Showing posts with label dale odell. Show all posts
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Monday, September 10, 2012

THE MEDIUM FESTIVAL OF PHOTOGRAPHY PORTFOLIO REVIEWS

On Saturday September 8th I finally did a photography ‘portfolio review’ at the MEDIUM photography festival in San Diego.  MEDIUM is a new festival and this was their first year.  The festival was well-organized and efficiently run and although I only participated in the portfolio review, the overall experience was positive.

Perhaps I’d been a little too cynical about this but having low-to-no expectations meant my expectations were easily exceeded.  Everyone was friendly and cordial and no one was overtly negative.

I met with two museum curators, one gallerist and one graphic designer.  The graphic designer was someone who was not on my list and I don’t know why they assigned me the guy.  I even told him when I sat down that I “didn’t have anything relevant to show, and if he wanted, we could just blow off the meeting” but he was interested in my works and we ended up having a very nice conversation.  When he said, “I need to find a client so I can use you” that was an honest compliment and I’m glad I kept the meeting.

I’d been assigned the graphic designer instead the gallerist I’d wanted to see.  The gallerist I didn’t meet was one of the people doing reviews at the MOPLA festival earlier in the year.   I’d sent a digital press kit to this gallerist after being rejected by MOPLA.  I don’t know if this person was avoiding me or if there was an actual scheduling conflict.  One seldom finds out just how these decisions are made.  But, as it turned out, the meeting with the graphic designer was positive.

One of the museum curators did fit my expectation of not knowing just how to relate to my work and not being able to explain exactly why.  She was nice, but not especially enthusiastic about my artworks.  I suspect my works were just too outside her ‘comfort zone.’  She didn’t really have much information to offer.

The other curator was a person I’d been trying to meet for over a year.  I’m glad I finally got to meet her.  Again, like the other curator, she was more interested in ‘traditional, straight photography’ but she was engaged with the work.  She noticed the subtle humor that infuses my work and appreciated it.  She also provided some ‘outside the box’ information.  She told me that the museums and high-end galleries don’t really have an appreciation for humor and tend to reject it.  That was new and interesting news for me and is very useful.  She also provided good contact information for other alternative exhibition venues.  All in all it was a good meeting.

The gallerist I met was also positive and, although my work wasn’t right for her gallery (which is typical) she also provided a lot of good alternatives.  She responded especially positively to my new works-in-progress, Quantum Realism, and wants to see more in the future.  This is good!

So, all in all, it was a good experience.  Here are some of the things I learned:

·         It occurs to me that there are some times in one’s career that are better than others to have your work reviewed.  I probably waited too long to do this.  At this point in my career (35 years, so far) I know who I am and am comfortable with my own works.  I’m not ‘seeking’ and I’m not going to change what I do at this point in my life.  My work reflects who I am and I cannot be someone other than me.  I also think that having your work reviewed too early in one’s career isn’t especially beneficial as the ‘experts’ information might be confusing to a young artist.  It seems to me that the best time for a review is early/mid career.  Too soon and you risk being overwhelmed, too late and the information you receive has diminishing returns.  Work for a decade, get yourself somewhat established and then go for a portfolio review.

·         I asked all four reviewers if my work ‘is photography.’  The graphic designer said he didn’t care; the work was cool, which is how I like people to respond!  The other three declared my work as ‘definitely photography.’  I still disagree but it looks like ‘the system’ wants to put me in the ‘photography-box’ anyway.  I suspect there are a couple of reasons for this.  One is this was a photography review so all the reviewers are naturally inclined to view things in photographic terms.  When I mentioned influences from outside the photography medium they were out of their element.  This speaks to the insular and self-referencing nature of photography that I’ve written about before.  The other reason I’m lumped-in with photography is because ‘digital’ is closely tied to photography and it’s such a new medium that doesn’t have its own history and therefore is more easily considered to be ‘photography.’  I mentioned to one curator that I felt that ‘photography’ is a term that is descriptive and the viewer has a certain expectation.  My works violate one’s expectation of what a photograph is supposed to look like and my use of the term ‘photo-digital’ is more honest.  She seemed to ‘get’ where I was coming from, but still said my works were ‘photographs.’  I’d like to discuss this in a more in-depth context with other ‘experts’ because it’s them and not me that will determine future definitions of what’s a photograph and what’s ‘digital art.’  I still think ‘digital’ will eventually be declared a separate medium and I still don’t consider myself a ‘photographer’ any more.

·         I told the gallerist:  “I want to work with galleries that are as enthusiastic about selling art as I am creating it.”  She got that.  I suspect the gallerists that do these portfolio reviews are more serious than the ones who don’t.  That means these are the folks you want to exhibit your works.

·         Having a lot of shows is good.  Having shows in prestigious galleries are even better.  Apparently I’m at a point where it’s more important where I show than if I show.  The cliché it’s who you know remains true.  I guess now I’ve got to figure out who’s important and convince them to exhibit my works.

·         One portfolio review session is probably enough, unless you want to meet someone specific.

OK, now I’ve done it and got it out of my system.  I don’t think I need to do another one.  These things are supposed to be good for ‘networking,’ something that never seems to work for me.  I intend to follow-up with all four reviewers but I don’t expect anything beyond.  Maybe it’ll be different this time (like I said last time).

The only “Wow” I got came from another photographer.

September 10, 2012

Friday, June 24, 2011

Dali & Dale

I am absolutely thrilled to announce that I will be exhibiting with Salvador Dali this weekend!  Dali is my favorite painter and has been hugely influential in my surrealist art.

The exhibition is at the Angelica Gallery, 3607 E. Campbell Ave., Phoenix, AZ 85018.  (602)373-8062  www.angelicagalleryonline.com  4-9pm Saturday June 25, 2011

The exhibition features “The Art of Rock & Roll,” limited-edition prints and sculptures by Salvador Dali and me.

This exhibition came about very quickly and unexpectedly.  I got an email from the gallery last Saturday, we discussed it on the phone Monday and Tuesday, and the artwork was delivered to the gallery yesterday.

I’m looking forward to (finally) exhibiting in an upscale gallery in Phoenix/Scottsdale and having my work displayed alongside Salvador Dali is a thrill and honor.  Big thanks to Carlos and Micah at The Angelica Gallery!


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

A cigar, a chair and peace of mind

After a week in Eugene, Oregon for an exhibition I was grateful to be heading homewards and finally getting some photography done.  Normally when I’m shooting I’m pretty single-minded, I think about the photography and that’s about it.  This time I was distracted and my mind was occupied with other things.  The exhibition had gone well enough; they always seem to, with positive reviews and all that.  But this trip was expensive and I needed to sell at least three pieces to break-even.  Just three, not much, but I feared the gallery wouldn’t be up to the task.  That’s the trouble with non-profit spaces, their bills are paid by grant-funding and they don’t have the motivation to sell like commercial galleries do.  Not that the commercial galleries are that much better, really. 

Just before I’d left for Oregon I updated my computer workstation.  It was a major hardware and software upgrade.  I’d skipped six Photoshop upgrades and going from version 6.0 to CS5 (version 12) was a leap.  I’d also skipped two PC operating system upgrades and the change from Windows 2000 to Windows 7 was another big change.  I’d timed all this to be done before I left town, so when I returned I could get to work, but thanks to an aggressively unprofessional Computer Geek, there were still many things undone when I left town.  He was supposed to have it finished before I got home.

So with a pain-in-the-ass computer upgrade on my mind and the expense of my Oregon exhibition weighing heavily, I tried to get in the mindset for some photography.  The previous day had gone well enough.  I’d been photographing in the Prairie Creek Redwoods near Klamath, California and despite a light rain, was getting some good photos.  Now I was driving the Avenue of the Giants, in Humbolt County, trying to avoid the tourons and getting more forest imagery in the alternating rain and sun.

Since it was mid-April the local campground wasn’t too crowded, in fact it was nearly empty.  I got a shock at the self-service pay-station when the sign read: Campsites $35.00 per night.  Damn Man, thirty five bucks to sleep on the ground!  The ranger at the Visitor’s Center verified I’d not seen a typo; campsites were in fact, thirty-five bucks a night.  He looked like he expected me to yell at him because of the high fees, but I didn’t, it wasn’t his fault, he’s just an employee.  I do understand how things work here in America, the rich folk get tax cuts and the budget deficits are made up by cutting teachers’ pay, cutting forest rangers’ pay, and charging campers thirty-five bucks a night to sleep on the ground.  I understand all of us really do need to pitch in and help the rich.  I dutifully placed a twenty, ten and five dollar bill in the little yellow envelope and claimed campsite number 52 (one of only three occupied that night).  I left ‘evidence of occupation’ at my campsite in the form of my camp-chair.  Then I headed up the road to buy a sandwich and a Coke for lunch.  The second half of the sandwich would be my dinner which I planned to ‘enjoy’ later that evening in my camp chair while I smoked my last cigar.  That was the plan.

I spent the afternoon photographing and got some good material.   The rains stopped and the sun came out and the light was beautiful.  By day’s end I had gigabytes of new photos, was tired and ready for that half-sandwich, a telephone call home and then a relaxing evening sitting and smoking my last cigar and, if there was some rum left in the flask, a cocktail at the campsite. 

Cruising into the campground something was amiss.  My chair was gone.  Yes, in a campground with only three campsites occupied, some bastard had stolen my chair.  Shit!  My $35.00 a night fee to sleep on the ground had just become $50.00 with the loss of my chair.  Dammit!  I could have gotten a hotel room (with a chair in it) for just a few bucks more.  Now, the loss of a cheap $15.00 camp-chair isn’t really a big deal, after all I figured someday I’d return to a campsite to find it missing.  But I’d also held the thought, way back in my mind, that perhaps my chair would never be stolen.  Ah, but my lack of faith in humanity was reconfirmed, some son-of-a-bitch had swiped my chair.  Give people a chance and they will let you down.

So after a pissed-off rant about my stolen chair, I called home and got more bad news; the Computer Geek had finally showed up, a week late for the second time, and ‘fixed’ nothing.  He offered no excuses or explanation for his tardiness, was unable to fix the things he promised and didn’t install the other equipment.  What I thought I’d have done two weeks before I left town was now delayed until two weeks after I get home.  Let down again!

So in the span of an afternoon I had no dry place to sit and my computer back home was still in ‘paperweight’ mode.  Fan-fuckin’-tastic!  So much for ‘peace of mind’ knowing I could get to work when I got home.

Carefully placing my ass on the damp picnic table seat I prepared to ‘enjoy’ my half sandwich, which, at this point was merely ‘fuel for the body’ and not really a meal at all.  After that a cocktail with the sorry remnants of the little bit of rum left in the flask and one last cigar.

What a shitty end to an otherwise good day.  The unwanted confirmation of humanity’s failings weighed on my mind; a stolen chair, a ‘new’ computer at home that doesn’t work; more in-my-face proof that if you trust in humanity, humanity will let you down.  Computer Geeks always overstate their abilities and don’t give a damn if you’ve got deadlines or not.  And if you give someone a chance to steal, they will.

I didn’t enjoy my last cigar while drinking a weak rum and Coke and sitting on a damp picnic bench.  I didn’t get the peace of mind I’d hoped for when I made that call home.  All is normal on Planet Earth. 

The majority of human beings are nothing but monkeys with iPods and nuclear bombs.  No wonder they don’t ‘get’ my imagery.  Realism is just too much for most folks, surrealism is way too much.

Dale
April 19, 2011
Who freakin’ cares?  Nobody reads this stuff until I put it in a book and charge for it.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

MY LAST 526 WORDS ON STOCK PHOTOGRAPHY

Stock photography is fantastic for picture-users.  Photographs can now be obtained for a little as a dollar which enables anyone to acquire and use a cheap photo for just about anything.  We now live in a time where photos can be obtained for less than a pack of gum.

The stock photography business is totally shitty for photographers.  Photographs can now be obtained for a less than it cost to produce them.  Any photographer who thinks they can earn any significant income from stock in the 21st century is a fool.

The stock photography industry has been destroyed by corporatists and amateurs, aided and abetted by moron photographers with no business-sense and toothless ‘professional organizations,’ like ASMP.

Before the corporatization of stock photography, in the pre-internet days, the industry was run by and for photographers.  The quality of the work was much higher than it is now because stock pictures were outtakes from professional assignments.  Higher fees were charged as well, which reflected the cost of production of professional images, and clients’ rights were protected as well.  Now, mostly, images are royalty-free and can be used by anyone, at anytime, for anything.  Conceivably this could mean the exact same image can be used simultaneously by two clients in the same industry.  And the work is of much poorer quality now because any wanker with a digital camera can upload images to a microstock website.  The choices of shit stock photography is deep!

Look at the stock photography business model:  The seller gets the photos for free from photographers meaning the seller has no investment in production; all production costs are borne by the photographer.  Images are searched, stored and delivered electronically thereby requiring very little staffing.  The seller can sell (license) the image for as little or as much as they like.  And the seller can remit as much or as little as they like back to the photographer.  From the sellers’ side this is brilliant, from the photographers’ side it’s nothing but a way to work harder and earn less.  I’d venture a guess that if this business model was proposed to a Harvard Business student they’d think it was pretty cool so long as you don’t make the pictures.

The stock picture sellers play to stupid photographers egos; so many ‘photographers’ just want to be ‘published.’  So what?  You won’t get a credit-line because, if there even is one, it’ll go to the picture seller and not you, the actual photographer who shot the photo.  If you find the published photo you won’t be able to point to your name on the tearsheet.  Stock photographers are anonymous, so it’ll do nothing for your career.  And that dollar you got won’t even buy you a pack of gum.

So if you’re a moron who shoots a lot of photos that are meaningless and have no value, there’s a place for you in stock photography.  If you’re smart, and don’t want to devalue your work and still want to shoot ‘stock’ pictures, I suggest you photograph cattle, because that kind of ‘stock’ is certainly better than the alternative.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

FURTHER EVIDENCE PROVING WHY I WILL NEVER EXHIBIT IN HOUSTON, TEXAS

The on-going marketing program for my studio has me researching venues, galleries, publishers, etc. on the internet and making appropriate submissions.  97 percent of the time my efforts come to nothing.  Submissions and proposals are made, all in accordance with deadlines and guidelines, and usually nothing happens.  Nothing.  No acceptance, no rejection, no acknowledgement of receipt, no returns, no response, nothing happens at all.  This is normal.  It pisses me off and bugs the shit outta me, but it’s absolutely the industry-standard and I’m used to it.  I’m hoping for that magic 3% direct-mail response rate, at best.

During my most recent ‘marketing research day’ I rediscovered the Biennial FotoFest of Photography in Houston, Texas.

FotoFest is a Big Deal (if you’re included) it’s well attended by those influential people in the art-photography world and it gets a lot of attention.  Generally speaking, if your work is exhibited in the context of FotoFest, the very people you want to see your work probably will.

I am not unfamiliar with FotoFest as I was a resident of Houston from 1982-1994.  Although each and every submission I made to FotoFest was rejected, I attended, and I always hoped that one day my photography would be exhibited in the FotoFest Biennial.  So when I came upon the FotoFest 2012 website I was heartened to read the theme of the 2012 Biennial would be how artists are conceiving and depicting the future of life and human existence on the earth.

Finally!  A theme that fit my work!

I spent the better part of a day preparing my submission to the FotoFest submission guidelines, I sized all my digital files properly, updated my resume and artist statement, burned a CD, packaged the stuff and went to the post office and sent my submission early.  Maybe this time I might have the good fortune of having my photography included in one of the biggest photography festivals in America?

No!  Shut-out in Houston, again!

I figured I’d wait for months and either get the rejection, or hopefully acceptance.  Instead, just a few days after mailing my submission I got an email.  When I saw the FotoFest email in my inbox I thought to myself, I hope this is an acknowledgement of receipt and an ultra-fast rejection.  I was quite surprised when I opened the email and read this:

As you know the FotoFest 2012 theme would focus on how artists are conceiving and depicting the future of life and human existence on the earth. Given the scale of this particular project we have found it is necessary to have more time to plan this concept and we have to move it to 2014.  We want to let you to be one of the first to know.

We would like to hold your submission for consideration for 2014 Biennial. We hope the change of focus will not cause you any difficulties or inconvenience. 

For the 2012 Biennial, FotoFest’s focus will be Russia and FotoFest’s own exhibitions will focus on Contemporary Russian Photography - Post-war Avant-garde to the Present.  This will be work by Russian photographers working in Russia.

Let me know if you would like to have your submission considered under the new focus or if you would like us to hold it for the 2014 focus.

Wow!  That’s amazing.  While my submission was in-transit, the whole darn theme was changed to Russian Photography, something my work has no relation to whatsoever.

So, I replied to their email and told them it would be silly to review my landscape photography in the context of Russian photography.  (That’s just goofy!  I'm not Russian, and won't be in 2014 either.)  And I also mentioned that if my submission was held for four years for the 2014 Biennial, it would probably be lost.  Honestly, I don’t know of any organization that can not lose something in four years time.  I really don’t need to wait four years to hear nothing back because my submission was lost long-ago.  And I really, really, don’t need to wait four years for a rejection.

I told them, in this instance, they ought to just return my submission to me.  No reply has been received.  All is normal!

I think The Universe is telling me, stop fucking around with Houston, you’re NEVER going to exhibit there!  It seems I’ve been receiving this message for decades now.  Okay, okay, I get it!  Houston didn’t like my pictures when I lived there and ‘they’ still don’t.  Okay!

This reminds me of The Houston Center for Photography.  HCP, like FotoFest, had its beginnings in the 1980s.  It was recognized as the ‘premier’ venue for photography in Houston, and I submitted works to them as well.  HCP rejected me in the 1980s, and in the 1990s.  Stupidly I made another proposal to HCP in the 00s and for that proposal I received three rejection letters!  Okay, okay, three ass-kickings and I’ll stay down!  I give up.

Shortly after my triple-rejection from HCP, I found myself in Houston for a brief business trip, so I visited the HCP gallery to see just what kind of photography was so much better than mine.  I found an exhibition of large-scale, out-of-focus pictures.  WTF?  Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I can’t possibly compete with that. 

So, it’s a foregone conclusion that Dale O’Dell will never, ever exhibit at The Houston Center for Photography.  It’s also a safe bet I won’t exhibit in the FotoFest Biennial, in 2012, 2014 or ever.  I’m not going to re-submit.  (And I doubt they’ll return my submission either.)

To The Universe I say, Message Received!!!  I get it.  Fuck Houston, I’ll never exhibit there.  And really, I should have gotten this message a long time ago.  I mean the reason I left the place is because I never liked it or (most of) the people there, it’s only my Ego that wants to return to Houston and exhibit.  But now, after multiple rejection-ass-kickings, I get the message and my Ego is fully contained, controlled and suppressed.

And getting back to FotoFest; that’s one heckuva ‘theme change,’ from human existence on Earth to Russian Photography.  With my luck, if I’d allowed them to keep my submission for review in 2014 (assuming they did not lose it) by the time the review for 2014 came around they’d probably change the theme to something like:

Sub-Saharan underwater landscape photography done by Gnomes with cel-phone cameras.

And finally, aside from Russians, who gives a shit about Russian Photography?  Russia can’t even build a camera that’s not a back-engineered rip-off of a Leica (check eBay to see what I mean).  And wouldn’t the proper venue for Russian Photography be someplace like, well, Russia?

Don’t look for my photography at the Houston FotoFest, Comrade!


Dale O’Dell
January 18, 2011

Does anybody read this stuff?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Thoughts on “Altering Perspectives” The Society for Photographic Education Southwest Regional Conference

This is a new blog, and my first one on blogspot, I’m interested to read any comments anyone may have. 

This was originally written to be a magazine article.  I’d submitted it to LensWork Magazine (a publication I’d written for in the past) but it was ignored by the editor who never got back to me about its publication.  When you make a submission of any kind, and don’t hear back from the person you submitted your writing, artwork, etc. to, that’s what I call rejection by blow-off.  It’s an all too common practice that I find unprofessional, but hey, that’s life these days so get used to it.  I’ll write more about rejection by blow-off at a later time. 

The following deals with education, art, elitism and a bit of the paranormal.

Thoughts on “Altering Perspectives”
The Society for Photographic Education Southwest Regional Conference
At Prescott College
October 22-24, 2010

The Chasm Remains

It seemed like a good idea when I registered for the SPE regional conference.  Although I’m not currently teaching photography, I have in the past, would like to again, and I give private photography lessons, so I hoped to learn about the current state of photographic education at the conference.  Also, since I live in a small town, it seemed like a good opportunity for some photographic intellectual stimulation.  Being with other like-minded photographers might be a good opportunity to learn, meet some new people and do a little networking.  Or so I thought.

In the interest of Full Disclosure I must say that I’ve taught at Prescott College, the host of this SPE conference, in the past as an adjunct and have applied for full-time positions in their photography department which I was not hired for.  I have seven years teaching experience at the University and Community College level and I have a degree in photography and thirty-years experience as a freelance photographer (both commercially and fine-art).  Since I’m a working photographer I couldn’t attend every presentation and panel discussion but I did attend enough to get a good feel for the conference and I even sat in one photography class led by one of the SPE presenters. 

From a technological standpoint the digital revolution of photography is understood and accepted, although I did detect some uncertainty and fear of change.  Some of the presenters seemed resentful that they “had to learn each version of Adobe Photoshop” instead of re-teaching unchanged darkroom practices.  From the artistic standpoint I didn’t detect much of an alteration of perspectives at all.  One disturbingly unchanged aspect I noticed is the insular nature of the educator-photographers.  They seem to be members of a closed society and either unwilling or unable to acknowledge any aspect of photography outside their familiar comfort zone.  As Bill Jay wrote in his book Occam ’s razor (Nazraeli Press, 1992), the “Chasm between Artist and Commercial Photographer is Wholly Destructive;” sadly, that chasm remains as wide as ever.

I had hoped these educators would address some of the pressing issues in the photographic industry today; things like pay-to-play schemes, predatory business practices of some who buy and publish photography, the 30-year stagnation of the editorial day rate, the cheapening of photography as a result of royalty-free and microstock distribution of imagery, etc.  These are but a few of the things that the next generation of photographers must deal with.  They must be informed of these things and devise strategies to cope in an increasingly changed world of both the fine- and commercial- arts.  And frankly, the current generation hasn’t done such a banging job.  But none of these issues was addressed.  In fact, with the exception of one brief mention of “licensing of images” none of the business aspects of photography was addressed at all.  To quote Bill Jay again, the educators at the SPE conference seemed more interested in “training assistant professors” than training photographers.  Since the emphasis of this conference was the fine-art side only, I can only speculate that these photography teachers cannot teach what they do not know.

Granted, Prescott College is a Liberal Arts school and does not teach “practical photography.”  Conversely, institutions like Brooks Institute emphasize “commercial” photography over “art.”  Students do choose colleges they attend based on their perceived future needs and wants, but unless the student is exposed to all aspects of photography, they’re only receiving half an education.  Since SPE is a national organization of photographic educators it seems to me that it is a disservice to photography students to emphasize only fine art photography and exclude other aspects of photography.  How about some balance?  Perhaps, unknown to me, there are SPE conferences that do emphasize practical photography?  However, since the theme of this conference was “Altering Perspectives,” I had an expectation of “perspectives,” as plural, and not such a narrow, singular viewpoint.  Except for the gallerists, all of the presenters at the conference presented themselves as “artists who teach.”  I find that to be a backwards statement.  In my view they are “teachers who make art.”  I think that’s a very important distinction as “artists who teach” leads the student to believe their instructor is some Great Artist, financially successful from the sales of their art, who’s sharing their insights with up-and-coming photographers when, in fact, their instructors rely upon teaching and not their art to pay their bills.  I personally know a number of photographic educators who have never made a photograph for money.  They’ve never done an editorial or advertising assignment, licensed a stock picture or even shot a simple portrait.  Yet their students believe they’re “learning real-world skills” despite the fact that their instructor has no experience whatsoever in the “real world.”  I’m sure I’ve stepped on some Big Egos with the previous statements so let me justify that statement with the definition of “professional” from the American Heritage Dictionary; a “professional” is, “Engaged in a specific activity as a source of livelihood.”

This lack of “commercial” or “practical” knowledge was underscored when I asked the SPE presenter who led the class I sat in if he’d ever done magazine assignments to support his art (his work easily fit the “editorial” category).  He answered, “No, no magazine would allow him to shoot the way he does.”  My experience tells me his answer was but mere assumption.  Since magazine photography is predominately low-budget, photographers are allowed and encouraged to be creative.  I certainly was when I was shooting editorially.  Clearly his experience is in grant application and not bidding on assignments. 

And speaking of Grants, the primary funding for most art photographers (aside from university paychecks), it occurs to me that it’s a heck of a lot easier competing with dozens of photographers for an editorial commission than it is to compete with thousands of photographers for limited grant money.  Unfortunately, if your teacher can only tell you about grant funding and not how to work to fund your art through the practical application of photographic knowledge, then you’re a victim of your teacher’s limited knowledge or bias.  I find it more palatable to work to fund my personal art than to beg for money, but maybe that’s me, or perhaps I learned something that’s no longer taught? 

“Meaning” was a hot topic.  One presenter lamented that some of his students knew more about Adobe Photoshop than he did, but that was okay, he could teach “meaning.”  Really?  Do photos have intrinsic meaning or do we apply meaning?  Does it matter?  Is “meaning” even teachable?  How does this teaching of “meaning” help students repay their college loans?  If our photographs are supposed to have “meaning” doesn’t that disallow the viewer’s own interpretation of the art?  Advertising imagery is “art” that every viewer is supposed to “get” the same “meaning” from, but isn’t fine art a little more open to interpretation?  And all this “meaningful” imagery is just so serious.  I saw very serious pictures, shot by a serious photographer, of Mexican immigrants crossing the southern U.S. border that were presented in a book and gallery exhibitions.  I don’t go to galleries to be educated about things like border issues that, in my view, is editorial photography best presented in print magazines and on the web and not in an art gallery.  To me (and I’m not alone with this view) when I look at “art” I’m viewing the subject through someone else’s eyes; I’m seeing something different, an interpretation of a subject that I cannot stand before and see with my own eyes.  It’s the subject and the artist’s interpretation or presentation of that subject that makes the art interesting to me.  All of the exhibitions held concurrent with the SPE conference were of very serious art and none of them really showed me subjects photographed in any way that was new to me.  I couldn’t identify much of the art exhibited as someone’s.  I was unable to view the work and say, “that’s so-and-sos” picture, stylistically most of the imagery was not distinctive of its creator; all that mattered was subject and artist-statement.  This was true of five of the six exhibitions held during the conference, there was one exhibition that was different, but no one saw it.  I’ll get to that later.

I came away from the conference ambivalent.  While I’m glad that all the massive changes in photographic production is being recognized and addressed, I saw very little “Altering of Perspectives.”  A fine-art-only photographic education still strikes me as insular and elitist; a realm of their own making.  Again, they don’t seem to be educating photographers at all, but rather, assistant professors.  It seems to me their students are limited in their expression because if they get outside the “box of preconceived expectations” they will not be rewarded.  Too many educators’ points of view are narrow and become the student’s point of view because they’re not exposed to anything outside the instructor’s comfort-zone.  That’s the way it seems to me and my perception is a result of studying photography at the university level, obtaining a degree, and then working for thirty years as an actual photographer.  No doubt my perspective would be different if I was an “educator-photographer” but I’m not a member of that club.  All of photography is my “comfort zone” and I don’t make preconceived mental categories for this or that sort of photography, I want to see it all, and not be biased by labels.  I want to be challenged and get outside my comfort-zone.  I believe that photographic education should include all aspects of photography without bias.  Certainly this kind of serious, “meaningful,” art photography is needed, useful and welcome.  It adds to the depth and diversity of the art form known as photography, but can’t we be less narrow and embrace all aspects of photography.  It’s not all about gallery shows and “meaning.”

All in all, I’m still glad I attended the conference.  I didn’t learn what I’d hoped to because the conference was too narrowly focused.  I did learn that I’ll never be welcome in this particular “club” of “fine-art photographers,” they’re too exclusionary for me.

I will conclude by getting back to the exhibitions held concurrent with the SPE conference.  There were six exhibitions held during the conference.  Three were at Prescott College, one was at the local community college, one was at a local bar/restaurant frequented by Prescott College students and one was held at a downtown gallery.  None of the art photographers and educators (that I’m aware of) attended the exhibition at the downtown gallery.  Why?  I can guess that they were busy at the conference, and I could also guess they weren’t interested in that particular exhibition because the artist was not one of them.  I don’t know.  I do know that exhibition was very heavily promoted, it was listed in the participants’ information packet, posters were displayed at the conference and invitations were on the table at the conference center with all the other exhibitions.  The downtown gallery is open until 9pm, seven days a week and a mere half mile from Prescott College, it’s closer than the Bar/Restaurant exhibition and the community college exhibition.  They knew about it, and could have gotten there easily.  Yet none of the SPE attendees saw fit to have a look, I suspect the imagery (if it was considered at all) may have been way too outside their comfort zone.  They just weren’t the least bit interested in anything that was different from their own.  I was at that exhibition and I ran into a Prescott College student I’d seen earlier in the day at the SPE conference.  She too noticed that none of the SPE participants were present.  I asked her what she thought of their absence.  She replied, “Oh they’d declare this artwork ‘commercial.’”  “What products could you sell with these images?” I asked her.  She came back with, “None.  It’s not commercial at all; it’s just not their kind of art.”  Interesting insight from an art student.

The exhibition ignored by the SPE conference-goers was mine and we specifically timed the opening reception to happen when the SPE people were in town.  We assumed photographers would be interested in all kinds of photography, but we were wrong.

This isn’t sour grapes.  Teachers and students don’t buy art and my interest is in selling art to collectors, but I’d be dishonest to say I wasn’t hurt just a little.  I mean I’m open-minded enough to attend their conference and visit the galleries where their work is shown; one would think they’d be interested in all aspects of photographic art –but apparently they’re not.  Are they elitists, uninterested in things they don’t readily relate to?  Possibly, but I do know they didn’t avail themselves to readily available art and, as photographic-art educators, that’s self-limiting.  I was heartened that one photographic educator (who didn’t attend the SPE conference) did attend my show, I’ll end with that story, which took a “meaningful” turn.  The next paragraph is not fiction.

Towards the end of the reception for my exhibition an old friend came in, perused the artworks, and joined a conversation with me, my wife and another photographer.  Since our friend is a Psychic I told her, “I need to come see you for a reading, I’d like to learn about a friend of mine who passed away a few months ago.”  (My recently deceased friend was a Professor of Photography, and one of my old classmates.  In college we got along well, but as I’m now a “professional” and he was a “professor” that inevitable chasm had developed between us in the context of “art.”)  The Psychic immediately, with no hesitation whatsoever, said, “You mean Michael?”  My wife glanced at me with a look that said, uh oh, here goes the Psychic naming names until she gets a hit.  But I replied, “Yeah, that’s him.  My wife asked, “Who the heck is Michael?”  I explained that, although he went by his middle name, and that’s the name we knew him by, his given name was in fact, Michael.”  (There was no way the Psychic could have had this information in advance.)  My wife got goose bumps.  The other photographer’s eyes got as big as saucers.  Eerily, the Psychic had nailed it!  She went on to say, “He’s with you now.”  Okay, admittedly this is out-there stuff, but it’s not that out-there to me, so I said, “I hope he likes my pictures.”  “Oh he does,” she went on, “He says you’ve ‘perfected perfection.’”  (Just the sort of phraseology the guy did use.)  Wow, I thought, the nicest compliment of the evening, and from a photography professor at that!

Isn’t it ironic that none of the photographic educators attended my exhibition except the dead one?  It’s too bad he had to move “to the other side” before he could accept photography outside his narrow sphere.  How long will it take the rest of the educators?



Dale O’Dell
October 25, 2010