Remember Who You Are

Sunset on the Farm

“Could it be that the great photographers make their great images because they spring from their life, whereas the majority of ‘amateurs’ fail to make great photographs because they are too busy trying to photograph someone else’s life, someone else’s landscape, someone else’s experience? Perhaps instead of going out looking for subject matter, we should simply try to see clearly our life as it is and find the images of significance that surround us.” — Brooks Jensen

A couple of weeks ago, Ray Ketcham suggested I take a look at the work of Andrew Wyeth. He said he felt Wyeth’s work would be helpful to me, since many of his paintings dealt with rural areas and subjects. Why? Because previous to this, I had been studying Edward Hopper. I had seen Hopper’s work in person at the Indianapolis Art Museum and the Art Institute of Chicago and I connected with his use of light and space—and light as space—especially in many night scenes, including, of course, Nighthawks. Even though Hopper’s work has been described many times as feeling lonely and sad, these paintings made me feel comfortable and secure. I am a “night owl” in general, so I could easily imagine myself in a few of those scenes, sitting alone or with one or two other people, just enjoying the silence of the night. I live in a place where many times at night, especially in winter, it is nearly completely silent. I love that and Hopper reminded me that I do. (To me, that is what art does.)

But Hopper’s work is mostly urban, or at least not really rural, so his paintings didn’t always resonate with me fully. I’ve been in Chicago, New York, and other large cities for long enough periods of time where I could match my experience to Hopper’s vision, but my home is in the country and it’s there I’m most comfortable. I grew up in a small town and many of my friends came from farm families. I spent many of my early days playing with my friends in their families’ fields and barns. Later, when I started working summer jobs, I worked on a farm, de-tasseling corn and baling hay. I lived in a small town, but part of me grew up on a farm.

For that reason, at least to begin with, Andrew Wyeth’s paintings were a revelation. His work deeply resonated with me and brought back many memories of my life in rural America, especially his paintings of Chadds Ford and the people who lived there. After seeing these paintings, I wanted to know more about Wyeth and his influences, so I bought a biography to find out more. What I discovered was not only the stories behind his paintings, but something even better.

I found the magical connection between an artist’s head and his heart.

I know people very much like the people that Wyeth knew and painted. I know places very much like the places Wyeth knew and painted. When I read about his love and appreciation for these people and these places, I knew where my work really needed to come from.

Home.

Not just where I live, but what home is to me. Not just close to home, but right there… at home.

It’s been said many times that artists draw from personal experience for the work they create. (Write what you know!) If you look closely at great works of art, it’s pretty much impossible to separate the work from the artist, simply because their work comes from their voice, and their voice comes from their experience, and their experience comes from the fruit of their lives. What Wyeth did for me is to make that connection clear. Your best work comes from your voice, your experiences, your life.

If you asked me to describe the essential message of my book Close to Home, it’s this: Look deeper. See more clearly. Find the material you need to make your photographs. I believe strongly that my (and your) familiarity with a place and its people gives us an advantage over others who don’t know or, more importantly, don’t understand them. As Wyeth describes it:

“You can be in a place for years and years and not see something, and then when it dawns, all sorts of nuggets of richness start popping all over the place. You’ve gotten below the obvious.”

For me, this is the location of the well from which we can draw the raw material we need to produce meaningful work, and it’s something I remind myself of now every time I make photograph.

Remember who you are.

Overcoming Familiarity: Space vs. Place

Spring Feeding

I’ve spent and continue to spend a lot of time finding pictures around my home here in East Central Indiana, which, as anyone who’s been here can tell you, is not always an easy task. One result of this is, of course, my book, Close to Home: Finding Great Photographs in Your Own Back Yard. In it, I attempt to help others see what I see: that great photographs exist everywhere; you only need to look for them. One of the things I discuss in the book is the difficulty we all have overcoming the familiarity of a place. This familiarity can cause us to gloss over many photographic opportunities which, to us, seem mundane and boring. However, I recently came across something that I think can help you to make that shift in your mind and allow you to see beyond the familiar.

In her book, Land Matters: Landscape Photography, Culture and Identity, author Liz Wells talks about space vs. place. She writes:

“The act of naming is the act of taming. In Western culture, describing space as desert, or wilderness, or planet, represents potential comprehensibility and cues scientific and philosophical inquiry. By naming, I mean both the terming of the space as, for example, wilderness, and the naming of such a space as, for example, Antarctica. Naming turns space into place. Once named we no longer view somewhere as unknowable—although as yet relatively little may be known. Likewise, of course, familiar places are those that have come to seem ‘known’. “ (Emphasis mine.)

What this means, of course, is that we perceive the places around us as familiar because we think of them as named. The park, the street, the city—as well as Davis Park, 57th Street, and Paris. I would go a step further and say that we name places even on a smaller scale, again because we crave familiarity. Davis Park becomes “the kids’ park” and Joe’s Sports Bar becomes “the guys’ hangout”, all because we feel more comfortable in places we’ve named and personalized and it makes it easier to recognize them.

This works against us as photographers. We lose the ability to look beyond these labels to what a place or a thing actually is in order to truly see it. Many of the best photographs show us universal truths in specific moments or places, and in order to see them, I think we need to let go of our familiarity. We need to return to thinking of a place as simply a space—a pub that represents many other bars around the world, a city street that looks like a lot of streets in a large city, a man walking along a river that can represent any man or any river. Using your subjects as symbols for a commonality we share can raise your work above simply pretty pictures.

The history of photography abounds with such symbols. A photograph of a woman and her children, down on their luck, becomes an iconic representation of hardship during the Great Depression in the US. A portrait of a girl with bright green eyes and a burning stare shows the determination of the refugees from Afghanistan during the Soviet occupation. These are photographs of specific people in specific places, but we recognize them as representations of the universal human condition. The photographers who made them spent a lot of time in the places where they took these photographs, but they did not forget how to see the familiar as universal.

The flip side to this—and this is the paradox—is that you need your familiarity with these places as well, in order to capture what other photographers will miss. Your familiarity will not only gain you access to scenes others may not, it’s also a gateway to the feelings you have about a subject or place. In the end, you have to balance your closeness to your subject with your photographer’s eye that sees things as they really are… or could be.

It’s a difficult balance to achieve and one I think we will constantly work at over the course of our lives. Our perceptions will change. Our ideas of what is universal may change, but consistently questioning what it is you’re actually photographing and why will help you to make better photographs in the long run.

December 2012 wallpaper

December 2012 wallpaper from Stuart Sipahigil

Look familiar? If you’ve been following my blog since the beginning at The Light Without, you’ll recognize this as the first desktop image I ever posted. Why would I post it again three years later? Because it will be the last desktop image—at least for the foreseeable future.

As you may have noticed, my work and my approach to photography has changed significantly since I posted this wallpaper in December 2009. While I still love images like this one, I’m working on going deeper to create more meaningful work—and trying to figure out what “more meaningful work” actually means to me. Recently, it’s been a bit of a struggle to find images I think are appropriate for desktops, and honestly, my heart is just not in it as it was.

There also hasn’t been much activity here besides these wallpapers, and that is also a result of spending more time discovering my photographic path and paying less attention to the writing one. I’ve spent over a year working with Ray Ketcham, learning and growing as a photographer, too. Now it’s time for me to let all of this settle and find out what my pictures look like moving forward.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the images and I’m sorry for pulling the plug on you—sorry, Mom!—but maybe you’ll stick around for what’s coming, even if I don’t know what that is yet :-)

So click on the image to get your 2560 x 1600px wallpaper one last time. I hope you enjoy it.

Rear Curtain – Issue 3

Rear Curtain - Issue 3

Yep, we’re back. The latest issue of Rear Curtain magazine is now available for purchase. We’ve got a great lineup for you this time, too. Stories that range from New York City Holiday displays to the simple pleasures of life on the family deck. From a mask maker in Venice to the Tea Horse Road in China to a Christian biker club in Adelaide, Australia to an umbrella maker in Burma. Stories from around the world, and stories that resonate around the world.

It’s been my pleasure to help bring these stories to life on the pages of this magazine and I hope you enjoy them as much as we do bringing them to you. My thanks to our contributors for allowing us to share their work, and, of course, to my Rear Curtain colleagues for their hard work to put this issue together.

Head on over to MagCloud to get your copy. You can get a digital download for $6.50, but I’d highly recommend buying the print version ($24.95). Not because we make more money—we don’t—but because printing these stories for you is really why we do this. There’s a feel and a flow to them that’s tangible when you’re holding it in your hands, sipping your favorite beverage, and turning the pages.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed making it for you. And if you’re interested in contributing to Rear Curtain, either for the web site or the magazine, feel free to contact us at info@rearcurtain.ca. We’d love to see your work in Issue 4.

November 2012 wallpaper

November 2012 desktop wallpaper from Stuart Sipahigil

November in Indiana is the beginning of what we call “stick” season. It’s that time of year after all of the leaves have fallen and the trees are bare, but too early for much of a snowfall. Photographically, it can be a tough time if you’re looking for an interesting subject. Sometimes, though, there are exceptions.

This month’s wallpaper is one of those. My next door neighbors have a couple of trees in their yard that don’t begin to change color until mid- to late November. They’re a vibrant punctuation to the end of the fall season and a burst of color in the middle of a lot of dull gray. I love the density of the color here, warmed by the late November sun dipping low in the sky. I hope you do, too.

Click on the image above to get a 2560 x 1600px image for your own burst of color in drab November.