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Osama Wataya’s Rumor, Text by Gordon MacDonald

I live in a small city on the south coast of England – as remote a part of the world as any, with its own set of social values, dress codes and fancy coffee shops. Coffee shops may seem relatively unimportant in this context, but in Brighton they are where people really set aside time to sit and look at one another. These are expensive little boutiques, dressing up caffeine with frothy milk and syrup, and they line most shopping streets in the town, even managing to find a place in the London Road, the shabby, down-at-heel route in and out of the city. I recently saw three tramps huddled round a cappuccino outside the Costa Coffee on this road. It’s not the coffee that people really visit these cafés for though, they go for the people watching, the ogling and the silent judging of passers-by who are beautifully framed in the picture windows. It is voyeurism in its most refined and socially acceptable form and is understood by all.

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Girls watch boys and boys watch girls; the old watch the young and lament whilst the young watch the old as if they are some other species; some look at clothes and some at bodies; some to feel a sense of belonging and some to set themselves apart. Don’t get me wrong, this is not criticism, and I am not immune to this tendency. I often take time out to stare at passers by, trying to imagine what they are thinking about, what they do and where they are going. I have developed a habit of playing a set of games whilst watching, the worst of which is looking out for overweight people and considering whether I could lift them or not. I am ashamed to admit this as I feel it may be ‘thought crime’ in terms of political correctness, but we surely all find our own strategies for dealing (or not dealing) with the abstract nature of trying to imagine what others are – this is mine.

In Rumor, Osamu Wataya has chosen an altogether different game to play whilst ‘people watching’, and what seems a darker set of rules. I have until now imagined Japan – a place I have never been fortunate enough to visit, through the photographs that pass across my desk here at the magazine’s offices and the Japanese as a series of clichés described by these pictures. There are usually women dressed as schoolgirls, craggy-faced fishermen wearing takegasa, young city-dwellers making western fashion subcultures look interesting again or businessmen letting loose in Johnny Walker soaked Karaoke bars. The image of Japan, and of Tokyo in particular, is one of a hyperrealist’s wonderland powered by equally vast amounts of eccentricity and electricity. Wataya seems to be offering a different representation and shows his subjects seemingly dragging themselves through choking grey smog in a colourless, featureless, anonymous city. The people here are not the beautiful or the perfect, but the damaged and the ugly. They are disabled, infected, overweight, exhausted, isolated and, worst of all, stared at.

Osama WatayaThe strangest thing here is that Wataya has chosen the very people that a mixture of social constraint and self-restraint would normally have photographers avoiding. There is a high level of discomfort involved in viewing these images, a feeling that I shouldn’t be looking and, what’s worse, that the subjects are looking back, to confront both my gaze and my discomfort. I get the overwhelming feeling that I have become complicit here and it makes me feel very bad about my history of scopophilic sport. I don’t know if this is Wataya’s point, but it is too powerful a reaction to believe that he hasn’t thought about it during the making and subsequent presentation of this work.

Osama WatayaThe most uncomfortable image in Rumor – which is quite an accolade in a set of pictures including shots of very young girls alone, seemingly lost in the city; sick looking people wearing masks or gloves; a disabled boy writhing in a wheelchair; an overdressed woman with suitcase-sized bags under her eyes and a blind dwarf – is one of a man whose flesh seems to be melting from his body like wax. His face and arms are covered in what look like large blisters and through his Lacoste polo shirt you can see that his body is also covered in these strange lumps. He is contorted, barely able to open his eyes, his arms bent up and his head twisted off at an angle. He looks as though he has been exposed to the most intense heat and it is hard for me not to relate these injuries to the atrocity of the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki by the US at the end of the Second World War. In Wataya’s Rumor the whole city looks like a post-apocalyptic wasteland and the cast the victims of some major atrocity. This reading may be entirely wrong but – having nothing but a liberal western upbringing and values to bring the work into context – it’s an unavoidable one.

Osama WatayaRumor, it would seem to me, is an extremely well controlled look at the problems of viewing – a marriage between the creative impulses of Dianne Arbus and the sick mind of Mark Lewis from Michael Powell’s 1960 film Peeping Tom. It is looking and showing taken to an extreme and almost pornographic level, both a celebration and indictment of street photography. Looking at this work over the past weeks has made the walk to work and home again a confusing, uncomfortable and engaging experience. It has also made me re-engage with an idea of what is acceptable to look at and think about and photograph; and to what extent political correctness has prescribed a set of moral codes and buffered us from the duty to do much of this thinking for ourselves.

Marten Lange’s Anomolies, Text by Gordon MacDonald

Anomalies‘Of course, there will always be those who look only at technique, who ask ‘how’, while others of a more curious nature will ask ‘why’. Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information’. Man Ray

 

 

 

Less is More

Recently, I have been conducting a pseudo-scientific experiment (of the kind so popular in contemporary art and culture) whilst walking to work. My thirty-minute journey takes me along the London Road in Brighton; past the shabbiest array of shops, nail bars and take-away joints you can imagine – this is my ‘set’. It is where the local drunks gather in groups, the town’s hard-drug users beg for money, errant parents smack their children in public and the dispossessed gather to mill around outside the Somerfield and Aldi supermarkets. Nowadays it is one of the saddest places you could encounter and it is heavy with latent memories of better times during the economic booms of the 1920s, ‘60s and ‘80s. The worst part of the road is about half way along in a spot facing McDonald’s, with Iceland (the discount freezer food chain) behind you. Boris Mikhailov, who was visiting the town whilst working on a commission for the 2003 Brighton Photo Biennial, described this as a scene ‘worse than Karkov’.

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The very simple experiment – which is designed to make a dull journey more interesting – involves listening to an iPod set to a high volume at a certain point of the journey (between Poundstretcher and Domino Pizza) and seeing what effect different types of music have on my visual understanding of the world around me. The outcomes are not collated or catalogued, but left to twist and mature in my mind until I am happy with the memory. The results are then delivered anecdotally to family, friends and colleagues. The iPod works as a kind of filter by taking away the extraneous noise and street chatter, and as an aide to heightening the visual experience. The results vary in success, with success being judged against the variable aspect of my mood at the time. The best results are achieved when in the grip of some kind of heightened emotional state – melancholia or euphoria, usually produced by a mix of weather conditions, the quality of sleep achieved the night before and the morning news. In this state and listening to my iPod, the drunks can seem like misunderstood lovers singing the blues when set against the music of Tom Waits; smack or crack-heads take on the form of visionaries looking for a higher understanding to the soundtrack of The Red Hot Chilli Peppers; track-suited youths in baseball caps, smoking cheap cigarettes become misunderstood poets to the insistent beat and complex lyrics of The Streets; and the whole cast of the dispossessed appear as though extras on an ironically scripted video set, weaving about the pavement to the strains of Morrissey warbling ‘Heaven knows I’m miserable now’.

The experiment has proven little about the social conditions that have lead the London Road to become such an odd place. It has also done little to help me to understand the way that I feel about the people and the things that I see there on a day-to-day basis, but it has told me a lot about an innate ability to manipulate a visual experience to suit my agenda.

Anomalies

All artistic practice struggles with the limitations of its chosen form to accurately represent a lived experience or perceived reality. The problem might stem from a missing third dimension; a material difference when trying to sculpt flesh out of stone, or an attempt to inanimately render movement. Otto Neurath, the leading figure in the Isotype movement, saw these kinds of limitations as a benefit to a visual language. For him, the diagrammatic Isotype offered a clearer and more universally legible means of delivering information than any other form of communication. As he once said: ‘ …the picture language is an education in clear thought, by reason of its limits.’ For me, Marten Lange’s images are as direct as Neurath’s thinking and as vivid as Gerd Antz’s Isotype designs, delivering a similar distillation of the things that they represent. Yet, they are also at odds with Neurath, as they suggest questions rather than answers. Instead of illustrating research into a set of social conditions, Lange’s work throws the fabric of the everyday into question.

Lange’s photographs also seem to reference photographic modes from the document and the archival oddity. They are reminiscent of the book, Evidence, by Larry Sultan and Mike Mandel, where the dislocation and seeming randomness of the objects and scenes photographed imbue the work with an atmosphere of intrigue. The harsh flash and ultra-high contrast also lend Lange’s images a forensic feel, as if they had been made to prove or disprove some criminal allegation. They are, I am sure, made for no such reasons, but it is hard to disengage yourself from the history or practical uses of photography when faced by such enigmatic work. It would also be easy to view Lange’s images conversely, as sitting outside reality because of the technique that he employs, as untrue representations of the ‘real’ object or as caricatures – but one of the most widely held misconceptions of photography is rooted in its perceived ability to accurately or honestly document an event witnessed at first-hand by the photographer. Through this work, Lange does more than try to represent the visual experience of seeing; he looks to condense the essence of his subject through his lens and onto film.

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The process of paring something down to the minimum amount of detail necessary to describe it – or what Lange describes as ‘finding the thingness of a thing’ – has a history longer than history itself: from prehistoric cave paintings – where animals were drawn with a few lines of coloured mud – to the hieroglyphs of ancient Egypt and into a modern history of Photography with Man Ray’s Rayograms or Anna Atkins’ cyanotypes of botanical specimens. This process of reduction is apparent in artistic representations and in everyday life: in the paintings of Julian Opie or Gary Hume; in the work of Andy Warhol; in the adolescent scrawlings of caricature cocks on public toilet walls; or, across Piet Mondrian’s abstraction of form and into comic strips and cartoons. In each case, though for wildly different reasons, an instant access through an iconographical language is a driving force – the essence of the subject is central, the ‘thingness’ of any thing.

Daniel Stier – Man, Nature, Technology – Text by Gordon MacDonald

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‘There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers.’ H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

 

H.G. Wells’s vision of the future, in his 1895 novel The Time Machine, is a bleak one. It is the spectre of a world brought to its knees by triumphs of progress and human endeavour, where science, art and industry have been made obsolete through their own success. A place where the need to think for oneself – or the desire to strive forward – have become eradicated by man’s rapid achievement. Mankind was, for Wells, becoming weak and unable to think or act independently in a world that, through scientific and social achievement, ceased to pose any threats – which was sanitised to the point of being entirely without danger or want – and would eventually become so mollycoddled that they would become unable even to think.

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The idea of science defeating itself and the human race is, of course, slightly farfetched. Science will always find a subject –though the subjects may become smaller and smaller: car seats will need to become more comfortable, tomatoes will need to be redder, teeth will need to be whiter and trainers will need to give athletes (and pedestrians) more assistance. You could describe these as micro-endeavours – small goals leading to small achievements, which allow us to think that the world and our quality of life are being improved. These are the ideas that seem to fascinate Daniel Stier. They are embodied by theses scientist, housed in basements of universities, hidden from the world and anonymously performing repetitive experiments, often on equipment lashed together from materials purchased from DIY stores. They are in the business of perfecting or improving one small aspect of our lives – not pursuing the great breakthrough or a Nobel Prize, but being content to explore their ideas and interests and thus moving slowly forwards.

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The photographs shown in this magazine – a small selection of the many Stier has made – show the scientists demonstrating the use of the equipment they toil over daily. Some look like they are trapped by their machines or that they are being tortured for their scientific knowledge; others look like they have constructed the apparatus for some kind of carnal gratification and some look like they are images of performance artists or of actors employed to play out an artist’s vision. Some experiments look expensive and well made, but some look shabby and poorly housed maybe suggesting their potential, or lack of, commercial value or use to mankind, should experiments prove successful. All are, deliberately, without titles – leaving us, the viewers, to form our own narratives and to speculate on how their outcomes might impact on our lives.

Steir likens the work of these scientists to that of his own practice as an artist and, as a result, feels comfortable in their presence. ‘They are like artists’ says Stier, ‘They work hard on a project, researching their subject area obsessively refining their outcome again and again, until it is as perfect as they can make it’. Stier also suggests that there are direct comparisons to be made between the reliance on funding and benefactors in both science and art and the potential futility of both; in that both the outcome of the scientist and the artist will, in the end, probably be invisible to the public (if they are even deemed successful enough to make it out of the laboratory or studio).

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I (and I would hope that scientists and artists would agree) consider human endeavour in art and science to be a necessary futility, and consider that it is mankind’s greatest achievement to find the space to countenance failure or defeat – rather than have to concentrate on the day-to-day survival, as do the rest of our planet’s inhabitants. Art and science are, after all, only made possible by this freedom to fail, as this freedom to fail is only made possible by, sometimes futile, human endeavour.

Richard Billingham interviewed by Gordon MacDonald in 2007

Richard Billingham’s story is an oddity in the history of British art. Having been ‘discovered’ as a painting student at Sunderland University, he rapidly went on to become one of the only household names in British photography and to become recognized, nationally and internationally, as an important artist. In 1997 he won the Citibank prize and in 2001 he was shortlisted for the Turner prize.

In this interview Gordon MacDonald talks to Billingham about his early career and his recent moves back to the snapshot aesthetic of his first, and most successful project, Ray’s a Laugh.

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GM. I wonder what first drew you towards art?

 

RB. I learned to read quite late, maybe 7 or 8 years old. Not because I was thick but because my parents didn’t bother pushing me. When I did learn I wanted to read everything and a big world opened up to me.  I would read art books in the local library. I probably read most of them – there weren’t many there but I got to know who Picasso was. Constable was the artist who influenced me the most.  He was a naturalist and his empirical approach to landscape painting has interested me all this time.  Since I was 11 I have been interested in nature.  I lived in a tower block and nature, to me, was escapism.  I wanted to paint landscapes but it was, like, impossible at the time.

 

GM. How did your parents feel about you taking up art?

 

RB. They were indifferent to it. They probably liked it because, if I was drawing, I was occupied and didn’t need looking after.

 

GM. How did the photographs start?

 

RB. There was just me and my dad living in the flat in a tower block. My mum had left and lived in a neighboring tower block due to his incessant drinking. I saw this scene every day – he would be in his bedroom, lying on the bed or sitting on the edge of the bed, looking in the mirror, drinking. I thought that I would like to make some paintings about this tragic situation and the way he appeared to me in the bedroom. Whenever I made a painting I would make it quickly – each painting at the time took about 15-20 minutes. I did try to teach myself to take longer over a painting but the trouble was that my dad wouldn’t sit still for long enough – he’d want a drink or he would go to the toilet. Later I managed to get a 35mm Zenith camera. I thought I could use the photographs as source material for the paintings. He was held still by the photographs and I could paint from them taking more time.

 

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GM. How did they continue from there to taking the rest of your family – your mother, your brother and the pets?

 

RB. The first time I went back to the flat after I had left to go to University up north I found my dad wasn’t living there any more. The flat was empty and he was living in the new flat with my mum in the other nearby tower block. The way the flat was decorated was different from that of the flat that I grew up in.  It was more opulent and there were more cats and dogs and small animals in cages everywhere – it was raucous.

 

GM. So, while you were studying painting at Sunderland, Julian Germaine and [Michael Collins] the then editor of the Sunday Telegraph magazine saw some of the photographs.

 

RB. Yes. When they took interest in them I didn’t think they were as special as they later became. I thought they were just interested in them through curiosity. The Telegraph editor came to my student digs in Sunderland and said ‘I want to see more of these photographs’, so I gave him a carrier bag full and he went off with them.

 

GM. He was Picture Editor at the Telegraph Magazine at the time. Didn’t you see that as a bit odd?

 

RB. I didn’t know that this could end in them being shown in galleries.  I didn’t know you could show photographs in galleries at that time.

 

GM. Did you start to appreciate them as solely photographs when Julian Germain and [Collins] the Telegraph editor started taking an interest.

 

RB. No, the intention was still to paint from them. I was also interested in taking some of them just for the sake of taking them, as I did enjoy doing it and enjoyed seeing what they looked like when they came out.

 

GM. Would you consider them as accidental art then?

 

RB. Maybe – in the sense that I did them for reasons other than being hung in galleries. But that happens a lot.

 

 

GM. I just want to know how this change happened for you. You had the intention of becoming a painter and you were seemingly shoehorned into this photography role. Usually people make that decision before they start making work in the new medium.

 

RB. I had this opportunity to publish about 50 of them in a book, I wasn’t sure about doing it because I didn’t want to be classed as a photographer – I didn’t want to be pigeonholed.  I wanted to be an artist. I talked to a friend from Sunderland, and he said ‘you might as well do the book. Francis Bacon was a furniture designer before he became an artist… if you do the book of photographs, well, photography is closer to painting than furniture design’.

So that swung it. But I was reluctant at first.

 

GM. I suppose part of that reluctance was that these were very personal?

 

RB. That never bothered me really. Why should it?

 

GM. I would think twice about displaying my family.

 

RB. Maybe you had closer ties with them? I don’t owe them anything and I never thought they would be shown in a gallery at that stage anyway. I thought they would be in a book and it would have a specialist market and not really a wide audience.

 

GM. So the attention came as a bit of a shock.

 

RB. Yes it did.

 

GM. When was the edit for Ray’s a Laugh made?

 

RB. Well, not straight away.   It wasn’t until 1996 that we made the edit.

On a few occasions before then I looked through the Telegraph editor’s collection of photobooks, so I did become aware of contemporary photography from 1994 onwards. The later pictures for the book (1994-95) were being taken with this added awareness.

 

GM. So some of the later images were being made with the knowledge that they were going to be used as photographs.

 

RB. No, but they were taken having seen other photographers work.

 

GM. Were they still being taken as basis for paintings?

 

RB. Not necessarily.  I’d never looked at photography books before 1994. I saw Larry Clark’s book, Tulsa, and I was amazed at the potential of photography. I could see that my photography could do more than I thought and it gave me confidence to continue.

 

GM. To take these photographs as photographs, rather than as raw material for something else?

 

RB. Yes, that’s one way of putting it. Before looking at contemporary photography I was getting my compositional ideas from painting but after I’d looked at the work of other photographers I think I was also getting inspiration and visual ideas from them – whether consciously or unconsciously.

 

GM. After you started being influenced by the work of other photographers, did you identify yourself as a potential photographer?

 

RB. Yes I think so from 1994 onwards – maybe a little bit later.

 

GM. So how many pictures in Ray’s a Laugh are taken from that perspective?

 

RB. About half.

 

GM. Can you see a difference and, if so, which approach do you think is more successful?

 

RB. There is a very obvious difference to me. I prefer the more innocent ones I did before I’d seen the photo books even though they’re probably harder work for the viewer. However, in the later works I still didn’t want a polished aesthetic (I still had a snobbish attitude to photography). I thought that the technical mistakes I’d made could initiate better ideas for paintings and I wanted to continue that. Many of those ‘accidents’ where allowed to happen: they look like accidents but most of them aren’t.

 

GM. So you were deliberately creating a snapshot aesthetic?

 

RB. I was messing up on purpose but with the aim to try and make a better or more original image.

 

GM. Why did you hang on to that snapshot aesthetic?

 

RB. I wasn’t worried about the accidents then, or how they were read, because I thought they might make better paintings and I still wanted to be a painter.

 

GM. But with the later one you made the decision to use them as photographs from the outset.

 

RB. Its not like I am never going to make paintings out of them. I still might.

 

GM. When the pictures had been spotted as interesting, they were brought together to become Ray’s a Laugh, which, to me, reads as a narrative about your dad’s addiction to alcohol.

 

RB. My dad’s the main character in it, but it’s not all about his addiction or him being drunk. How many photographs are there where he is drinking? Lets look at the book.  You see he’s not drinking there…

 

GM. But he is drunk.

 

RB. How do you know he’s drunk?

 

GM. He’s got a nosebleed and he can’t stand up.

 

RB. That’s one, two…

 

GM. He is drunk in that one.

 

RB. Yes but there’s no beer.

 

GM. He’s certainly been drinking

 

RB. There is a bottle there – shall I say four for that?

 

GM. But the ones of him drinking are so powerful, and the book is called Ray’s a Laugh.

 

RB. Five, six – he’s not drinking there – seven.

It’s like if you look at Wolfgang Tillmans’ work. Some might say a lot of it is all about penises. But if you count the number of penises in photographs in a show or book of his you would probably only actually see two or three depicted.

 

GM. Are you saying that Ray’s addiction was not what your pictures were about when you were taking them?

 

RB. I did want to make images of the tragedy of the situation. I wanted them to be emotionally very moving. I don’t think I concentrated on the drinking but on the effects of it. I didn’t want to illustrate alcoholism or make a documentary about it.

 

GM. I wonder how it got pared down to that edit?  Did you and the editors sit down together?

 

RB.  I probably picked out 70- 100 of my favorites and they did a final edit of 50 or so images.

 

GM. Did you agree with the edit?

 

RB. At that time yes. There are a few I wouldn’t include if I re-did it now. The TV dinner, for example, looks like the sort of image that any hack-photographer could have come into the flat and taken. A picture like that has the threat of undermining the rest. But there are only a few I would take out or swap for others.

 

GM. This book put your life and your family into the public realm.

 

RB. Well, I hadn’t lived with them since 1991.

 

GM. It’s still your life though – you were there when the photographs were taken.

 

RB. They’re my parents and my brother.  It’s not like I was photographing the inside of my own flat.

 

GM. No, you were photographing theirs.

 

RB. So it’s their lives rather than mine.

 

GM. After Ray’s a Laugh, you came to a point where you had to make another piece of work and to move your career along.

 

RB. Yes, in 1997 I made a series of urban landscapes that ended up being published in a book called Black Country (2004). I still wanted to make snapshots but I wanted a different subject – I wanted the images to be as good as the previous ones but minus the sensational subject matter of Ray’s a Laugh.

 

GM. Why did you want that?

 

RB. Just to see if I could make photographs without any sensational subject matter.

I needed a really mundane subject, so I chose to photograph the area I was born and grew up in.  I wanted to take photographs of the space. I didn’t want any image to be a portrait, a picture of the sky or a car or a building, because then it would be about the subject matter. I wanted to concentrate on the spaces only.

 

GM. This project then moves from the snapshot style of your earlier work into medium format with more polished images. What made you change your working method?

 

RB. I wanted to let go. I didn’t want to make innocent snapshot photographs for the rest of my life. I wanted to learn to make a photograph I had to think about first.

 

GM. So why not revert to painting?

 

RB. I was too lazy to make paintings by then and still am. I am no longer prepared to spend weeks at a time on a single painting when I can make a picture in a fraction of a second. I thought it would take less time to learn how to make this other type of photography. Also, there are so many different types of photograph you can take in the world why limit oneself to making one type? Some photographers seem to stick with one type but I get bored doing that.

 

GM. So you were training yourself technically?

 

RB. Not technically. I was forcing myself to preconceive my photographs so they would not be snapshots.

 

GM. Was this a part of you losing your naivety about photography?

 

RB. Yes, naivety or innocence. I thought why not just lose it altogether instead of holding on to it in the hope it will allow me to continue to take spontaneous photographs.

I have always been interested in landscape, so I started photographing landscapes using this new method.

 

GM. Do you think, looking at The Black Country publication, that the second half of the book is as successful as the first section of snapshots?

 

RB. I think the later ones are more sumptuous, but if you take the colour away there’s not much there. If you take the colour away from the snapshots the structure and the balance is still there. So I tend to think that the snapshots are probably better pictures spatially.

 

GM. Regarding your most recent project Zoo, you have made three very distinct set of images – a series of video pieces, some medium format studies and a series of snapshots based on your mothers pictures of zoo animals. Why have you returned to the snapshot style and the family for this work?

 

RB. It’s a bit of a story. My mother died recently and I had the responsibility of clearing out the empty flat. One of the few things I kept was the family albums.

A moving thing about them was the way she had included snapshots of zoo animals amongst family portraits. Her zoo snaps are very childlike. They are mostly taken on 110 and 126 film, which makes them blurry. They have been taken very innocently, as if she was unaware of the absurdity of the captive animals predicament. I suppose the intention was to record happy days out.

 

 

 

 

 

GM. But why reflect on your mum’s album?

 

RB. I had been making these really considered, medium format photographs in zoos and I thought it would be a good antidote to that. I decided that I wanted to make a group of animal pictures inspired by them. It is another way of seeing zoo animals and its how a lot of the public must see them.

 

GM. Did the project need an antidote?

 

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RB. The project needed more variety and this was another approach to representing captive animals.

I always stood where a spectator would and never went behind the scenes because I wanted to do it through the spectator’s eyes. There is a bit of the spectator and a bit of my aesthetic in them.

 

GM. This work seems to hark back to the family work a bit – not just technically but also conceptually. The idea of someone trapped in a situation – like the gorilla or Ray.

 

RB. It goes back to, I guess, when I was trying to paint Ray as a figure in an interior.

 

GM. But also the idea of someone or something trapped in a situation?

 

RB. I wanted them to have the look of something being contained. I wasn’t thinking of any relationship between the zoo and family work, but it is there. With the zoo snaps I’m imitating the look and feel of my mother’s photographs. She’s taken hers innocently and compositionally mine are better, but they have the same look. I deliberately used disposal cameras and cheap cameras in Ray’s a Laugh and I did the same with the Zoo snaps.

 

GM. Most recently you have started making photographs including your own partner and child – using the cheap cameras and look of Ray’s a Laugh or the snapshot photographs from the Zoo series.

 

RB. Yes, I think the baby was born at the same time I decided to take the Zoo snapshots.

 

When the baby was born I took pictures of him for my own family album so we would have a record of him growing up- just as most people would do. When I got my piles of pictures back from the Zoo trips there’d be baby pictures mixed in and I’d separate them out.  I saw that some of the baby ones had the same aesthetic of the zoo snaps probably because that was what I was working on at the time. It wasn’t a plan to start photographing the baby but when I saw that they were working pictorially I decided to continue with them in earnest.

 

GM. There are also pictures in the series of your son with your father, Ray, and brother, Jason, taken in that snapshot way, which seem to draw this new project and Ray’s a Laugh together.

 

RB. I took the baby to see Ray recently in the nursing home because he might die soon – he is very old. I wanted to be able to show Walter in the future that I took him to see Ray before he died.  Walter would have something of him and his grand dad to look at even though he won’t remember meeting Ray.

The pictures of Ray, Jason and Walter do draw the two bodies of work together or even helps to make them one project.

 

GM. There is something of a theme of making the personal public running through Ray’s a Laugh, Zoo and this latest work.

 

RB. That’s never bothered me. I guess a lot of people wouldn’t want to do that but if you’re an artist you have to take risks. When I was a primary school kid I didn’t want any of the other kids to see where we lived because we were poor and the place was not cared for. We didn’t have any heating or hot water, the carpets were dirty, there was dog shit everywhere and there was no paper on the walls.  I don’t know when the turning point was but at some point – perhaps when I first started to photograph Ray in his room- I decided never to think about hiding my background or upbringing anymore. It was easier, less stressful, not to bother about it. Why should I hide my poor background anyway?

 

GM. I wonder if the snapshot aesthetic is something you are going to keep on using? It has become a signature style.

 

RB. I’ve been thinking about signature styles. As I said before there are so many different types photographs you can take. A signature style is usually good for marketing the work as everyone can immediately recognize it. I don’t intend to stick to one style or way of taking pictures although it does make financial sense.