just saw some of the latest photos from callie shell’s obama photo documentation. this is an older photo from the campaign trail, but it gives me chills every time i look at it.
from the photographer:
These two boys waited as a long line of adults greeted Senator Obama before a rally on Martin Luther King Day in Columbia, S.C. They never took their eyes off of him. Their grandmother told me, “Our young men have waited a long time to have someone to look up to, to make them believe Dr. King’s words can be true for them.” Jan. 21, 2008.
congo square cd packaging by ocd.
Congo Square, believed to be the birthplace of jazz, is a historic site next to the French Quarter, where African slaves performed music and dance on Sunday afternoons for over a hundred years. This musical celebration of Congo Square was composed by Wynton Marsalis and master drummer Yacub Addy. It was premiered at Louis Armstrong Park, the site of Congo Square, in New Orleans by the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra and the Ghanaian drum group Odadaa!
this work absolutely floors me.
from the artist:
Two years ago, I contsructed a 1:87 scale model neighborhood, a fictitious cluster of eleven houses depicted through model railroading miniatures, styrofoam, cardboard, and plastic, complete with string telephone wires and working lights. The process of designing and assembling the setting over several months triggered my imagination to develop characters to populate the place along with a loose timeline of events that would culminate in the neighborhood’s history. I considered who lived in each home, their family dramas, and the way their private lives might spill into view of their neighbors. The model became a stage on which to develop the psychological implications of belonging to a particular family, with all of its dramas, struggles and familiar routines. I thought: this tree will be taken down after an old man crashes into it; a father will transform this lawn into an ice skating rink; this house will be abandoned after its residents are scandalized on the evening news.
The paintings are glimpses of a scene or fragments of a narrative. Some of the images are conceived of sequentially. While the images don’t necessarily need to be “read” in order, I am interested in storytelling over time through repeated depictions of the same house or car or person, seasonal changes, and shifting vantage points. Like the disturbing difficulty of trying to put rolls of film in order several years after the pictures have been taken, I hope the collective images suggest a known past that is just beyond reach. I intend for the tiny scale to enhance an urge for more information. Similar to a memory, they are fictional constructions of significant moments and distillations of experience. One of my challenges is to invite the viewer to form his or her own connection and narrative so that he may empathize with the occupants’ seemingly mundane existence.
Working with common themes such as transition, aging, isolation, and loss, I am interested in the fragility of relationships and the awkwardness of a group of people trying to coexist and relate to one another. As I transitioned my model into winter, snowbanks of increasing depth seemed to fortify a sense of isolation and quietness. The paintings portray both the magical and suffocating potential of snow, the wonder at its stark beauty and the hopelessness that spring might never come.
drummond’s covers are beautiful and enticing in there simplicity. they do exactly what a book cover should do. his cover for wet apples, white blood was a stand out at the AIGA 50 books 50 covers show. his use of an actual three dimensional white drip running down the stark red background was quite striking (and had to be a production nightmare).