Here in Minnesota, we have a lot of lakes. I know, I know, who would have guessed? It’s true, though. And in the summer, Minnesotans go… to the lake (a lake, any lake). We spend all fall, winter, and early spring fantasizing about the day it will be warm enough to go to the lake without piling on a million layers of clothing.
As that day draws near, let’s write those fantasies down, shall we?
Harry Callahan, Lake Michigan, 1953. Photograph. Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago, IL.
Alex Colville, Dog and Priest, 1978. Acrylic polymer emulsion on hardboard. National Gallery of Canada.
Daniel Gebhart de Koekkoek, from The World We Live In series. www.gebhart.dk
A certain three-year old woke up this morning with an impressive foot-high nest of hair atop her head. It inspired me, which hopefully will in turn inspire you. Hair is something we can all relate to (even if only through the lack of it). Care to write about it?
Claude Cahun, Self-portrait, 1914. Photograph.
Ellen Gallagher, from DeLuxe series, 2004-2005. 60 works on paper, etching, screenprint, lithograph with plasticine, velvet, toy eyeballs and coconut oil. Tate Collection, London.
In the grand scheme of things, the camera has only been around for a short time — the first mass-market camera was made available at the end of the 19th century. Fast-forward to today, and suddenly everyone has a camera in their pocket, each taking (at least) dozens of photographs every day.
This week let’s write about this curious object. On which side of the camera will your subject find him- or herself?
Cynthia Greig, camera, from Life – Size series, 2001. Photograph. www.cynthiagreig.com
Francis Picabia, Here, This Is Stieglitz Here, 1915. Pen, brush and ink, and cut and pasted printed papers on paperboard. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY.
Laurie Simmons, Walking Camera II (Jimmy the Camera), 1987. Photograph. Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, NY.
This week, let’s write something that involves a car. Maybe a mysterious midnight drive? A car that holds all of one’s possessions? Someone forced to take a car-nap? Oh, the possibilities…
Weegee, Leaving at Midnight from Police Headquarters on My Strange Mission, 1940s. Photograph.
Alex Colville, Main Street, 1979. Acrylic on masonite. www.alexcolville.ca
Vivian Maier, Untitled (New York, NY), Undated. www.vivianmaier.com