Archive for the ‘Exhibitions’ Category

DesCollages @ Le Brklyn – Paris

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

If you’re in Paris, come by Le Brklyn this Saturday night. I’m showing some new and old work in a new way, brought in from the street.

DesCollages in Arles

Sunday, July 20th, 2014

I had a great time in Arles this year. Most of us have likely read the reviews by now, and while the “In” festival may have been underwhelming, Arles was, as always, a great place to network and spend time with people I don’t often get to see in person.

And the “off” festival is getting bigger and better every year. This year I decided to continue in Arles, the work I began last October during les Rencontres Photographiques du 10e in Paris.

rue du Grand Couvent

rue du Grand Couvent

So on most nights, after vernissages, dinners, projections, and parties, I took my broom and bucket out and pasted up my street exhibition in the off-off festival. In the process, I met Isabelle Chapuis and Alexis VI, who were pasting up (with admirable precision) their series Blossom (love it) and watched the evolution of Delphine Henry and her group’s series “Parade,” titled after François Hebel’s name for this years festival. I loved the silent collaboration, placing my work among theirs.

rue de la Calade

rue de la Calade

rue Docteur Fanton

rue Docteur Fanton

Close-up on rue Dr Fanton.  I love the wall textures and wrinkles

Close-up on rue Dr Fanton. I love the wall textures and wrinkles

rue des Penitents Bleus

rue des Penitents Bleus

rue des Penitents Bleus, a spot that became more and more full as the week went on

rue des Penitents Bleus, a spot that became more and more full as the week went on

rue Portagnel

rue Portagnel

rue de l'Hotel de Ville

rue de l’Hotel de Ville

rue du Grand Couvent, someone didn't appreciate this one.

rue du Grand Couvent, someone didn’t appreciate this one.

DesCollages, la suite

Monday, November 18th, 2013

The photo festival, Les Rencontres Photographiques du 10e, continues for another couple of weeks in Paris, and I’ve been out again enlarging the circle of my street exhibition.

There is a map here: DesCollages Map
(though it now includes rue Bichat, near metro Jacques Bonsergent, and also farther west to the Passage des Petites Ecuries, great place to go for drinks and dinner btw.)

DesCollages no. 8 rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 8
rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 4, and what we photograph. Passage des Petites Ecuries

DesCollages no. 4,
and what we photograph.
Passage des Petites Ecuries

DesCollages no. 7  rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 7
rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 9   (La Penseuse)   Blvd Magenta

DesCollages no. 9
(La Penseuse)
Blvd Magenta

La Penseuse qui pleure

Sunday, October 20th, 2013

Je ne sais pas si c’est de la colle ou de la pluie,
mais elle semble pleurer
et ça me plais.

I don’t know if it’s from the glue or the rain,
but she seems to be crying,
and I like it.

Rencontres dans la rue

Thursday, October 17th, 2013

In participation with Les Rencontres Photographiques du 10e arrondissement in Paris, a selection of 9 photos from my DesCollages series can be spotted around the 10th district from now until the end of November. If you see any of them, take a shot and send it to me! Or better, post it to me here:

If you’re in Paris, come by La Petite Louise Friday night, October 18th at 19h, across the street from La Mairie. We’ll be having an opening upstairs and giving away one of the posters!

Elles : Je est une autre

Monday, July 15th, 2013

Julien Martial is a magician. A book-object-making artist. I just picked up my copy of a book we collaborated on, with Jean-Jacques Lebel and three contortionists. Book isn’t quite the right word for it though. It’s a unique photo-book/poem-object, that when opened, reveals a series of photos strung together which spell out “Je est une autre.” (As opposed to Rimbaud’s “je est un autre.”) It was Jean Jacques’ idea, Julien’s conception of the final object and my photos. There are 16 copies, 10 that signed and numbered, and 6 artist proofs.

The book-object-poem closed.

The book-object-poem closed.

The book-object-sculpture open.

The book-object-sculpture open.

Title page.

Title page.

Today at Iris

Sunday, April 22nd, 2012

“My reflexion scares me when I see it in the metro window. Some people are staring, some raise their eyebrows when they see my face. My head feels hot then cold. I wonder if my scalp is blushing.”

I wrote this in a notebook I carried with me in Paris, in the weeks after I shaved my head. It’s not an easy city for a woman to be bald. It showed me how conservative Paris is, how much I prefer to be the one looking rather than the thing looked at, and made me start writing with a vengeance from this new perspective.

Today at 2pm I’m giving a talk in Cincinnati, at the Iris BookCafé & Gallery, where I have a show of three series of self portraits, together entitled FEMME. It’s the first time I’m showing my work in my own country.

Installation at Iris BookCafé & Gallery. Cincinnati, Ohio.

Things people say without thinking

Friday, November 11th, 2011

Overheard in front of Arnulf Rainer‘s work at Paris Photo.
“Je suis un peu malade de la tête, alors c’est normal que j’aime ca.”

Ok, well I like his work a lot and I’m not sick in the head!

Arnulf Rainer's work at the Christophe Gaillard stand at Paris Photo

A classical weekend at 59

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

I spent the weekend photographing a classical music festival at 59 (click here for the story of 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris). It was an ambitious undertaking, with concerts in the ground-floor gallery every hour, 10 hours a day, as well as performances on all six floors. It was open to the public and all completely free, or however much you felt like contributing.

A piano was somehow maneuvered into Suisse’s Musée Igor Balut, where Lise Charrin was playing Bach and Scarlatti.

Lise Charrin nestled in the Musée Igor Balut with piano

Rabbit-filled playground

Monday, October 4th, 2010

Delightfully bizarre. That was Nuit Blanche 2010 at cinquante-neuf in Paris. Live music playing off the second-floor balcony, and alternatively in the ground-floor gallery . . . 20-second street performances in the middle of rue de Rivoli . . . collaborative painting on trucks and toile . . . men dressed scalp to toe in spandex bodysuits, all colors of the rainbow, plus camouflage . . . artists invited for one-night shows throughout 30 ever-evolving studios . . . spontaneous musical collaborations . . . and weaving through all of it, Paul Toupet‘s tireless team of dancing, traffic-stopping rabbits.

One of the lapin crew surveying pedestrian traffic

Mr Gaspard Delanoë welcoming guests at the front door

Crossing Rivoli, the facade of 59

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome...rabbit stopping traffic

Sidewalk view from the second-floor balcony/stage

Suisse Marocain finishing the collaborative truck painting

Spandex on parade

20-second street happening every time the traffic light turns red

Night of the living traffic

Three lapins and a Manuel Baldassare painting



My Arles 2010

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

Hey, just posting a quick update because I said earlier I would write more about Arles. I DID, but it’s over here on Photoinduced!

Please go check it out. I recapped my experience with the portfolio reviews, the exhibit that took my breath away, the reasons I love Arles, and well, some photos too of course…

(Thanks Damon!)

Looking at the Marin Karmitz collection, Les Rencontres de la Photo, Arles 2010.

Illegal poetry?

Friday, May 28th, 2010

So much happened since I last posted, it has left me at times without words, but now I’ll find them.

Front door of 59Rivoli on May 15, 2010

On my birthday, les Omnis arrived in Paris. Beautiful coincidence.

Poets, artists, musicians.
From Cuba, on a European tour.
An extension of their Festival de Poesia Sin Fin.

Friends of my friend Sara Roumette (journalist who spent much time in Cuba), it was arranged that they use my studio at 59 rue de Rivoli for one of their performances because the gallery was occupied by Ruban Vert. The magic of photo studios, you can transform them into anything you want. I was thrilled to be useful.

Amaury standing on his head, in the pot that he wears there, which reads in Spanish, 'this is not a casserole.'

From the moment Nilo, Amaury and Luis Eligio walked in (a 4th member didn’t get permission to leave Cuba), I could see these people were awake, alive, excited, participating in life with full hearts. They’ve worked together for 15 years, have friends all around the world and connect directly, hands-on. People so open are a strong contrast in Paris.

Luis Eligio, makes eye-contact with everyone, after each piece of clothing that he takes off on the sidewalk in front of 59.

Amaury and Nilo wrap Luis in Cuban newspapers so that he can barely move...

...nor talk, nor see

Performance continues upstairs with projections, poetry, music.

Amaury and Nilo

That evening after their performance it took us three hours to walk just over two miles. Everything was new for them, and their interaction with it was energizing for us.

After Paris, they went to Barcelona and there the trip was cut short. Papers. Bureaucracy. A premature return to Cuba. If that wasn’t disappointing enough, they just sent out an email with recent news. When they arrived in Havanna they were “randomly” searched (all three of them) and all of their belongings were confiscated : disk drives, computers, memory cards, cameras, poems, paintings, all images from their tour, all of their work and private correspondence. For 30 days their belongings will be held hostage.

Poets, artists, strip-searched and held for six hours. For what? For thinking differently? For behaving as free-thinkers? For inspiring people in Amsterdam, Denmark, Prague, Paris and Barcelona?

Thousands of kilometers away, this leaves me feeling helpless.

' ' Libres ' '

A night at the Vagabond : Barbès II.

Monday, April 26th, 2010

Sometimes, when you think life can’t get any better, a piano rolls through the door and everything changes.

Thursday night’s vernissage of Vagabond Gallery’s Barbès Pas Grave II found us painting on Gaki and dancing to rag-time. TOUT est possible à Paris, don’t listen to Parisiens who say otherwise.

The list of creatives showing work included myself, Gaki, Adulkid, Yasuyo Iso, Kana Ueno, Etsuko Kobayashi, Sebastien Lecca, Kim Quach and Michel Vray.

Vincent Ange, Vagabond curator and catalyst. Vagabond entrance.

My wall of photos.

Kim Quach and Pascal Foucart watch as Yasuyo preps Gaki.


Gaki-zen getting cold on cement floor as we paint on him.

Sebastien Lecca, Kim Quach and Etsuko Kobyashi painting.

Slowly getting up from the collaboration, he finishes the painting, adds glue and other elements to the void where his body had been.

Gaki rechauffé, with Michel Vray.

During a pause in the action, I’m talking to a German artist about her self-explorations in super-8 while someone orders a piano.

Turns out, Philippe Bas doesn’t go anywhere without his upright.

And I thought my camera bag was heavy.
At least I don’t have to worry about parking.

The excitement and anticipation, while he pushes his piano into place, makes it feel like Christmas morning with Saint Nick making a surprise personal visit. And he hadn’t even played anything yet! Somehow we knew.

This music just makes people HAPPY.

Philippe Bas playing stride lit a fire under this woman.

Piano and good times

Painting in traffic

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

At 59 we sometimes paint on the walls.

Tonight the artist hosted by our gallery painted in the street.

Emmanuel Flipo likes to throw pigments to the wind.

Gaki arrives through a cloud of Flipo's performance

Flipo draws in the street in front of the 59 Rivoli gallery

Flipo making his déssin on rue de Rivoli

Flipo’s exhibition will be on view in the gallery until May 2nd.
59 rue de Rivoli, 75001. Paris.

My two walls

Monday, April 19th, 2010

Back from the sea with burnt forehead.

I moved my studio today.

By the grace of coincidence I’m taking over a small space just next to my old one at 59 Rivoli, that has been prematurely liberated. I will have a corner! I’ve been working in a rather small space, though I am quite used to working in closets. This one was basically a hallway.

Left-to-right, it was . . .

Back-left corner is where I'll now be working. The wall of photos is in the space where I've been the last several months

The full width of my space/hallway/studio, between the the walls. You can see the orange backside of a painting by Bruno Dumont that hangs in front of the entrance to the 4th floor. In the corner there is also the old bathroom door, provocatively painted by Hao, recuperated from the squat days.

The wall between my and Aliocha's studio. The b&w collage is staying, and growing. The other photos and black background are gone. Francesco's studio is in the distance, with his Don Quixote de la Mancha on the far wall.

Barbès – Pas Grave

Wednesday, March 24th, 2010

The Vagabond Gallery is back!

For five days only, and with more events possibly to follow.

Tonight it opened with the usual suspects from 59 rue de Rivoli, plus a good crowd of friends and colleagues. The nomadic event is held in temporarily unused spaces in Paris and transformed for short-periods into a gallery. Terry Milgrom and Vincent Ange are the primary organizers, but it takes a village of artists to make it happen.

This one will be around until Sunday, with the finissage being Saturday night.

98 rue Doudeauville, 75018, Metro Château Rouge

Bruno Dumont sits underneath one of his paintings, with Suisse Marocain and Michel Vray, in the store-front section of the current Vagabond Gallery at 98 rue Doudeauville, Paris

The store-front Vagabond Gallery space at 98 rue Doudeauville contains works from Bruno Dumont, Etsuko Kobyashi, Suisse Marocain, Francesco10 and Sebastien Lecca

Artist Etsuko Kobyashi in front of Barbès-Pas Grave

Artist Emmanuel Flipo in front of the piece he made for the Vagabond Gallery

Michel Vray, neon-lit

La grande espace

Art installation, live music, beautiful solid stone walls...

love these lights, must get some...

L'Amour in front of Suisse's painting, C'est Pas Grave

Vincent Ange, a procurer of space and creator of the Vagabond Gallery

Le Suisse Marocain

Residents of 59 Exposed

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

Thanks everyone who came by 59 last night for our residents’ group show! For those who couldn’t pass through the gallery at 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris, you still have time! The show will hang until February 14th, when it will end with some young, energetic musical accompaniment.

And, a word about 59 and what it means to me, in a way I may have not said before…

It’s sort of a dream to me to be a resident in this building, a place I first encountered in maybe 2001 or 2002, a naive Midwestern girl roaming Paris, thinking “I will live here.” I couldn’t wrap my mind around how the existence of an artist squat was possible (you mean you just stay and not pay rent? how do you get away with that?), and I didn’t know that’s what this extravagantly decorated building at number 59 was.

What I saw that day, standing on the sidewalk among the shoppers on Rivoli, was freedom. Freedom manifested in a way I had never seen before. Freedom, action, creation, coming out of every window and crevice. My gut emotional response was, YES!

That day the front door was closed and I went about my dreamy wanderings. It wasn’t until 2005 that I saw the inside. It didn’t disappoint. Globally, it was colorful chaos, like a marathon five-hour French-style Christmas feast for the eyes. It was warm like sitting around a fire with friends. It had high collective energy and I wanted a key.

In 2006 I saw the building be emptied, in 2009 I saw it re-filled (sorry, skipping a lot in between), and now in 2010 it’s a place where my personal work is taking a new turn. 59, and the people who created and continue to create it, have inspired me with their talent, friendship and encouragement. My life wouldn’t be the same if we hadn’t crossed paths.

On that note, a few photos from the last couple days.


Sebastien Lecca contemplates his installation.

Fanny Duprat paints it black.

Can you find my head in Seb's collection of faces?


Jeff's son Diego, conquering his fear of dogs. He made his first canine friend on this night.

Camille, a frequenter of Parisian art events. Her maitresse, Pring, is behind her in gold ankle boots, which she created. My feet are in pink.

Fanny makes a killer belle blonde.

Resident artists Agnès de la Roncière and Gaki.

Kim, artist in residence, came decked out in angel's wings. Here photographed with Bernard, who always reminds me to consult his agent if I plan to sell a photo of him.

Yours truly, in a dress inspired by and borrowed from Lucie Belarbi, a long-time resident of 59.

Lost in Argentina

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

It’s 2am again and I can’t sleep.  In the morning I’ll be hanging my show at the Maison de l’Argentine at Cité Universitaire in Paris.  The opening is Thursday night and it will hang until mid January.

If you’re in Paris, come on by!

Vernissage invite, photo from a high point in Humauaca, Argentina.

Vernissage invite. Photo from a high point in Humhauaca, in the Jujuy province of Argentina.

Honorably Mentioned at Lens Culture

Saturday, October 17th, 2009

I just heard that a photo of mine received an honorable mention in the Lens Culture International Exposure competition. Yey!

With over 6,000 entries coming from 48 countries, there were four winners and 25 honorable mentions. I’m honored to be listed among such great work.

Check it out here.

The photo comes from a series I did on the life and death of a calf named Carole who lived her short life on a lovely farm in Normandy. The impetus for the project was to know an animal personally, that I then eat.

This photo on the cutting board is meaningful to me because though she is no longer alive, she seems present and aware. It is the intersection of the whole experience.

The head of Carole, a cross-bred calf who lived her 5-month-long life on a farm in Normandy, France. She was brought to slaughter in March of 2008. On the day of this photo, her body returned home in boxes and was labeled, frozen, cooked and re-chopped on this kitchen table.

The head of Carole, a cross-bred calf who lived her 5-month-long life on a farm in Normandy, France. She was brought to slaughter in March of 2008. On the day of this photo, her body returned home in boxes and was labeled, frozen, cooked and re-chopped on this kitchen table.

59 and Photos on Dailymotion

Monday, September 14th, 2009

Continuing the 59 Rivoli story, the Mayor’s office used some of my photos of the squat as it was three years ago, in a video that has a brief summarizing interview with Gaspard Delanoë, one of its founders.  It’s in French, so I did a rough translation, found below.

Rencontrez les artistes de “l’after-squat” 59 rue de Rivoli
envoyé par mairiedeparis. – Découvrez plus de vidéos créatives.

English translation:

You might remember the façade of this building, redecorated by the squat artists residing at number 59. After two years of construction, if the façade is more discreet, the spirit of the place is still there.

Gaspard Delanoë: The history of 59 Rivoli; at the beginning it was a collective of artists called “Chez Robert, electrons libres” who opened the space the November 1st, 1999. It had been empty for about 10 years and belonged to Credit Lyonnais. We entered the building, begin to settle in, and very quickly of course, the state filed a complaint against illegal occupation, and we were sentenced for eviction on February 4th, 2000. Meanwhile, there is the municipal campaign in Paris. The Green party gets involved, there’s the communist party, and the candidate Bertrand Delanoe, from the socialist party, who also gets involved to do something for this place.

In March 2001, Delanoë decides to have the building bought back by the city of Paris for the sum of 4.6 million euros, and then establishes an association to be able to, in time, regularize the premises. And on November 15th, 2006, indeed many years later, after the time to put everything in place, we leave the building. We go to rue de la Tour des Dames, in a space belonging to the city of Paris, and we just came back in the last few days, to resume in this space, renovated to standard, with fire exits, an elevator, a service stairway, etc. But, it’s no longer a squat, because it’s a place that’s been regularized, so it’s an aftersquat. Something a bit new.

Narration: 30 artists, of 10 different nationalities, have settled into studios of between 15 and 20 square meters, for a symbolic rent of 130 euros a month, charges not included. Among them, 20 squatters from the original collective are officially working there.

Anita Savary: I was looking for a studio – I didn’t have a lot of money – so very cheap or free. I arrived in front of this façade, which for me was magnificent, with an interior full of artists. They told me, “You can show your work here for free, we can lend you a room on the 2nd floor.”

So I began like that, in October of 2001. I set up in a miniscule studio that must have been 6 meters squared. After that I had 25 meters squared, then I went back to 15 meters squared. As Mr. Delanoë had promised to take care of this building, the artists, and to follow the story, he did his best, he followed through with everything. So, at present we have returned to the building.

People are going to enter into the gallery, if they are interested seeing it, and once inside they’ll find that they have the possibility to visit the artist’s studios.

Gaspard: It’s a great space that’s divided in 2: gallery on the bottom and first floor, and the artist studios on the upper floors, where people can walk through and meet the artists. So obviously it’s a way of presenting art that is very very different than what is normally done, in a manner deconsecrating.

L’Aftersquat Opens to the Public

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Scenes from the inauguration of the life of the “aftersquat.”
On 09-09-09, 59 rue de Rivoli is reborn.

When the doors opened at 18h, there was already a crowd waiting outside.

When the doors opened at 18h, there was already a crowd waiting outside.

Etsuko Kobyashi, creatively masked.

Etsuko Kobyashi, creatively masked.

Suisse Marocain spotted in the crowd.

Suisse Marocain spotted in the crowd.

Leora Wien, inspecting the spectators.

Leora Wien, inspecting the spectators.

Yosuke being preserved in someone's cell phone, standing in front of Mariko Saito's work.

Yosuke being preserved in someone's cell phone, standing in front of Mariko Saito's work.

Kit Brown and his big heart.

Kit Brown and his big heart.

Sebastien Lecca through the vitrine.

Sebastien Lecca through the vitrine.

Etsuko comes out to serve, um, well you'd have to try it.

Etsuko comes out to serve, um, well you'd have to try it.

Sandy Murden in good spirits.

Sandy Murden in good spirits.

Michel Vray, a long-time 59 Rivoli squat veteran, hidden among the crowd.

Michel Vray, a long-time 59 Rivoli squat veteran, hidden among the crowd.

Gaspard Delanoe.

Gaspard Delanoe.

Percussionist entertains.

Percussionist entertains.

Malamente (of Guappe Cartone) on violon.

Malamente (of Guappe Cartone) on violon.

Barry Jones, after his set, was down in front with a coffee mug full of liquid courage.

Barry Jones, after his set, was down in front with a coffee mug full of liquid courage.

Aliocha expresses himself.

Aliocha expresses himself.

Leora Wien in saffron light, 59 Rivoli glows behind her.

Leora Wien in saffron light, 59 Rivoli glows behind her.

Aliocha :
Etsuko Kobyashi :
Gaspard Delanoe :
Guappe Carto :
Kit Brown :
Leora Wien :
Mariko Saito :
Michel Vray :
Sandy Murden :
Sebastien Lecca :
Suisse Marocain :
Yosuke :

La vie après le squart: 59 Rivoli re-opens

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

The phrase that stuck out in my mind today: “Il faut partager, pas conserver.” (It’s necessary to share, not preserve.) The words came out of Paris Mayor Bertrand Delanoë’s mouth as he talked to journalists while visiting 59 Rivoli. The building at this address in the center of Paris existed as an artist’s squat for 6 years (after having stood empty for 10) and tomorrow at 18h00, after nearly 3 years of renovations, the public is invited to come inside and visit the studios of the 32 artists that started working there this week.

Today was reserved for the Mayor, who made good on his promise to renovate and rendre (give back) the building as a space to create and share their work.

I started photographing this building, and the beautiful faces inside of it, when they moved in 2006. Some of those photos can be seen here.

But here is a look at today.

Suisse Marocain on the lookout for Delanoë's arrival.

Suisse Marocain on the lookout for Delanoë's arrival.

Kit Brown and his Leica. Wearing an example of the t-shirt he offered Delanoe.

Kit Brown and his Leica. Wearing an example of the T-shirt he offered Delanoë.

Etusko Kobyashi, wearing one of her mask creations.

Etsuko Kobyashi, wearing one of her mask creations.

Mariko and Aki.  Sandy M and Anita Savary.

Mariko Saito and Gaki. Sandy Murden and Anita Savary.

The stylish Lucie Belarbi anticipating Delanoë's entrance.

The stylish Lucie Belarbi anticipating Delanoë's entrance.

Gaspard Delanoë (president of the artist's association at 59) and Bertrand Delanoë, surrounded by media.

Gaspard Delanoë (squat co-founder and president of the artist's association at 59) and Bertrand Delanoë, surrounded by media

Leora Wien, a Los Angeles native, shares a moment with Monsieur le Maire.  A painting of President Barack Obama, by Thierry Hodgebar, peeks behind them

Leora Wien, a Los Angeles native with a message, shares a moment with Monsieur le Maire. A painting of President Barack Obama, by Thierry Hodgebar, peeks behind them

The Mayor in Eve Clair's studio on the 6th floor.

The Mayor in Eve Clair's studio on the 6th floor.

Mariko Saito, charming Delanoe in a one-of-a-kind dress.

Mariko Saito, charming Delanoë in a one-of-a-kind dress.

Francesco and Aliocha, who showed up like a rock star after Delanoë made his exit.

Francesco and Aliocha, who showed up like a rock star after Delanoë made his exit.

Suisse Marocain :
Kit Brown :
Etsuko Kobyashi :
Sandy Murden :
Anita Savary :
Lucie Belarbi :
Gaspard Delanoë :
Leora Wien :
Thierry Hodebar :
Eve Clair :
Mariko Saito :
Francesco :
Aliocha :

A Book About Death, and Carole

Sunday, September 6th, 2009

This Thursday, September 10th, is the opening of A Book About Death at the Emily Harvey Foundation in New York. Hundreds of artists from around the world have sent in 500 postcards each, which become their page in the collaborative unbound “book” on the subject of death. Visitors are encouraged to take pages with them to create their own book, thus the exhibit is designed to disappear on its own.

Conceived and organized by Matthew Rose, a Paris-based American artist, it is inspired by artist Ray Johnson (1927-1995). “Between March 1963 and early 1965, Ray Johnson sent out an unbound ‘book’ in the mail one page at a time,” explains Mark Bloch, one of 13 speakers and performers for the opening night. “It was a largely unnoticed milestone in the history of books. To make things even more interesting, like much of Johnson’s art, it took as its subject ‘death’. Now almost 15 years after the mysterious death of Johnson himself, a huge cross-section of international artists have been asked to revisit Johnson’s original strategy by submitting one page each to a new ‘Book About Death.'”

If you’re in NYC, please stop by and check it out!
537 Broadway, 2nd Floor
New York City, NY 10012

[Webcast address:]

My contribution to the exhibit comes from a series of photos I did on the life (and afterlife) of Carole, a darling calf who liked the taste of my coat, and for several nights haunted my dreams. She was born and lived her 5 months in Normandy, France.  Then she was eaten.

Postcard front

Postcard back

Rencontre with Duane Michals in Arles

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

Fresh back from Arles, for the annual Rencontres de la Photographie.

Last year I just wanted to meet Koudelka and I got that chance when I passed him in the street one night. This year’s highlight was meeting Duane Michals, the self-proclaimed “destroyer of the decisive moment.”

I knew some of his work, (excellent interview here if you don’t), but did not anticipate his personality. He was possibly the most delightful person in Arles this week. He gave of himself freely and joyfully, telling stories, making jokes and hurling Obama-style encouragement, “yes you can, go do it!”

Thursday evening he presented a slideshow of his work. He danced his way over to the microphone, in a courageously-attempted moonwalk. He began with “un-PC” jokes that got everyone laughing and then he howled at the full moon.

He told the crowd of photo pros and aficionados (Koudelka was lying on the ground down in front) to take risks and ask questions, to go find your own visual language. Gary Winogrand walked out of his first show, saying “that’s not photography.” Luckily Duane has confidence in abundance. It’s contagious.

For someone needing an ass-kicking in confidence (um, me…), his words help.

On being a photographer, he offered this:
“You are either defined by the medium or you re-define the medium based on your own needs. Now go do it.”

Duane and I, after he gave a tour of his expo.  Arles 2009.

Duane and me, after he gave a tour of his expo. Arles 2009.