I am thinking about the sublime; a new topic for me, and one that will take a bit of getting to grips with on a philosophical level.
I think that the work of the Norwegian photographer Einar Sira fits this term for me. His work is made in a pond in his garden, using decaying plants and animals. Beauty in death.
He recently exhibited at Fix Photo on the Southbank with Laura Noble Gallery.
Exquisite prints with deep blacks on matt paper.
Much of his work relates to dead birds. Post Vitam. Einar spoke of 'two kinds of pictures- the ones that spoke to him and the ones that didn't'.
He worked with one dead bird for 18 months. Norwegians have a lot of sayings about birds.
|Einar Sira talks about his work|
Also at FIX was the work of Elaine Duigenan "Bossfeldt's Apprentice"
Having seen Blossfeldts original plates a few years back I was impressed with the replication of his works using plastic plant ties. More work that speaks to me. The video on her website of her hands holding and working with the ties is a very strong opening statement about the physicality of her work; a combination of photography and sculpture.
Elaine also makes works that appear to be scanned.
Here series 'Nylon' is full of resonances with the past. Beauty in the ordinary. The more works that I see like this, the more I feel I am losing my way with book art. I am not yet able to express myself in a book in the same way that I can with prints.
|from the series "Nylon' by Elaine Duigenan|
I think back to Namibia where I took some images of small shrubs; perfect shapes being the trigger to capture.
I found myself looking for triangles in nature.
This bush fit the bill.
I find myself thinking about scale and shape.
Having seen Tillmans' work at Tate Modern, I feel I need to experiment more with juxtaposition of images.
|dunes at Sossusvlei|