Currently up at the International Photography Hall of Fame is an exhibition that I curated called, St. Louis Shoots: Contemporary Street Photographers from St. Louis. The exhibition will be on display until April 27, 2014, and the Museum’s hours are as follows:
In case you missed it, here are my installation shots for the Anna Kuperberg’s South Side exhibition at the International Photography Hall of Fame. The show ran from February 7, 2014 to March 7, 2014. If you would still like to see some of Anna’s work in person, a portion of the South Side images are included in my new exhibition at IPHF, entitled, St. Louis Shoots: Contemporary Street Photographers from St. Louis (up through April 27, 2014).
Jarred Gastreich; St. Louis, 2013
I hope that all of you will make it to my next exhibition at the International Photography Hall of Fame, which I have guest curated for the Museum. The opening is March 7, from 6-9p, and the run is from 3/7 to 4/27.
“St. Louis is a city with a rich photographic heritage stretching back almost to the very origin of the medium. Today, the cultural landscape of the city supports a diverse array of photographic artists, including a large network of street photographers who work with the city as either their subject or home base.
‘St. Louis Shoots: Contemporary Street Photographers from St. Louis’ features work from such recognized artists as Yvette Drury Dubinsky and Sam Fentress, while introducing the photographs of many talented newcomers. For an outsider’s perspective, the exhibition will juxtapose a portion of ‘Anna Kuperberg’s South Side’.
On view with the legendary photographs featured in ‘Decisive Moments: 20th Century Street Photography Prints from St. Louis Collections’, the exhibition offers an exciting comparison of current talent to those masters who defined the street.”
Some other images from the exhibition after the jump. (more…)
Anna Kuperberg; South Side, St. Louis; image courtesy of Anna Kuperberg, © Anna Kuperberg
The International Photography Hall of Fame and Museum will feature Street Photography from February 7th to April 27th, 2014. The main show is called, Decisive Moments: 20th Century Street Photography Prints from St. Louis Collections, and will include works from such notable artists as Henri Cartier-Bresson, Walker Evans, André Kertész and many more.
It is time for my annual “best of the year” post (in no particular order), and what a great year it was!
While 13 is often a number associated with bad luck, 2013 began with a stroke of excellent luck for me- The Riverfront Times awarded this blog with the designation, “Best Arts Blog, 2013“. A true honor, the award brought many new readers to Hours of Idleness, and helped draw some focus back toward my other online project, Photo Flood Saint Louis (which, in January of last year, appeared about to run out of steam). Today, PFSTL is a thriving community of photographers with a broad membership. Another thing that the RFT Award did was motivate me to begin work on an ongoing, multi-segment article outlining the history of photography in St. Louis. My research on the article led me from sifting through the cavernous archives of the Saint Louis Art Museum to exchanging emails with one of my favorite contemporary artists. I was even able to help attribute a work to Ansel Adams (of Wainwright’s Tomb in Bellefontaine Cemetery, that the artist’s foundation was previously unaware of).
Lewis Hine; Newsies at Skeeter’s Branch (They were all smoking), A.M. Monday, May 9, 1910; Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, National Child Labor Committee Collection, LC-DIG-nclc-03489
On Black Tuesday, November 28, 1939, the thick gray smoke billowing from the many coal-burning furnaces around St. Louis literally choked out the sun. Noontime on Black Tuesday was described to have looked like just after sunset. Resulting from this, the city passed stricter legislation requiring infrastructure change and the use of cleaner burning fuels, which had the support of residents, who had foresaw something of their possibly catastrophic future in “the day that the sun didn’t shine”. Sometimes it takes a dramatic gesture to stir change… (more…)
It’s been a while since I posted something about the paid work that I do (which is pretty sporadic nowadays), so I decided to do one with my recent assignments that would catch everyone up to speed. It’s an eclectic grouping!
If you are local, be sure to tune into HEC TV this Thursday (10/17) at 7p! My organization, Photo Flood Saint Louis, is being featured on the program State of the Arts, alongside the new International Photography Hall of Fame. This is my first televised interview, and I am pretty excited about it. I will post a link to view the episode online soon.
Link to episode trailer: State of the Arts
This work deals with the idea of “home”. For me, home is a term that is complicated and certainly multifaceted. Home is my family, home is where I live, home is who I am and who I’ve been; “home” is layered. The paragraph is by John Fowles, and excerpted from his Journals:
24 September Two beautiful things. A big, spacious sunset sky – elegant and not ostentatious, but curiously in the east, to the west nothing but a bank of low, dark clouds. The end of a Spergularia in the microscope – like a minute green saturn. A tiny shining ball with a ring of gauzy skin around it. Also the sails of some Thames barges half-hidden by mist. A curious thing. About to throw a piece of screwed-up paper into the yellow jug which serves as waste-paper basket, I said to myself, ‘As much chance as you have of being genius.’ It fell into the jug without a murmur, a 20 to 1 chance, at the least. Another day of silence, listening to other people’s trivialities – a dreadful hour at night when all the completely banal information gained from a visit of relatives is repeated and reviewed. Two mathematical impossibilities I should like to see. One, a graph of the words spoken by me each day over a year – the rise and fall would be eye-opening. Near zero here, and normal everywhere else. Two, a count of words spoken by my mother and myself – David and Goliatha! The visit by unknown relations is frightening, slightly, to the ego, and being. I feel awkward, not because I feel superior, but because I feel that they feel I am. Probably oversensitivity. But they are definitely not at home with me. Trying to get at oneself is a continual unwrapping – each new skin decreases steadily in beauty and value after it is exposed. Always the seed of truth, the maximum fulfilment of self, appears to be just beneath the next layer. Plainly there is no end to this unwrapping, but the sensation is damping.