Sunday, 2 February 2014

How the camera saved the photographer Philip-Lorca diCorcia


He has admitted that some of the first subjects fleeced him out of more than

double the going rate, and professes he found the transaction process

awkward. ‘Most of them didn’t believe I only wanted to pay them for their

picture, they were like, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” At least

in part, the series was intended as a thorn in the side of the pervading

bigotry surrounding Aids (his brother Max died of an Aids-related disease).



DiCorcia is one of five children. He had a turbulent time growing up in the

home that his architect father built for the family. ‘Most of the parents

wouldn’t let their kids come to our house. You never knew what was going to

happen there, but it was always weird.’ He adds, ‘My mother walked [out].

She was certified mentally unstable. Do I remember her leaving? She was such

a disruptive part of mine and my whole family’s existence that I can’t say I

particularly missed her, put it that way.’



He was kicked out of school at 17. ‘I was stealing people’s stuff and selling

it. I’d give it to some junkie friend of mine who’d give me heroin… I was

crazy. I finally gave them a fake note saying my absence from class was due

to hepatitis – I had no idea that would have quarantined the school – they

called my father, and that was the last straw.’



Lynn and Shirley, Storybook Life, 1979. PHOTO: Philip-Lorca diCorcia.

Courtesy the artist, Sprueth Magers, Berlin/London and David Zwirner, New

York/London



The following year he overdosed after experimenting with belladonna and had a

psychotic reaction that led to a spell in a mental hospital. Of his two

companions who took it with him, one died. ‘It shook me in a way that put me

on the path to sorting my life out,’ he says. He enrolled in art school in

Boston where he started out making conceptual/performance pieces before

settling on photography. His first works were a study of suspense: normal

views of a room where an object is falling off the table or mantelpiece.



At the time, he was the only student to be using colour photography. ‘I did it

because I wanted it to look like generic vernacular stuff rather than art

photography. It was kind of unusual. When I arrived at Yale [in 1978, for

his MFA] they had no darkroom facilities for colour whatsoever.’



He moved to New York in 1981 and, apart from six months on a friend’s couch in

the South Street Seaport area where ‘everything stank of fish’, his working

base has always been in Tribeca. His friends refer to his 450 sq ft office

there as ‘the fishbowl’ since he removed every pane of window glass and

replaced it with an opaque substitute, so ‘you can’t see out, and people

can’t see in, but you still get all the light.’



Iolanda, East of Eden, 2011PHOTO: Philip-Lorca diCorcia. Courtesy the

artist, Sprueth Magers, Berlin/London and David Zwirner, New York/London



He married in 1987, and had a son in 1993, when the family decided to move to

Naples for a year ‘for all the reasons people usually avoid Naples – it’s

rough, chaotic, to some degree dangerous. But I didn’t want to feel like I

was retiring to Tuscany.’ The couple divorced a long time ago, but he and

his son, now 20, still see each other ‘all the time’.



He describes those early years trying to infiltrate the art scene as

‘difficult’. ‘The amount of momentum that is necessary to actually move

yourself along within the realm of art careers is quite a lot more than

people think.’ As a teacher at the Yale School of Art he is sometimes

disheartened by his students’ outlook: ‘Everybody thinks, ‘If I just get a

show, I’m rich and famous’, especially now, because social media is so much

of a driver, but it doesn’t work that way.’



Teaching, in fact, seems to have dampened his faith in the art world. ‘If

photography is in some way about the representation of reality, you don’t

see it any more. The last critique I was at, where four or five students

present their work in front of a panel, there was not a single photograph in

the usual sense. I mean, one woman made shoes.’



The exhibition of his work at Hepworth, Wakefield, part of the gallery’s new

focus on photography, includes examples from each of his major series.

Hustlers (1990- 92); Streetworks (1993-99), powerfully lit, happenstance

occasions on the streets of Tokyo, Calcutta and Mexico City; Lucky 13 (2004)

images of pole-dancers; Storybook Life (1975-99), unconnected images that

nevertheless explore the art of narrative; and Heads (2000-1), the series

for which he is most famous, where passers-by were caught alone and

mid-reverie by an elaborate overhead strobe light that seems in some cases

like the eye of God.



Philip-Lorca diCorcia. PHOTO: Norbert Miguletz © Schirn Kunsthalle

Frankfurt 2013



The show also includes his most recent series, East of Eden, which was

triggered by the financial crash of 2008. It pivots on the idea of the fall

of man, and our ensuing loss of innocence. Although many refer to

Steinbeck’s novel of the same name as having stimulated, or inspired the

photographs, in fact diCorcia intended the title to refer to the story of

Adam and Eve, who were cast out, east of Eden, when they came to true

knowledge. ‘I didn’t really think of the Steinbeck thing,’ he says.

‘Although I realised much later that it dovetails nicely with the work.’



For diCorcia, loss of innocence was ‘the realisation of what George Bush had

done. Not just with the crash, but the wars, how everybody believed him.’ At

first glance the Eden landscapes chime with the glorious tenor of the Hudson

River School, paintings that were meant to stand for the pioneer passion for

striving and salvation. However they contain a sly twist: on closer

inspection we see burnt out forests and fields, where the living, breathing

land is become ashes. A sense of cold, spent embitterment soon takes over.



The work, ‘was intentionally heterogeneous’ he says. ‘I sort

of stabbed this way, and stabbed that way and often failed to strike

anything, and it was a very frustrating experience but it was always driven

by that over-arching concept, the fall…You have it in your mind, your radar

is alert. It’s very hard to get beyond a middle level: you can make an

adequate image, but the ones that are special, those are the grace of god

things, for which I say, thank you.’




  • Philip-Lorca diCorcia: Photographs 1975 – 2012 are on display from February

    14 to June 1 at the Hepworth

    Wakefield


Article source: http://www.itworldcanada.com/blogs/android/2012/10/08/hands-on-with-the-android-powered-coolpix-s800c-from-nikon/63897/


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