“There isn’t a photograph in the world that has any narrative ability; any of them. They do not tell stories; they show you what something looks like… to a camera.” – Garry Winogrand
My work looks nothing like Mr Winogrand’s, but I like his philosophy. My favorite work in this class focused on pattern, texture, and shape. No story, no narrative. Just the interplay of light and shadow.
Photo is Stela D from the Copan ruins in Honduras. One of my favorites. Link to original photo, satellite data and other neat stuff by Stephanie Parker.
The overly-long art school title to this linocut is “Mechanical Man Contemplates His Existence In Space and Time”. Seriously! The imagery is a combination of two fascinating historical objects. The background is one of the faces of the Orloj in Prague, the oldest functioning astronomical clock in the world. The figure is one of the first known examples of a completely self-contained biological automaton. Built in 1650, it has been attributed to Juanelo Turriano, a brilliant Renaissance engineer who was known to have crafted mechanical wonders for Emperor Charles V. After Charles passed away, however, Turriano drew accusations of witchcraft and he narrowly escaped torture at the hands of the Inquisition.
During the History of Modern Architecture, we were tasked with the creation of a manifesto. It was to be written as a reaction to the Toledo buildings that were part of a weekend tour. These included the Toledo Public Library, the professor’s own dwelling that she had designed herself, the Gehry addition to the TMA and the more recent Glass Pavilion across the street. Additionally, the manifesto was to be in the form of a poster and had to incorporate images of these same buildings. Of course, I went a little post-apocalyptic with it.
It’s not supposed to make a whole lot of sense. It’s a manifesto. It was more about the mood than the specifics. Closer to poetry than prose. I was pretty happy with it when I turned it in. Looking back now, though, I think I would change the order of the lines to this:
Modern cities stand
as narcissistic boneyards
for mid-century utopian fantasies
Filthy pre-fab headstones
mark a misguided experiment
in mechanical living.
Did we think our machines would grow to love us?
Where skin meets steel it is the body that yields.
In the quest to anthropomorphize our alloys
we have given birth to cyborgs.
that your creations
will outlast you.