Featured: Erin Geideman

Erin Geideman's I Can See Right Through You

"On August 20th, 2010 my best friend Ian was shot in the stomach on the stoop of his brother’s apartment building. The ramifications of that night created lasting impressions on all parties involved. I photographed Ian and his family for four years as I watched them gradually grow apart, fighting circumstances and personal traumas that have rendered them depressed but not hopeless. I have created a family album laden with themes of intimacy, alienation, and pain."

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Featured: Joseph Webb

Some of these photos are staged. Some of these photos are documentation of the world as I have found it. The common thread running through them is my fetishistic attachment to the type of voyeurism that photography cultivates in the photographer. Unlike every other art form, making analog photographs requires that the artist, or at least his camera, be present in the same space at the same time as the subject. There is no hearsay in photography. Even the staged photograph documents a scene that existed in a tactile form in front of the lens. Photography lets me push reality and fiction much closer together than any other medium. Most importantly, each negative acts as a document that offers some material proof of my voyeuristic activities.

All of the images in this series, and in my photography more generally, try to evoke a sense of unease, like the viewer is trespassing to see something banal in an unflattering or tense context. My aesthetic and conceptual concerns have been very much influenced by artists like David Lynch and Todd Hido. Lynch speaks to me in a  particularly strong way, because he has always been so successful in showing what dark things lie just beneath the calm surface of banality.

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Featured: Clifford King

I went South this fall; to the state of Louisiana. Hoping to familiarize myself with the black side of my family. Of course glad to see family members, but more eager to be apart of their routine and dive into the culture that is part of me, but has been absent in my upbringing and daily life. For me; it was important to understand my family, in order to understand my identity.

Talking with my grandmother about her dreams and shooting her ex-husband in the arm. Politely nodding my head at my aunt after an hour long conversation about God. Giving my uncle Fig Newton's because he can no longer walk. Not only was this experience inspiring, but joyful. These people have been absent from my life for years, but they have made me feel loved and understood despite our coastal and cultural distances.  

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