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Singer/actress Alicia Keys in the June 1, 2016 issue of Vanity Fair Italia.
[Image description: A colour photograph in square format. A young male Burmese Buddhist monk in his 20s stands in the doorway of an outdoor temple corridor. He is positioned centrally in the image, the doorway framing him all around. He is wearing reddish brown traditional monk’s robes with no shoes. He holds a brown-covered large smartphone in his hands and is looking at it intensely. The stone walls of the ancient temple around him are white and intricately carved. Above him fly several Buddhist flags. Behind him on the other side of the corridor is a similar doorway, which opens to an inner walled courtyard with trees and sunlight.]
A young Buddhist monk at the Ananda temple in Bagan, Myanmar checks his smartphone. Donning a monk’s robes is a rite of passage for boys in Myanmar, where men are expected to enter monkhood twice in their lives: once as a young novice, and later as a fully ordained monk in their twenties. Families from poorer backgrounds may choose to send their young boys to the temple in order to become monks, as it guarantees a free education, but the choice to stay is personal. Most men do not become monks for life, and continue to lead rather ordinary lives outside of their religious duties - it is not uncommon to see a group of young teenage boys, a few of them in monks’ attire, hanging out in the park fiddling with their smartphones and drinking energy drinks just like any gang of lads. This young monk in the photograph came outside to smoke and check his phone during a Buddhist festival at the Ananda temple in Bagan, Myanmar. When I asked for his permission to take a photo, he quickly chucked the cigarette (which can be seen on the ground by the pillar in the bottom left side of the frame).
© Tiu Makkonen
2016
Rolleicord Va, Kodak Portra 400 medium format film
[Image description: A colour photograph cropped in square format. The photograph shows a scene from a rural mountain village in Myanmar. There are wooden bamboo and tin roofed houses dotted around a wide ochre coloured dirt road which winds into the distance. Far away at the end of the road is a white stupa with a golden spire. Beyond the stupa, hazy blue hills stretch out into the horizon. The sky is blue and clear. In the foreground of the image, two large bamboo mats have been laid out on the ground. They are covered with dark green tea leaves drying out in the sun. A local woman is crouching by one of the mats, tending to the leaves. A large white sack is next to her on the ground. She is wearing a pink beanie hat, a pale cardigan and a long purple skirt. Two other women are walking up the dirt road, both carrying large, heavy looking sacks. The woman walking in front is wearing a pink shirt and a green skirt, and the woman behind is wearing a blue shirt and yellow skirt. Lush green vegetation grows around the houses; two thin powerlines stretch over the scene and out of the corner of the frame. End description ]
A Palau tribe village high up in the Shan Hills in Shan State, northern Myanmar. The Palaung are one of the many ethnic minority tribes that live in the hills. They pride themselves as the master tea cultivators in the area, and many make their livelihood by growing and harvesting tea. The villages are very remote, often accessible only by a long day’s trek through the jungle-covered hills, and a village may only have one or two motorcycles between them for faster transportation along the winding mountain roads. Bamboo mats strewn with tea leaves lined the paths in every village we passed, the smell bringing to mind something akin to a wet goat. Not to be dismayed by the aroma, we got to sample some at our resting place for the night, and as foreign guests, we were privileged to receive what we were informed was the highest quality version of the tea. The building we stayed in was a tea pickers’ seasonal lodgings, built for temporary workers arriving for the harvest season.
This part of Myanmar is beautiful, but politically quite unstable as the government army and the local hill tribe militia fight over control of the region. The illegal opium trade funds both sides of the fighting. Tourist access is not permitted without a local guide and travellers must be wary of any recent fighting or military activity which might prohibit trekking in the hills. Our guide Aung San, a young man from the Palau village where we spent the night, told us the local militia requires any families with three or more boy children to sign at least one of them up for the army against the government. Children would sometimes be hid in wells or silos when word of the military approaching the village came round, with the family covering their hiding place with the tea-covered bamboo mats as a means of disguise.
© Tiu Makkonen
2016
Rolleicord Va, Kodak Portra 400 medium format film
[Image description: a black and white photograph cropped in square format.
A portrait of an elderly Sardinian woman. She is sitting in an old fashioned kitchen on a stool covered with striped cloth. She is positioned centrally in the image, her body in profile facing towards the right, with her face slightly tilted upwards and past camera right. Her hands rest in her lap. Her hair is short, dark and slightly wavy. Her expression is intense in concentration, perhaps in thought or looking at someone outside the frame. She wears a light coloured wool sweater nipped from use, the sleeves neatly rolled up for work. A striped floral apron is tied at her waist over her dark trousers, and she wears a scarf around her neck. Behind her is a large traditional stone oven of the type used for baking bread, the white masonry blackened from decades of dedicated use. A fire is blazing inside the hearth now. An analogue clock on the wall declares the time nearly quarter past 10. End description. ]
© Tiu Makkonen
Signora Pina, 78 years old, on Christmas Eve morning in Sant’Antioco waiting for the oven to finish heating for her pane al pomodoro. Signora Pina has been baking since she was a child and is one of the few in her community to still retain knowledge of the traditional ways of the craft. The baking of the bread is a delicate and time-consuming affair, including the proper ritual of lighting the fire three times to heat the ancient stones, brushing away the ashes and perfuming the hearth with bunches of mastic leaves, and keeping the temperature in the bakery just right while the loaves bake. The dough needs to rise at least overnight, and a mixture of olive oil, fresh basil, pungent garlic and plump cherry tomatoes is carefully folded into the loaves before baking.
2015
Rolleicord Va, Kodak T-Max 400 medium format film
[ Image description: A colour photograph cropped in a square format. A young white European woman standing in a snowy landscape with black leafless trees, a hint of a river and snowcapped hills in the background. The sky is grey and overcast. She is positioned slightly left of centre with her whole body in view. Behind her is a large roaring orange bonfire made of green pine branches and white billowing smoke. She is wearing a traditional Nordic costume consisting of a long sleeved white blouse with red embroidery around the cuffs and collar, a green vest with small golden clasp at the waist, and a mid-calf length striped wool skirt of red, blue and green. She has a white apron over the skirt with white and red tassels at the hem, and a red and black striped pocket on her left hip. Her boots are black with thick white socks. Her hair is short and brown, and on her head she wears a red cloth headpiece with a golden yellow inlay. Two long silk ribbons hang from the headpiece, one black and one green, drawn forward over her left shoulder and descending past her chest. She is standing straight with her arms at her sides, her body facing the camera but her face gazing towards the distance on the left side of the image. Her expression is quite neutral with a hint of defiance, or perhaps thoughtfulness. She does not seem bothered by the fire behind her. End description. ]
Fire/Fallow
© Tiu Makkonen
2016
Rolleicord Va, Kodak Portra 400 medium format film
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I’m starting a new tumblblog for my personal work, and using this one for research purposes. My official website (www.tiumakkonen.com) is a bit outdated, and all the cool kids hang out on tumblr these days (or maybe they don’t and I’m just late to the party) so here we go!
I will also be providing visual descriptions with all of my images over on the new blog to make it more accessible to folks with screen readers.
photo: Jess Hurd/Global Justice Now
A projection on the White Cliffs of Dover, the first sight many see when crossing the Channel to Britain, bearing the message ‘#Refugees Welcome’ ahead of a fascist far-right protest meant to happen in Dover this Saturday. The projection was arranged by campaign organisation Global Justice Now and "guerrilla projectionists" Feral X.
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Jonas Bendiksen. Russia, Altai territory, 2000. Villagers collect scrap metal from spacecraft and satellites which are brought crashing down to the ground in the steppe. The rocket fuel is poisoning the ground, killing wildlife and other animals grazing there. The fields are full of white butterflies.
I saw this photograph at a Magnum exhibition at C/O Berlin and it has remained one of my favourites since.
Tove Jansson, Juhlat kaupungissa (City Celebration), 1947
oil fresco for the Helsinki City Hall
Tove painted herself as the woman smoking by the table in front. There is a moomin figure by her elbow. She also painted her lover at the time, Vivica Bandler, as the dark-haired woman dancing behind her to the right. By painting Vivica and herself in such recognisable ways, she showed courage in declaring their then-unlawful and secret love to the world. She didn’t care about the gossip or slander that might follow - she wanted to preserve the memory of the time when they loved each other.
She wrote a poem to the Vivica in the painting:
Blue, blue I painted the sky
yellow as sun your dress
beautiful your smile.
You I have painted the sweetest
I painted you on the wall,
there you shall remain
as you were
when you loved me.
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Efu-tnZt_mU)
The Sun, My Father by Nils-Aslak Valkeapää (Áillohaš), 1988
“Beaivi, Áhčážan is the centrepiece of Áillohaš’s tripartite mythic cycle, including the lyrical and personal Ruoktu váimmus (Trekways of the Wind) and the mythic and universal Eadni, eannážan (as yet untranslated into English, The Earth, My Mother). In the original Sámi, all three books integrate image and text in controlled and mythical ways, enabling any reader, regardless of language abilities, to imagine ways of melding tradition and posterity. Yet, Valkeapää goes beyond mere intimation in these works; he specifically calls Beaivi, Áhčážan his self-proclaimed jietnagovadas, or voice drum, a shamanic device that allows him as shaman-poet to look into the past, into the future or into the depths of Sámi realities. In Western terms alone, The Sun, My Father is a rich and complex cycle of poetry. American readers, for example, identify readily with the poet's ability to dream, his apt ways of describing an exotic way of life, and his gentle persistence in bearing witness against Western exploitation. And yet, the translations are remarkably stripped of context. The poet has chosen to consider the translations – in the Scandinavian languages, English, and Finnish -- to be mere guides to the original work. Thus, most Western readers do not have ready access to the fullness or richness of the Sámi version. The original Sámi work, Beaivi, Áhčážan is words, as well, but it is also much, much more. Its 586 poems and photos is an integrated and layered piece of art, a shaman drum capable of seeing into other worlds, into the past, and into the future. It is encyclopedic; it embraces the totality of Sámi culture and history. And Beaivi, Áhčážan presents this mythic and poetic reality through the govadas-image drum. “
From ÁILLOHAŠ AND HIS IMAGE DRUM: THE NATIVE POET AS SHAMAN by Kathleen Osgood Dana
Harald Gaski describes in In the Shadow of the Midnight Sun:
“Images are extremely important in the Sámi's old epic poetry. Particularly elaborate are hidden messages conveyed in the more rebellious songs from the period of colonization. The Sámi of that time no doubt feared being understood by any public officials who had acquired a little knowledge of their language and might happen to hear one of their songs. Therefore, they avoided the use of direct language and concealed implied messages in subtle texts; only the initiated could get the points being made. This means of communication served at least two purposes at once: on the superficial level, it contained a harmless tale of various events in the lives of the Sami, while its underlying message to the Sami audience conveyed a call to resist cultural suppression and assimilation. “
Jorma Puranen, Imaginary Homecoming
Imaginary Homecoming. 1992
“During a visit to the Finnish Sámi region, Puranen was shown a series of unusually beautiful portrait photographs in monochrome originally used in a book project by Nils-Aslak Valkeapää [known as Áillohaš]. He was informed that they were from a photograph library at the Musée de L’Homme in Paris. Puranen visited the library and found a number of photographs, mainly portrait studies, taken in 1884 during Prince Roland Bonaparte’s expedition to the Sámi regions in the north. The images were taken by a French photographer by the name of G. Roche. Puranen photographed a selection of the portraits and mounted them on acrylic plates. He took them back to the landscape in which they were originally taken and arranged them as installations he photographed. The installations may be perceived as an attempt to relocate cultural elements from the past back to the present, and a transgression of time and space. The project was also presented in book form.” (Perspektivet Museum, Tromsø)
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The book project shown to Puranen by Áillohaš was his seminal work Beaivi, Áhčážan (The Sun, My Father) (1988), a vast collection of his poems accompanied by images, photographs and illustrations as well as a recorded reading of the work in Sámi accompanied by joiks, music and nature sounds. The work established Áillohaš as one of the top Sámi artists of modern times and is regarded as being at the forefront of reviving mainstream interest in Sámi culture and music. Beaivi, Áhčážan won the Nordic Council’s Literature Prize in 1991. The multidisciplinary epic is a wholesome journey of sight and sound in which the artist takes on an almost shamanistic role of storyteller. However, only the original Sámi version of the book includes these images and illustrations, with the English and Finnish translations bearing only plain text. Áillohaš himself was deliberate in this paring down of the translated versions, knowing many nuances of language and history would be lost on those not proficient in the Sámi language or tradition: “The poet has himself repressed this complexity in the translations, which do not include the photographic images and are not accompanied by the literal soundtrack. According to the poet, the photographs are intended exclusively for the Sámi — for the exclusive use of the Sámi family (Hirvonen, "Aurinko", 38)” [Dana, p.21]. Indeed, he did not approve of the original use of the Bonaparte expedition’s photographs, or the artefacts the Prince collected to take back to France, including a govadas drum. This resentment can be seen in the final pages of Beaivi, Áhčážan: “Image 564 of a Sámi skeleton in a coffin from the Ethnographic Museum at the University of Oslo, the blurred and darkened sieidi in Image 568, and the curious petroglyphs of humans in Image 571, their arms upraised in surrender or despair or jubilation, emphasize the invasive nature of the Prince's collecting journey to Sápmi in the late 19th century and the ambivalent situation of Sámi culture at the end of the twentieth. “ [ibid. p.30]
Revisiting the photographs by Puranen, which I first encountered in 2011 and enjoyed very much, in the context of this information is an evocative realignment of my own feelings about this work. I find it odd that Puranen, who is not Sámi, still used the ethnographic portraits for his own artistic project, despite the Sámi artist who was kind enough to show them to him (from his own finished artwork) explicitly stating that the reclamation and use of these images should be the right and property of the oppressed Sámi minority alone. Puranen then wanted to reproduce these images as well for his own use. His work Imaginary Homecoming, though no doubt coming from a place of good intentions, echoes of a certain kind of arctic exoticism, or a harkening to a seemingly distant past with some ancient tribe. But is this ‘homecoming’ really his story to tell? The Sámi people are still very much a living culture and nation, with artists, musicians and activists already producing work heavily featuring their historical plight and oppression by Western forces, as well as simply celebrating, preserving and improving their current state through visual and musical mediums.
The summaries and exhibition catalogue entries accompanying Puranen’s shows mostly seem to make it out as though he ‘happened’ to find the old photographs, such as in this entry from the Espoo Museum of Modern Art’s catalogue during his retrospective (which I saw in 2011): “Imaginary Homecoming is a project spanning several years and the result of many twists of fate and work phases. The series’ theme comprises Lapp portraits [Lapp is considered a dated term, which the Museum should know] photographed on glass negatives which Puranen came across in the archives of the Musée de l ‘Homme in Paris.”
However this could be blamed on the museum’s own editing, as Puranen’s own artist statement for the work does not hide the origins of the photographs: “ In the spring of 1988, I visited the Sámi poet Nils-Aslak Valkeapää in Pättikä, near Enontekiö, in Finnish Lapland. He showed me a series of black-and-white photographs, portraits of Sámi people, which he used in his book Beaivi Áhcázan (The Sun My Father). It was obvious to me that these exceptionally beautiful pictures were taken by a skilled portraitist, and I learned that Valkeapää had discovered them in the Musée de L'Homme, Paris. When I happened to be in Paris myself, to satisfy my curiosity, I visited the picture archive at the museum.”
Puranen had been working in Lapland for several decades, and found he recognised some of the names in the glass plates with people he had met in Lapland. I wish he had collaborated with these people during the project, or if he did, that their roles in bringing the project to life would be more highlighted. Puranen does admit that his work is not outwith the discourse of colonialism and power, explaining thus:
“Landscape is always a screen on to which we project different fantasies and perspectives, including historical speculation. Thus landscape can also be likened to a theatre, or a stage. In one sense at least, photography and theatre are similar: both divide people into viewers and actors, reminding us of the divided nature of the world. Just as the curtain divides the audience from the actors, so the camera divides the photographer from the model, and the viewer from the person who is viewed. This instrumentally created distinction between inside and outside lies at the heart of many of the problems of cultural studies, (documentary) photography and power, problems from which my work is by no means exempt. [..]Taking a picture is like a ceremony or a ritual where the photographer struggles to reach beyond the landscape as it appears in its everyday guise. However, although Imaginary Homecoming excavates vanished cultural states, it also seeks to suggest a sort of historical 'counter-memory.' Indeed, this is the aim of Imaginary Homecoming:to offer an alternative way of looking at a landscape and the concomitant facts, which we may know already. In pondering the relation between past and present, instead of merely offering a new explanation for what we may have lost, the black-and-white photographs that make up Imaginary Homecoming try to suggest what we might, perhaps, still find.”
I find Puranen’s work very aesthetically appealing, and went to see his exhibition at EMMA twice, spending ages gazing up at a wall comprising of icy landscapes and arctic expedition scenes in Where Compasses All Go Mad.
I was instantly drawn to this frozen world of tundra and snow, a mysterious part of my country that I have only briefly glimpsed as a tourist, a part of the heritage of where I am from but by no means MY personal heritage. I am a lover of adventure and thrills, of the unknown and unexplored, and a sucker for the romantic. This same longing is echoed in Puranen’s work, especially in the above, where the photographs work together to create a scene of northern voyage that is mainly visual and emotional, but devoid of straight historical fact. Victorian expeditions to the far corners of the world were seen as exotic and wonderful forays into places and times untouched by the sweat and fog of modern industrialism. The same view was not shared by the cultures and nations ‘explored’ by these Princes and Lords (who were often given credit for ‘discovering’ the North Pole, or the Americas - impossible feats without local unnamed guides). The portraits collected by Prince Bonaparte’s expedition were a mark of their time, no doubt valuable to anthropologic study but still reflective of an oppressive and voyeuristic practice.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapää was an artist who was successful in reclaiming these images to create a highly evocative multidisciplinary work not only about his Sámi people, but specifically, FOR Sámi people. This kind of exclusion of Western mainstream audiences creates a juicy tension between the concealment and celebration of his work and culture. The Bonaparte portraits held very deep, and quite painful meaning to Valkeapää and his people. To Puranen, they were “obvious[ly]... exceptionally beautiful pictures”. Áillohaš saw a chance to retrieve what had once been taken, and place it back into the private consumption of his living, breathing people. Puranen, like the museum visitors and collectors in Paris, saw pretty and fascinating photos of a perceived distant culture, which could once more be used in a mainstream context for the enjoyment of Western gallery goers.
Photography, particularly documentary photography, is one of the most fascinating, rewarding and volatile realms of artistic practice. It can cause immense harm as well as immeasurably great visibility and awareness. Documentary photographers and artists from dominant cultures should be aware of how far their invitation to explore and interact with other people and cultures extend. They should strive to collaborate or step down to give the stage to the actual ‘subjects’ of their work whenever possible. They should not use material which has been expressedly claimed (or reclaimed) by the people it once used to hurt. The vast majority of work created about non-mainstream cultures remains wholly outside the realms of their own possible consumption of said work.
Áillohaš created art.
Puranen created beautiful pictures.
Wilma Hurskainen, Meditations (2013-)
The Gorgon’s Tarot by Dolores Fitchie
One of my favourite tarot decks, with large black and white circular cards and a nearly all-female cast of characters and animals.
(c) Tamas Dezso, Notes for an Epilogue
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(c) Theo Cleary
Hellen van Meene, The Years Run Like Rabbits