searchingtoseetell me a story
© Robert Frank, Mabou 1997 – image reproduced at Mutual Art
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Stories are necessary, enchanting, evocative things; but they can also be the means by which our dreams are traduced or defused, defiled or filed away. We learn to read sideways. We learn to read by the light of secret planets and signs.
Excerpt taken from From one state to the next by Ian Penman (included in the forward to Robert Frank, Storylines)
One of the things I love most about blogging is the opportunity it provides to make connections with so many other creative and inspiring people. I remember vividly the excitement of starting this blog four years ago; gaining followers, having people comment on my pictures for the first time, discovering other like-minded bloggers. I posted a series of pictures my husband and I had taken in a house in Italy, and a fellow blogger (writer) asked if he could pen some words to them as a writing prompt, and so an artistic collaboration evolved with Nathan from The Whole Hurly Burly. I was curious to see what he would come up with, and it was indeed a fascinating process seeing your own pictures take on new meaning through somebody else’s eyes. It was good, from my part, to know that a collection of pictures which I had put together had the possibility of narrative, and that they could not only tell a story, but provoke an emotional response, and one which had resonance.
Sometime later I found the courage to instigate another artistic collaboration on a larger scale when I imagined the journey of a photograph project. A humble forgotten photograph has taken on new life, weaving words, stories and memories in its flight around the globe.
I remember the exact moment when I realised that exploring narrative in photography was something not only important but necessary, and that combining words with images was what I wanted to aspire to do in my own photography. It was when I went to see the Storylines exhibition at the Tate Modern in 2004.
Frank is a storyteller; he attempts to convey narrative and sequence in his work employing not just photography but text – sometimes just single words and images, sometimes scratching the words into the surface of the negative – as well as video and film to create a dialogue (although more recently he has focussed exclusively on still photography). His later more experimental autobiographical work (and especially his polaroids and Mabou series from his home in Nova Scotia) for me is extremely powerful; saturated with emotion and complex layers of meaning. Photographs are grouped together haphazardly, peppered with random words sometimes scratched angrily or smudged. Fragments of writing, like diary entries, sometimes typed or handwritten are cut and pasted onto sets of images, creating crude collages which further add to an impression of fear, confusion, but also of profound sadness. There is so much to look at and explore in this work which reads like an expulsion, an exorcism even, of inner torment.
Although his later work never received the critical acclaim of the earlier projects such as The Americans (perhaps because it is less accessible?) I found it very moving. It speaks (to me) and tells the story of a deeply disturbed state of mind. Of a man who is broken.
One for a boy, one for a girl.
Strong and tall and vibrant.
Remnants.
From the earth, which fed us.
A simple, hearty supper shared amongst friends.
And then, to the earth it returned.
Well, she ate, and enjoyed her meal.]
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This blog post is a re-working of two previous blog posts; words and pictures, and the feathers.
The feathers is also available to purchase as a limited edition print from my artfinder shop.
© words and images Emily Hughes, 2015
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I’m pleased to have read this entry. Excellent. The photo is evocative and beautiful; your words so well paired with the image.
thanks Cynthia!
Beautiful post. Robert Frank is one of my favorite photographers. He really captured the essence of life and humanity.
You have pieced together yet another beautiful photograph with beautiful words. 🙂
I totally agree with you. I think it’s his vulnerability as an artist which struck me with his later works. Thanks for your words 🙂
Thank you much for this Emily. Frank has been so important a stimulus and nourishment for me for many years. How I would love to see an exhibit, and how moving it must have been (still with you over a decade later!). Frank does achieve something of the Word/Image marriage that I have always felt-sought. Our collaboration(s) have reached near and close to my imaginings as well. Perhaps the time approaches for some new co-endeavor?! Thanks for these posts and works in the midst of…
I get so little time to visit exhibitions these days, which I really regret. It was one which stayed with me… I’d be happy to think about another collaboration although things are a little chaotic right now. Let me put my thinking cap on over the Easter holidays…
yes, i was thinking more toward the Summer months myself 🙂
Love Frank’s photos. And yours is exquisite too.
This is a beautiful testament to the idea of text and image together. And I like the Robert Frank photo very much – thanks!
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it; I love Robert Frank!
Cynthia’s comment said it so well:)