Welcome. I'm a photographer and multimedia producer currently based on the East Coast. This blog will be mostly visual in nature, with some written commentary peppered in as appropriate. Hopefully, no matter what form the blog takes shape, this page can inspire a thoughtful engagement with and conversation about photography and photographic language. In other words, I'll do my best to stay away from Instagram.
My father William died recently, and much of my time over the past couple of months has been spent caring for him in his last days. As you can see, the image above is sort of a "before and after" diptych of the room, the view from just inside the doorway. For six weeks this room was the locus of all of the activity in my mother's house, as it is here where we gathered to care for my father, to feed him, to give him his medication, to talk with him. I have always been interested in spaces and the reflection they have on the people who inhabit them, and this space was incredibly significant during a defining period in my life.
I remember being terrified of taking that first photograph - afraid of what my family would think about me wanting to have this image, afraid of what it was I was even looking to express. It has been said that photography can either be a "mirror or a window", and I think photography about one's own family and spaces can be so challenging because of its reflection on the artist - it's another layer of complication to work through during the creative process.
Diptychs are meant to be a conversation between images - they inform each other, talk to each other, and if successful become more than the sum of their parts. While I'm not sure if this image works removed from context, I think it succeeds because of the juxtaposition of details. The ruffled comforter, the pulled back sheets of the hospital bed, the cord draped over the edge on the left image - and on the right, an attempt at a return to relative order and normalcy after a period of chaos: The freshly vacuumed carpet, the comforter tightly tucked in, but with the dent in the carpet where the leg of the bed used to rest, an imprint remaining of what was.
A note about the blog name: in photography, a "read" is how elements in an image cohere and convey themselves to a viewer. If you say that an element in an image has a "great read", it means its form and expression contributes to having an impact on the viewer - a "dead read", by contrast, would be a superfluous, non-contributing element to a photograph. It's an admittedly obtuse attempt at self-deprecation.
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