All day editing. A folder full of memory’s fragments. Chambourcin in our to-go cups on the Delaware in Frenchtown. Returning from my pacemaker check in Fort Dix, post house fire. My daughter’s hand in King’s Point, dressed in commercial hearts. Another night in Marriott. Another tungsten-lit night. Drunk-driver aftermath on 309 north. A forlorn warning . . . I’ve been humming all day J. Cash singing, “On a Sunday morning sidewalk.” This Sunday’s coming down.
© Michael Ast, 2014
Happy to have been selected by AAMORA in their scout for young fathers to share some images of Childhood. It’s an honor to be teamed up with two photographers whose work I greatly admire, Llorenç Rosanes and Jeff James.
Aamora is a web-based collective of international artists, writers, filmmakers, designers and photographers.
To my daughter and son Zoe & Emmett . . . Amore, kids!
Looking at Eggleston’s “Chromes” produces an abstruse emotion in my gut. An impalpable flavor bellies up, almost landing on the tip of my tongue. I can’t put my finger on the taste. Saccharin doesn’t even come close. It evades any tangible description, leaving me stranded with a creative yearning of uncontrollable inspiration. I’ve witnessed Eggleston’s dye transfer photographs in person. I’m apt to say these plates produced by Steidl match, and maybe even rival, the potency of those prints. I can barely stand looking at these pictures. In fact, this weekend is only the second time visiting them since I bought the publication upon its release in 2011. It’s like chewing gum, that is so damn good, you have no choice but to swallow it, finish it off, sink it, because the taste is too good to bear. A benediction in disguise.
From William Eggleston’s “Chromes”, published by Steidl, 2011
I’ve spent a few inspiring sittings this week with Michael Ashkin’s just released “Long Branch”, published by A-Jump Books. Michael signed copies at the NY Art Book Fair on Saturday. The book is exactly the photographic dose I needed at the moment. The tonal quality of the images, consistent the whole length, is rendered perfectly on the matte pages. No strangers to bookmaking, A-Jump’s Ron Jude and Danielle Mericle are great scouts for understated bodies of work that resonate immensely in book format. No frills, smooth design, where the photographs speak for themselves. Ashkin shows us Long Branch, New Jersey in the beginning of this century, long after the Jersey beach town saw vacationing U.S. presidents and the upper societal crust. We see its blue-collar, residential state undergoing the encroaching infiltration of its conspiring government to transform the town into a polished resort town again, through the shady practice of eminent domain. Ashkin’s survey of the Long Branch is acute in detail, looking in all corners of the town, working with a tasteful visual looseness and curiosity that I prefer to formal photographic practice. . . I feel right behind the lens, investigating Long Branch with an unpretentious gaze. The juxtaposing of elements in some photographs is clearly made by a wise eye. I even caught myself chuckling at the subliminal absurdities of a few views. Rather than being engaged strictly in a documentary work, Ashkin’s images put me in a somewhat fictional state, in a strange land . . . . I love the experience.
Long Branch by Michael Ashkin (A-Jump Books, 2014)
Mark Alice Durant’s essay from Trying to Find the Ocean now featured on Saint Lucy – Durant’s extraordinarily insightful website about contemporary photography and art.
Complete Essay Here at Saint Lucy
My book Trying to Find the Ocean was pressed this week and will be ready for ordering by June 10th. I’ll be posting details on my site in the next coming weeks. I’m just waiting for the binding to be completed. Here’s some plates/forms running through a Heidelberg Speedmaster offset press. What a machine!
Wang Chung, 5.7.14 (monotype combined with aquatint / sharpie etching) © Michael Ast
Easter Sunday (viscosity print, 2014) © Michael Ast
