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Spellbound: The Eyes of Salvador Dali
Salvador Dali’s Mustache by Philippe Halsman 1953
Maya Deren
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/At_Land
At Land
At Land (1944) is a 15-minute silent experimental film written, directed by, and starring Maya Deren. It has a dream-like narrative in which a woman, played by Deren, is washed up on a beach and goes on a strange journey encountering other people and other versions of herself. Deren once said that the film is about the struggle to maintain one's personal identity.
The composer John Cage and the poet and film critic Parker Tyler were involved in making the film, and appear in the film.
Deren filmed At Land in Port Jefferson and Amagansett, New York in the summer of 1944. Taking on more of an environmental psychologist's perspective, Deren "externalizes the hidden dynamic of the external world...as if I had moved from a concern with the life of the fish, to a concern with the sea which accounts for the character of the fish and its life." Maya Deren washes up on the shore of the beach, and climbs up a piece of driftwood that leads to a room lit by chandeliers, and one long table filled with men and women smoking. She seems to be invisible to the people as she crawls across the table, uninhibited; her body continues seamlessly again onto a new frame, crawling through foliage; following the flowing pattern of water on rocks; following a man across a farm, to a sick man in bed, through a series of doors, and finally popping up outside on a cliff. She shrinks in the wide frame as she walks farther away from the camera, up and down sand dunes, then frantically collecting rocks back on the shore. Her expression seems confused when she sees two women playing chess in the sand. She runs back through the entire sequence, and because of the jump-cuts, it seems as though she is a double or "doppelganger," where her earlier self sees her other self running through the scene. Some of her movements are controlled, suggesting a theatrical, dancer-like quality, while some have an almost animalistic sensibility as she crawls through the seemingly foreign environments. This is one of Deren's films in which the focus is on the character's exploration of her own subjectivity in her physical environment, inside as well as outside her subconscious, although it has a similar amorphous quality compared to her other films.
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Maya Deren
Text from Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Deren
Meshes Of The Afternoon
In 1943, Deren purchased a used 16 mm Bolex camera with some of the inheritance money after her father's death from a heart attack. This camera captured her first and best-known film, Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), made in their Los Angeles home on a budget of $250 in collaboration with Hammid. Meshes of the Afternoon is recognized as a seminal American avant-garde film. It is the first example of a narrative work in avant-garde American film; critics have seen autobiographical elements in the film, as well as thoughts about women and the individual. Originally a silent film with no dialogue, music for the film was composed by Deren's third husband Teiji Itō in 1952. The film can be described as an expressionistic "trance film," full of dramatic angles and innovative editing. It seems to investigate the ephemeral ways in which the protagonist's unconscious mind works and makes connections between objects and situations. A woman, played by Maya Deren, walks to her friend's house in Los Angeles, falls asleep and has a dream. The sequence of walking up to the gate on the partially shaded road restarts numerous times, resisting conventional narrative expectations, and ends in various situations inside the house. Movement from the wind, shadows and the music sustain the heartbeat of the dream. Certain symbols recur on the screen, including a cloaked, mirror-faced figure, and a key, which becomes twinned with a knife.
The loose repetition and rhythm cut short any expectation of a conventional narrative, heightening the dream-like qualities. The camera initially avoids her face, which precludes identification with a particular woman. Multiple selves appear, shifting between the first and third person, suggesting that the super-ego is at play, which is in line with the psychoanalytic Freudian staircase and flower motifs. This kind of Freudian interpretation, which she disagreed with, led Deren to add sound to the film composed by Teji Ito. Another interpretation is that each film is an example of a "personal film". Her first piece explores a woman's subjectivity and her relation to the external world. Georges Sadoul said Deren may have been "the most important figure in the post-war development of the personal, independent film in the U.S.A." In featuring the filmmaker as the woman whose subjectivity in the domestic space is explored, the feminist dictum "the personal is political" is foregrounded. As with her other films on self-representation, Deren navigates conflicting tendencies of the self and the "other," through doubling, multiplication and merging of the woman in the film. Following a dreamlike quest with allegorical complexity, Meshes of the Afternoon has an enigmatic structure and a loose affinity with both film noir and domestic melodrama. The film is famous for how it resonated with Deren's own life and anxieties. According to a review in The Moving Image, "this film emerges from a set of concerns and passionate commitments that are native to Deren's life and her trajectory. The first of these trajectories is Deren's interest in socialism during her youth and university years".
Director’s Notes:
There is no concrete information about the conception of Meshes of the Afternoon, just that Deren offered the poetic ideas and Hammid was able to turn them into visuals. Deren's initial concept began on the terms of a subjective camera, one that would show the point of view of herself without the aid of mirrors and would move as her eyes through spaces. According to the earliest program note, she describes Meshes of the Afternoon as:
This film is concerned with the interior experiences of an individual. It does not record an event which could be witnessed by other persons. Rather, it reproduces the way in which the subconscious of an individual will develop, interpret, and elaborate an apparently simple and casual incident into a critical emotional experience.
Influences:
Jean Cocteau's Blood of a Poet (1930) // Dali’s & Bunuel's Un Chien Andalou (1928) // Freud and Jung
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Text from Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meshes_of_the_Afternoon
Meshes of the Afternoon (1943) is a short experimental film directed by wife-and-husband team Maya Deren and Alexander Hammid. The film's narrative is circular and repeats several motifs, including a flower on a long driveway, a key falling, a door unlocked, a knife in a loaf of bread, a mysterious Grim Reaper–like cloaked figure with a mirror for a face, a phone off the hook and an ocean. Through creative editing, distinct camera angles, and slow motion, the surrealist film depicts a world in which it is more and more difficult to catch reality.
In 1990, Meshes of the Afternoon was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant", going into the registry in the second year of voting. In 2015 the BBC named the film the 40th greatest American movie ever made.
Maya Deren
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Maya Deren (April 29, 1917 – October 13, 1961), born Eleonora Derenkowska, was a Ukrainian-born American filmmaker and one of the most important American experimental filmmakers and entrepreneurial promoters of the avant-garde in the 1940s and 1950s. Deren was also a choreographer, dancer, film theorist, poet, lecturer, writer, and photographer.
The function of film, Deren believed, like most art forms, was to create an experience; each one of her films would evoke new conclusions, rendering her oeuvre dynamic and always-evolving. She combined her interests in dance, Haitian Vodou and subjective psychology in a series of surreal, perceptual, black-and-white short films. Using editing, multiple exposures, jump cutting, superimposition, slow-motion, and other camera techniques to her fullest advantage, Deren created continued motion through discontinued space, while abandoning the established notions of physical space and time, with the ability to turn her vision into a stream of consciousness.
One of the most influential experimental films in American cinema was Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), her collaboration with Alexander Hammid. She went on to make several films of her own, including At Land (1944), A Study in Choreography for Camera (1945), and Ritual in Transfigured Time (1946), writing, producing, directing, editing, and photographing them with help from only one other person, Hella Heyman, her camerawoman.
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Kenny Kenny
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Kenny Kenny
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All Images are copyright of Kenny Kenny
Kenny Kenny
http://kennykennyphotos.com/index.htm
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Kenny Kenny
Text from Kenny Kenny’s website: http://kennykennyphotos.com/bio.htm
Found on internet:
Kenny Kenny came to New York from Ireland in 1986. In 1987, he worked the door for Susanne Bartsch's weekly party at Savage. He went on to work the door at other NY nightlife clubs such as Limelight, Club USA an Quick, and promoted a party called Panty Girdles with Sister Dimension and Bella Bolski. He returned to land of Susanne Bartsch and did Sunday night Vandam parties at Greenhouse until it no longer worked out.
Quote from Kenny Kenny in HuffPort article:
“I’ve become the artist that I always was but didn’t have the opportunity to express until now. But it was always there; I was always into costumes, I was always into expressing myself through looks and visuals. And I consider myself a visual poet. I express my moods and something that’s indefinable, like sometimes you’re expressing something through a poem that’s really indefinable — you can only hint towards it. You can’t really completely describe everything through a poem. Because words are very limited. But you can hint towards something that’s ineffable and indefinable and sometimes I do that with my visuals, because visuals are also limited. But I hint towards a certain thing that’s in my soul and that’s why I think I’m a visual poet. I use painting, I paint my body, I use costumes that I create and I use my apartment and backdrops to create something that I feel is intrinsically me and says something about who I am. It’s just a visual language, really. And I’m exploring it and it’s a journey but I’m on the journey now full force.”
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/08/31/kenny-kenny-after-dark_n_5742624.html
Steven F. Arnold
All images are by Steven F. Arnold and were found on the internet. Unsure of the exact titles.
Apogee Of The Idea
The Card Reading
Grotto Of Madame La Mort
Pandora
Rorschach
Sea Of Transition
The Luxury Of Solitude
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Steven F. Arnold
https://stevenarnoldarchive.com
“Angie Bowie” by Steven F. Arnold
“Dressed For Dali” by Steven F. Arnold
“Hunger For The Marvelous” by Steven F. Arnold
“There Is No Separation” by Steven F. Arnold
“Virgin Of Paste” by Steven F. Arnold
“Untitled (Boat)” by Steven F. Arnold
“Untitled, 1982″ by Steven F. Arnold
Steven F. Arnold
https://stevenarnoldarchive.com
“Evocation of Dalia” by Steven F. Arnold
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Klimtesque” by Steven F. Arnold
“Untitled (Torsos)” by Steven F. Arnold
“Invitation To Yin Yang” by Steven F. Arnold
“Gestation” by Steven F. Arnold
Steven F. Arnold
Text taken from Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steven_F._Arnold
(1943-1994)
Steven F. Arnold (1943-1994), trendsetting American artist and protégé of Salvador Dali, was a visionary filmmaker, photographer, painter, illustrator, set and costume designer, and assemblage artist.
At four or five years old, he found a chest of theatrical costumes and make-up belonging to his uncle in the attic of his parent’s house, and from then on devoted himself to the art of transformation, constantly dressing up to amuse himself, his fashion model sister, and his babysitter. His parents encouraged his fantasies, and allowed him to build sets and puppets to put on shows for the neighborhood children, to whom, he said, he never related.
In the fall of 1958 Arnold entered Oakland Technical High School, where he met his lifelong friend, muse, and collaborator, Pandora. The pair became inseparable, and would spend hours in Steven’s bedroom drinking champagne and Romilar cough syrup, smoking opium, marijuana, and cigarettes, dressing up, and playing with make-up.
After graduating from high school in the spring of 1961, Arnold won a full scholarship to the San Francisco Art Institute. In the spring of 1964, after earning perfect grades for two years at the Institute, Arnold took a break to study abroad in Paris and enrolled at Ecole Des Beaux Arts. Feeling confined by the stiff, traditional curriculum at Ecole Des Beaux Arts, Arnold and a group of American classmates rented villas on the small island of Formentera off the coast of Spain. For the next several months the group lived communally, taking LSD every day, experimenting with paints and costumes, taking up residence in caves, and exploring the small island. Arnold recalls: “This new drug was so euphoric and visionary, so positive and mind expanding… I ascended to another dimension, one so beautiful and spiritual that I was never the same.” Arnold also began keeping sketchbooks around this time, a practice he maintained throughout his life.
Returning to San Francisco in the spring of 1965, Arnold resumed his studies at the San Francisco Art Institute, turning his eye on film-making. He wrote, directed, and designed three short films over the next two years. By late 1967 Arnold was about to receive his BFA, and his final student film, Messages, Messages, was drawing critical attention. Due to the critical success of their film, Arnold and collaborator Michael Wiese decided that Messages, Messages was worthy of a more elaborate hometown premiere than the San Francisco Art Institute could provide. So in February 1968, shortly before their graduation, the pair rented the Palace Theatre in San Francisco’s North Beach for the occasion. In addition to Messages, Messages, Arnold also curated “a rare collection of early surrealist films by Man Ray, Melies, and old French animations.” The evening was such a success that the theater owner offered to allow Arnold to continue holding screenings. This led to the March 1968 inauguration of Arnold’s Nocturnal Dreamshows, the first of the weekly midnight movie showcases that became nationally popular in the 1970s. The Nocturnal Dreamshows also launched The Cockettes, a psychedelic San Francisco drag troupe, into underground fame.
In 1969, while working on his MFA at San Francisco Art Institute, Arnold began filming Luminous Procuress, which went on to win him the 1972 New Director’s award at the San Francisco International Film Festival, an extended exhibition at the Whitney Museum of American Art, and a second invite to Cannes’ Director’s Fortnight. Salvador Dalí was so impressed with the film that he arranged a private screening at the St. Regis Hotel, to which he invited New York’s elite, including Andy Warhol, who also praised the film’s genius. Arnold became a favorite of Dalí’s, and in 1974 he went to study with Dali in Spain, helping Dali to embellish and inaugurate his Teatro-Museo Dalí. Dalí dubbed Arnold the 'prince' of his Court of Miracles, which included other counter-culture icons such as Donyale Luna, Andy Warhol superstar Ultra Violet, Amanda Lear, Marianne Faithfull, David Bowie and Mick Jagger.
After returning to California, and failing to make any progress on other film projects, Arnold was driven to find new modes of expression. So he established his Los Angeles photography studio and west coast salon, Zanzibar. From 1982-89, Arnold found his niche, designing and shooting tableau-vivants for four books; he left thousands of living tableau photographs and negatives unpublished. He nurtured close friendships with kindred spirits such as actress Ellen Burstyn and Simon Doonan of Barneys New York. Arnold adored the vast cross-section of society represented at his nightly Salons, but also culled inspiration from his dreams, world religions, sexuality, fine art masterpieces, Jungian archetypes, social attitudes, excess, and artifice, working all night, and waking each afternoon to sketch dreams and visions into his growing collection of sketchbooks. In addition to his photography, Arnold also translated these his drawings into a large body of paintings and assemblage sculpture between 1990 and his death in 1994.
Arnold was diagnosed with AIDS in 1988 at the height of his popularity and died in 1994.
“Dreams of Transformation” by Steven F. Arnold
https://stevenarnoldarchive.com
On Death and Dying ...
Artist unknown for both images. Both images were found on the internet.
Lauren E. Simonutti
Text from www.flickr.com - July 21, 2012 4:22 PM
Lauren E. Simonutti, 1968, USA, passed away last week due to complications from her illness. On March 28th, 2006 she started hearing voices and was diagnosed with "rapid cycling, mixed state bipolar with schizoaffective disorder". She felt she was going mad and spent her last years almost in isolation. She turned the camera on herself and the space she was living in. She has left us with an impressive, honest and strong body of work. With her photographs she gave a voice to those that suffer in isolation.
Mental illness is not something easily understood. Most of us only hear about it through television or the cinema, which tends to sensationalize the condition. Rarely do we meet a person truly afflicted with mental illness who can explain it. In 2006, Lauren E. Simonutti started hearing three distinct voices in her right ear, the ear she lost hearing in years prior. After numerous hospitalizations and mis-diagnoses, Lauren was finally given a name to her illness, rapid cycling, mixed state bipolar with schizoaffective disorder, and given proper medicines which allows her to function with great clarity on a daily basis.
Taking pictures since she was twelve, Lauren turned the camera on herself, photographing within the confines of her home, which she has rarely left since 2006. The result of this self-imposed isolation is a haunting, honest body of work about mental illness and a testament to her resilience and need to confront and understand her condition.
Text from Lensculture feature: Photographic notes from a madhouse Surreal, haunting, evocative, unforgettable. 38 visions by Lauren E. Simonutti. Plus a compelling text by the artist.
https://www.lensculture.com/articles/lauren-e-simonutti-photographic-notes-from-a-madhouse
(Editor’s note: This remarkable body of work arrived one morning not long ago with a letter of introduction. The range and richness and consistency of the work thrilled me, while the background story created a deep uneasiness of emotion. These impressions and strong feelings have remained. What follows is an edited version of the photographer’s email exchanges with me. My questions have been edited out. These are all her own words.) This is a visual narrative of an unexpected & devastating situation in which I find myself, which also is relevant to the lives of many others. It’s just not often spoken about. Madness strips things down to their core. It takes everything, and in exchange offers more madness, and the occasional ability to see things that are not there. The problem with insanity is that you can feel it coming, but when you tell people you think you are going crazy they don’t believe you. It is too distant a concept. Too melodramatic. You don’t believe it yourself until you have fallen so quickly and so far that your fingernails are the only thing holding you up, balanced with your feet dangling on either side of a narrow fence with your heart and mind directly over center, so that when you do fall it will split you in two. Split equally. So there’s not even a stronger side left to win. For mental illness the cure is not worse — because nothing is worse — but is just as bad as the disease. At the end of the end of the rope, after several years of trial and error, prescribed drug after drug, commitments, hospitalizations and three inexplicably unsuccessful suicide attempts, it came down to one last try. Sequestered in the house that I had made, a madhouse in its own right, only leaving to see the doctor or for food, I am dosed with as much stardust* as a body can take without breaking, trying to balance the threat of organ failure against the redirection of the bio-chemical misfirings that conspire to convince me to destroy all. (*Lithium really is stardust. It is the 3rd to last element that an exploding star expels before it goes nova. Only hydrogen and helium come after).I am aware enough to know the things I see and hear are not real, but that does not mean I do not still see them.I have reached the point where if I do not have a photograph of something I cannot be certain it happened. So, locked inside the house with nothing else left, I shoot this. Heart & mind, hallucination & dream. I figure it could go one of two ways — I will either capture my ascension from madness to as much a level of sanity for which one of my composition could hope, or I will leave a document of it all, in the case that I should lose......Comes a point in telling the story where you have to stop trying to direct it and simply do as you’re told. Even if you like your characters you cannot force a happy ending......As for my working technique: All work is 100% digital free. Any manipulation has been done either in camera (occasionally), or in darkroom (usually).Let me clarify that I have nothing against digital. I do not desire to disparage, denigrate or disrespect it. I simply prefer to get my hands wet. Nearly all my images are large format (4x5 or 5x7 inch negatives) contact prints, exposed under a 100 watt bulb, then selectively bleached and toned. I apply the chemistry with brushes. While I have my preferred techniques, (sepia, selenium and silver bleach are my main palette), there is always the element of chance. Chemistry does not always react the same, water does not always run in the same direction. I have been known to spill things. Each print is different. For some reason I only listen to music in the darkroom. I find watching clocks tiresome so I time film processing by music — I have a range of songs of the proper length. Film goes in, music goes on (Tom Waits, Bowie, Bauhaus), song ends, film comes out. I don’t time prints, I print by inspection. My favourite papers have both been discontinued to date, (Azo & Bergger contact printing papers), so at some point I will have to adapt my working technique, as I have virtually no supply. I am curious to see what will happen. — lauren e. simonutti
Lauren E. Simonutti
Text below taken directly from the Center for Photography at Woodstock website:
https://www.cpw.org/artists/lauren-simonutti/
Fewer than twenty percent of suicides leave a note. More probably make the effort, but find the results inadequate, the futile attempt at describing logically a desperate and illogical act rejected. Contained in this series are case studies of individuals who, feeling their lives had failed, ended them; and finding that words failed, abandoned them.
The police arrive, photograph the scene, make a preliminary determination as to the cause of death, mark the location of the body and send it away. It is stripped. The corpse is turned inside out, the contents removed and weighed, then discarded. The deceased’s clothing is examined, pockets turned inside out, the contents removed and recorded, then returned to the next of kin in a plastic evidence bag for which one is required to sign.
The following case studies contain a concise history, snapshot and photographic documentation of what was recovered from the pockets, found clutched in the hands, or arranged to be the last thing the deceased would see on this earth, in the hope that the objects will speak to us in lieu of the notes that were not left.
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Lauren Simonutti ( Baltimore , MD ) graduated from the University of the Arts, Philadelphia , in 1990 with a BFA in Photography and a crippling addiction to alcohol. She then moved to NYC where her degree enabled her to attain numerous positions in the food service, cocktail waitressing, and bartending industries. The mid to late 90’s introduced her intimately to the world of medicine including intensive care, orthopedics, physical therapy, wheelchairs (primarily single arm propelled), adjustable dial leg braces, bone growth stimulation (a phrase she finds amusing), titanium steel insertion rods and repeated reconstructive surgery, as the result of her introduction through and rapid expulsion from the windshield of the car that ran her over as she was walking home. Throughout, it all – events, injuries, individuals, dreams, nightmares, life, still life, and visions of afterlife – has been faithfully recorded, processed, printed and when necessary toned, painted or otherwise altered and exhibited throughout the East Coast. The most concise series of which has been placed in book form and was recognized as a finalist for the Honickman First Book Prize in 2003, though still in need of a publisher. Entering the 21st century she finds herself relatively intact and ineptly sober, having purchased and trying to hold onto a delicate wreck of a house, which has become her primary model and largest work in progress thus far.
Artist Statement (Text taken from Catherine Edelman Gallery website) https://www.edelmangallery.com/artists/artists/o-z/lauren-e.-simonutti.html
8 rooms, 7 mirrors, 6 clocks, 2 minds & 199 panes of glass
Madness strips things down to their core. It takes everything and in exchange offers only more madness, and the occasional ability to see things that are not there.
03.28.06 There were so many beginnings I had to choose one, and since this is a story of anniversaries 03.28.06 seemed the most appropriate. That is the day I began to hear voices. Three of them, quite distinct. Two are taunting and the third voice is mine, as I have heard it externally, on a tape recording or answering machine. That voice has some reserve, it seldom makes itself heard. The others are a constant. They all live in my right ear which rather makes sense as I spontaneously went deaf in that ear a decade ago and it has been vacant ever since. As time and treatment progressed they have stopped screaming and contribute only a dull murmur. Except at bedtime, at bedtime they like to sing. It presents itself as a sing-song - Rapid cycling, mixed state bipolar with schizoaffective disorder.
The problem with madness is that you can feel it coming but when you tell people you think you are going crazy they do not believe you. It is too distant a concept. Too melodramatic. You don’t believe it yourself until you have fallen so quickly and so far that your fingernails are the only thing holding you up, balanced with your feet dangling on either side of a narrow fence with your heart and mind directly over center, so that when you do fall it will split you in two. And split equally. So there’s not even a stronger side left to win.
I began to break time down. Smaller and smaller parcels are easier to digest, easier to recognize, easier to bear. This would be the math:
4 birthdays 3 + 1/2 years 42 months 1307 days (taking into account the leap year) 1,882,080 minutes 112,924,800 seconds
I would anatomize it further but it might make me appear obsessive.
The misfirings of my beloved/despised mind that conspire to convince me to destroy all have rendered me housebound and led to a solitary life. A creature of past, proof, memory and imaginary friends, I am aware enough to know the things I see and hear are not real, but that does not mean I do not still see and hear them.
Over three and one half years I have spent alone amidst these 8 rooms, 7 mirrors, 6 clocks, 2 minds and 199 panes of glass. And this is what I saw here. This is what I learned.
La Parade Des Aux Bijoux: La Chanson De L’Or - c. 1924
La Chanson de L’Or (the gold song) in La Parade des Beaux Bijoux (the parade of beautiful jewels) in Couers En Folie at the Folies Bergere, Paris, 1924
Couers En Folie at the Folies Bergere
László Moholy-Nagy: The Mavericks (II) - c. 1927