considering this, photography has little value if no one sees it. Johnny Cash would not have served the world if he had sat in his bedroom singing his beautiful folk songs to himself. So, the most important consideration of whether a project is a success to me,  is if it is seen.

Money is in many ways irrelevant..... there are easier ways to make money than shooting long-term personal projects (waitressing for example). That said it is also hard to quantify how "much" money one makes from a story. I guess the most obvious way is through editorial sales... how much money do you make from people BUYING the pictures. But a project can also make money through awards, grants and scholarships that give cash prizes or expenses to shoot a new story. One can also raise your profile within the photographic community and expand your client base, or be commissioned for an assignment on the strength of a specific story. At the very least, each new project strengthens your portfolio.

I personally don't believe that images, or the act of photographing can effect tangible change, although photography can certainly be use to "make a difference". Marcus Bleasedale's work from the Congo is a very good example of this. Certainly, in this case, it is not important how many people see the images, but WHO sees them. But i think it is the way one uses the pictures in a campaigning context that bring about that change, not the photographs themselves . Photographs are humble things, and i think it is naive to expect too much of them. If i was primarily concerned with changing the world, i would have become a lawyer, or a doctor, or a human rights activist.

I guess, on a personal level, I am happy for myself if I feel a story communicates in some small way the experience of being in a particular place, at a particular time to someone else, who wasn't there. Photographs of course have great value as historical documents. They are also of great value to the people in them. Perhaps family photo albums are the images with the most value in the world. It is important to me, and I suppose you could say it is a measure of the projects success, that I send prints to the people in my photographs, that they like them, that they put them on their walls... and that the experience of  having a photographer (me) living with them and photographing them is a positive one. For me, photography is mostly about traveling around the world, on my own, and making friends. If I develop friendships that last longer than the time I spend shooting a story (as is often the case), then that project is also a success.



Gemma-Rose Turnbull

Success is measure in tiny incremental goals along the way. It’s someone discovering how to focus a camera, or someone being excited by the photographs they have taken. Someone relishing the opportunity to share their story. For me it’s taking time to get to know and care about the people I am working with, rather than running through their lives and taking their images from them for my own personal gain. 



Your question is not stupid and I think I asking myself this question all the time. for a "young" photographer I think that success of a project or image is getting a feedback from someone that visited the web site or saw one of my exhibitions. I know that my works are not that commercial. In this point of my career i wish to get to more and more people and don't think about selling prints and most of all I wish to enjoy my act of photographing and get satisfaction. I'm working as a printer in one of the wellknow photo shops in Jerusalem so I have everything that I need for my photography. I wish that someday I could live from my art but right now it's only a dream.


It's a complex question of course, and in the end it depends on what you consider success.
In the end for me it's pretty personal.

I  suppose I should write about Sweet Nothings as it's the work of mine that's received the most public and private attention. I made the work at the end of my time living in Turkey ( though in reality I'm back there pretty often).

Somehow I managed to both consciously and intuitively make this series. I was somehow driven by a sense of clarity, and a desire to be completely simple... The physical act of making the work required for me to work with  cumbersome equipment, loading and changing film in not such easy circumstances, perhaps this physicality appears  somewhere in the images  too.

More importantly are the girls in the images far beyond me and my camera...what happened in front of me/my camera was something else.

Of course I set the scene if you like, and I have asked of the girls to look directly into the camera's lens, but all the details of their expressions and body language were and are the thing that I feel make the pictures...these accumulative and individual aspects of these young, vulnerable, proud, shy, girls set in this landscape on the borderlands.

I remember each and every one of them, I remember the before and the afters....our brief encounter together touched and impressed, and still impresses me.

Since making the pictures they have taken on a life of their own,...in the end the responses I receive on a personal level are the ones that resonate most powerfully the responses often of ordinary, people who are not necessarily photographers, how they feel somehow connected with the girls in the photographs.

Finally, I imagine when I return to the girls will really be an important moment, of whether or not the images, and I suppose the remembering of having had their images made, will be the real test.