Handmade Waving

if art is only that which is made by hand, what is made of art.

If art is only made by hand, that leaves us with only waving our hands about in the air. Art is more than a gesture. Striking the work of the machine, even the algorithmic machine means we can do nothing but point and mime.

We enter this strange trap by way of online photographers asserting that their devotion is more genuine than another’s; that the darkroom is the only true light. The glow of the safelight is safe assurance of art being made.

They have discovered the argument lodged against the original camera, the original machine of artistic fraud. They don’t notice the trap of their own devices, their own barriers to fuller realization. One artist’s limit is another’s muse.

Chemical engineering, optics and emulsion are no more liberating to all than is sensor and software inhibiting to all. Neither path is the exclusive path – one true path, since the path is just a metaphor, not even an icon.

original sin of photography is that it isn’t handmade so must remain the hand maiden of art

if the handmade is a requirement, how far down the tortoise stack do you go before giving up on the requirement to make your ingredients, or is it “turtles all the way down” the rabbit hole?

Others hold that the earth has nine corners by which the heavens are supported. Another disagreeing from these would have the earth supported by seven elephants, and the elephants do not sink down because their feet are fixed on a tortoise. When asked who would fix the body of the tortoise, so that it would not collapse, he said that he did not know. – Charpentier, ‘A Treatise on Hindu Cosmography from the Seventeenth Century’

SV@nui

silicon valley has never been the truth of place. it is merely the truth of capitalism. It exists only as a word; one invented as a throw away phrase used to sell a newsletter. An offhand remark. Not really a valley; now just a symbol, a pointer to money.

it was never truth: not when the place was picker shacks for prune season, not now that it is coder condos.

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Phil Who

The net is called democratic – everyone participates, hypothetically, with equal input and value. In a propertied, unequal society that cannot last. Distinctions happen. Differences will occur, then accrue. An eddy becomes a puddle which becomes a pond. Upon that pond frontage land will be sold. The For Sale signs arrive. The net was never democratic, just unsettled. An arc isn’t enough of a story. 

A change in media provides a jump ball, a reboot. Shoots after the fire, masons amidst the rubble. The first onto the mound aren’t the ones that will find the best salvage. That comes later, after the digging is easier.

Before silver turned gold, when Ansel was king, photographers gathered in small groups, usually around a school. The called themselves ‘workshops’ ‘foundations’ ‘works’ ‘communities’ and they produced ‘dialogues’ ‘studies’ providing ‘residencies’ ‘internships’ — those that survived did so because of the efforts of very few people. Phil Block was one of those people. He and Tom made a place where photographers could work, show, exchange, and stay awhile.

They provided Mike and Larry a virtual home for some of their work. The Billboards, for a short time spread across Central and Upstate New York. Names were used by most artists; always has been important in a checkbook and grants way. The railroads standardized time, the University Appreciation courses standardized on names, even naming styles and periods… good to have a noun as answer. A Proper answer.

Both Mike and Larry sought name/fame. That was and is the only pathway to pay, either through school or gallery. Ralph Gibson visited the institute (SFAI) with boxes of his books for sale. self publishers have to be self promoters I traded prints for books. I made prints,not money.

da Net Effect

Crossings are not easy. Filling out a blank page isn’t easy. Most people have difficulty with multiple choice so never attempt to fill a blank page. It is easier to link than think.

The people who wrote a little,and were able to publicize that, to link themselves to followers have gained the ARC of the online world. In less than 8 years we have acquired a new set of standard leaders. They now offer critiques, for dollars; set publishers standards ,for dollars. They are the turnstile at the bridge. And they got there because they claimed it. Just as Phil and Tom did. The difference between eras is that now, the online personality factory does it for their own gain; their own brand; their name.

Tom and Phil are just two of about a dozen people who built organizations and shared them readily. You didn’t have to pay them anything. Maybe that is why in this age you don’t know them.

Current celebrity art leaders didn’t build the road, nor the tools, they merely used them. Their website was built using free tools and borrowed ideas. They sought brand name and contribute more to the cult of celebrity than to that of creativity.

Gaining name is a goal: a person becoming a personality. being a branded property. They, as art leaders would say they are different than Paris or Donald. They may be but in what aesthetic sense? Their goal was financial success; theirs.

Were We Were

At the beginning, that wasn’t  the story told around our campfire. Everyone got warm or no one did. Those who wanted fame the most, got it – what little good fame has done, it has been for them.

Phil went on to ICP where he became Uncle Phil. Thanks for the camera Phil.

 

 

a Block.