John Riddy makes quiet, exquisitely composed photographs of everyday places. In this video he talks about the thought processes that happen while he makes his work. I recognize something in his photographs that I’m looking for in my own. Hearing him talk about his approach helps me clarify mine. He treats the space in a...
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Filmmaker Wim Wenders, a fellow Polaroid lover, speaks frankly about Polaroids and photography in the 21st century in this article from The Guardian. In 2017 he collected his remaining Polaroids and mounted an exhibition, Instant Stories. So Instant Stories is also an elegy for the Polaroid itself, and all it stood for. “At the time, it...
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Jessica caught me playing with tiny versions of my big prints tonight. I’m planning the layout of my show in the Redding Corridor Gallery at [Sawtooth School for Visual Art](https://www.sawtooth.org/) this August. Too many moving parts to arrange the prints on the computer, so I’m pushing these little guys around until they sit well together....
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Here’s what’s happening at the studio today: I’m on a quest to liberate photographs from mattes and glass. Yes, I am aware that’s the traditional way to present photographs. But I hate the way glass separates the viewer from the photograph. We’re often looking at a reflection of ourselves while we look at a framed...
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Here’s a photo of me in the darkroom in my childhood home, where I learned to print. Three years ago, my brother-in-law, Kent Miller, showed up for a family gathering with fresh chemistry for the darkroom and a box of paper. I hadn’t been in there for a decade. I thought I was done with it....
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I used to make a lot of self portraits. Mostly now I can’t be bothered. Except one morning last October when the grass was covered with dew and my shadow was rolling out over all those sparkly backlit gems.
