Great project.
Beautifully done.
Great project.
Beautifully done.
Very moving - kindled memories of my parents.
Do your family snapshots grab you by the throat?
This pictures are of great interest, reminds me some work I have done with aged people. The most difficult, perhaps, is when it concerns one's own family. Here is a link for an article and a photograph that might meet up with the initial question (Do your family snapshots grab you by the throat?).
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-en...s-1101386.html
http://macoquis.caraldi.com/scaled/A...s/descanzo.jpg
Moving, indeed ... I can relate. A 10-tissue work, like reading underwater. Excellent, very well done.
Thank you for that link, percepts - a real gift to pass on. I just sent it to both my girls.
These pictures do make you stop, and think-
But since we're all involved in the production, as well as the consumption of images,
there are maybe other things to notice-
all the pictures are so carefully composed so as to exclude all clutter-
it just doesn't exist-
Does that mean that the clutter was removed for the purpose of making photographs,
or that it didn't exist in the first place?
I know that in most people's homes, especially those of a certain age,
a lifetime's worth of memorabilia and possessions will take over the space,
and your photographic compositions will lose some of their power and directness-
I couldn't expect to replicate the power of this series of images without arguing with my parents about the removal of their stuff-
It looks like theses pictures have been stripped bare to begin with,
although, equally, I could be just imposing my own experiences onto them-
However, part of the power of this series of pictures is the absence of any distractions, and I thought it might be worth noting-
Very moving stuff though, beautifully written, almost like turning the pages in a child's story book...
joseph
I noticed that too. But I think its the younger couples flat and beleive it or not, there are people who don't fill their house with trinkets.
Less is more...
I didn't get that, from my reading- in fact, the opposite, from talk of visits, and closets-
Less is more...
must remember that one-
The visual style of this series relies on the absence of everything not directly supporting the narrative-
That's all I was attempting to say-
Nice little keepsake project but doesn't do anything for me
I dont know the man and eventhough I can understand
This happens everywhere
I cant imagine a gallery full of these
Its personal
Makes me wonder why people may care about this sort of work
Post mortem photos of the victorian age
Nobody gets worked up over those on ebay
Would an album full
Is it just because this is sort of in his last/later years having such a difficult time
is it because he's fearful/scared/coming to terms
Because we're scared for him
Because we're scared of ourselves aging/dying
to make us feel good about ourselves
maybe because we dont have the tight familial bonds people used to have
we create a book of their everyday lives over a week/month/year span to make it seem we've been there more than we have
Because we care when others care
Because we'd like our important people to be important to others
feel pressured for all these reasons to make yourself fall in line with what society tells us to be "_____" good or whatever
People age and die everywhere all the time
its normal
Not sure life nearest death should be celebrated any more than life at any other point
I dont think its any more significant because soon we wont have chances for new memories
it begins and ends its happy and its sad and its life
I just dont get it
soak up the last days sure but if you need to soak them up to make up for ______
thats what really sad
My grandfather is having a rough time of it right now and during my last visit -for my fathers wedding-I was basically in charge of taking care of him
he was a bit of a mess and in a lot of pain
He didn't like me having to do things for him but was always appreciative that I cared enough to not say anything about his wet sheets middle of the night or his walking around in the buff or moanful halfsleep, endlessly repeating stories, or meal/meds preparation
It was an honor for me
I got to experience him during that time of his life but its not more important to me in any way than going fishing with him or hitting balls at the range years prior in good health
second to last day of trip we had a bit of an emergency and every checkup the very attractive young nurse made would cause his pulse to rise
That's what I remember about that time with him ..that undying optimism
but ... when that day comes I wont be remembering him only as this feeble dude and I don't need to remind myself that I CAN care for such people
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