I don't know how I haven't stumbled across him before now.
William Eggleston
The more I stumble and link the more a realise this project has only just started.
Barely skimming the surface of what I want to create.
I will have to continue on with it next year.
I see this short film as part three of many parts to come.
It comes as no surprise to me that I am drawn to Eggleston’s work.
His rich, seductive prints – which are the result of a colour dye transfer.
His work of dark undercurrents and mundane scenes of suburbia .
“friends, family, barbecues, back yards, a tricycle and the clutter of the mundane. The normality of these subjects is deceptive, for behind the images there is a sense of lurking danger."
"Preoccupation with private experience is a hallmark of the romantic artist, whose view is characteristically self-centered, asocial, and, at least in posture, antitraditional.
If Eggleston's perspective is essentially romantic, however, the romanticism is different in spirit and aspect from that with which we are familiar in the photography of the past generation.
In that more familiar mode, photographic romanticism has tended to mean the adoption and adaptation of large public issues, social or philosophical, for private artistic ends (an activity that might be termed applied romanticism, as distinct from pure Wordsworthian independence), and it has generally been expressed in a style heavy with special effects: glints and shadows, dramatic simplicities, familiar symbols, and idiosyncratic technique. "
- John Szarkowski
Philip Gefter form Art and Auction noted he Eggleston was a pioneer of colour photography in the early 1070’s.
He “borrowed consciously or not, from the photorealists. Their photographic interpretation of the American vernacular—gas stations, diners, parking lots—is foretold in photorealist paintings that preceded their pictures.”
P H O T O R E A L I S M
Photorealism is something that always used to repeal me.
Something about its purposefully garish colour palette .
The hyper real.
everything about it actually
Then something happened
I visited a gallery in New York I can't even remember the name of
It was raining
The current exhibition wasn't so interesting
But I came across a stand of post cards from a previous exhibition
They were all on photorealism
This indescribable reaction happened in my stomach
I got nervous adrenaline butterflies
which I get when something deeply inspired me
But I cannot explain why
I bought ever post card off the shelve
the man behind the counter looked at my funny
I bought 50
