Color

August 24, 2022


Two of my photographs have been accepted in a juried exhibition entitled "Color" at the PhotoPlace Gallery in Middlebury, VT: "Nooks Hill Road at First Light" (2014), above, and "Iced Over" (2014), below.  The juror is photographer Jeff Cutro, professor emeritus of photography at College of DuPage in Glen Ellyn, Illinois. The exhibition runs from August 25, 2022 to September 23, 2022.

 


Chiaroscuro

July 31, 2022

"Attic Treasures" by Eric Rennie

My photograph, "Attic Treasures," is one of 30 images appearing in an international juried competition entitled Chiaroscuro at the Chateau Gallery in Louisville, KY.  The online exhibit runs from August 1, 2022 to September 1, 2022.  The images were selected from among 450 submitted by artists in 17 countries.  The term "chiaroscuro" is derived from the Italian words chiaro (meaning “clear” or “bright”) and scuro (meaning “obscure”' or “dark.”  It is a technique artists use to heighten the drama of a particular subject with contrasting light and shadow.

My photograph was taken in the attic of a farmhouse that had once belonged to my grandfather and that had remained in the family for more than a century.  This was "found art" in the truest sense, since I had come upon a collection of sea shells arrayed on an old steamer trunk.  There are times, like this one, when you come away feeling you have done nothing to deserve the shot you got.  As the photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson once admitted, “Of course it’s all luck." 
 
     


A World Without Names

July 14, 2022

To pull the blinds of habit from the eyes, to see the world without names for the first time, to wonder at every age and stage, at one with it – to be alive.                 
                                                                                              -- Alastair Reid

 

The Lord is is in his holy temple, let all earth keep silence before him.(Habakkuk 2:20)

When I took early retirement some years ago, I decided to switch brains.  For 30 years, I had earned my living as a public affairs and government relations executive at a big insurance company in Hartford, jobs that called upon verbal and cognitive functions mostly domiciled in the left hemisphere of my brain. In retirement I became a fine arts photographer, drawing upon visual and creative functions originating in the brain’s right hemisphere.  

The notion of switching brains is a gross oversimplification, of course. We don’t normally operate with half a brain; indeed, I am a writer as well as a visual artist, which brings both hemispheres of the brain into play. Nevertheless, I find that when I look through the lens of a camera, my visual cortex predominates.  It is no longer a coherent world of objects in a particular time and place but nameless shapes, patterns, colors, the play of light and shadow on a wall.  “To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees,” the poet Paul Valéry said. Once we put words to it, we are in the realm of thinking, not seeing. 

I have gotten particular insight into the interplay of left and right hemispheres from another writer and photographer, Quintan Ana Wikswo, who suffers from temporal lobe epilepsy as a result of a traumatic brain injury.  “I have synesthesia,” she explained.  “The two hemispheres are intimately linked, and I like to imagine the intricate fireworks in the cerebral cortex as the two chemically instigate perceptual miracles.”  She recalled one seizure when her language processing was shut down altogether for several months: “… within hours, my visual cortex had become tremendously amplified and colors, shapes, and patterns came alive with a ferocious intensity.”  She added, “I write stories when my visual processing is impaired, and make photographs when I lose the capacity for language.” 

Writing and photography are not an either/or proposition for me.  Nevertheless, I find it both useful and illuminating to be able on occasion to experience the world when it is unfettered by language.  Language turns the world into a gigantic jigsaw puzzle, with all the pieces carefully labeled.  Even if our left brains assemble the pieces into a coherent picture, it's not the underlying reality we see but a pattern of puzzle pieces.  As the philosopher Owen Barfield has expressed it, “The perceptual world comes over its horizon already organized.”  In effect, we have remade the world with our words and don’t even realize it.    

"The world is presented in a kaleidoscopic flux of impressions which has to be organized by our minds -- and this means largely by the linguistic systems in our minds," wrote the linguist Benjamin Whorf.  "We cut nature up, organize it in this way, largely because we are parties to an agreement to organize it in this way -- an agreement that holds throughout our speech community and is codified in the patterns of our language.”  Our most basic concepts about the world -- of time and space, self and other -- are learned at our mother's knee.  These are not phenomena of nature but constructs of the mind.

Jill Bolte Taylor suffered a massive stroke in 1996 that shut down the left hemisphere of her brain, much like what happened to Quintan Ana Wikswo when she experienced an epileptic seizure.  All interior chatter ceased, and Taylor lost any sense of bodily separation from her surroundings.  As a Harvard-trained neuroanatomist, she understood exactly what had happened to her.   Yet she characterized her experience as a spiritual awakening, likening herself to “a genie liberated from its bottle.” Never very religious, Taylor did not suddenly get religion, at least not in any conventional sense.  As she put it, “Religion is a story that the left brain tells the right brain.” It is not a story that the right brain can express in words, nor is it a story that the left brain can understand except in words.  So where do the words of the story actually originate?

To answer that, we might look to our culture’s founding myth, the creation story in the Book of Genesis. In the beginning, so the story goes, there was not nothing at all but an earth that was “without form and void” — what Helen Keller once described as the “no world” of her original blind, deaf and dumb state, a world of sensation without meaning.  It is also a fair description of the world as it might appear to the right hemisphere of the brain, a world without names.  

Then sound emerges from silence. The first words are uttered: “Let there be light,”  and light emerges from darkness.  Each act of creation in the first chapter of Genesis begins with an utterance.  God’s words give shape to creation, separating light from darkness, firmament from waters and waters from dry land.  Stated another way: Before there are worlds there are words, everything literally called into being.  And last of all the man made from the dust of the ground in God’s image and given power to name all the other creatures.  You might say that the right hemisphere of God’s brain begets the left hemisphere. 

The creation story ends when Adam and Eve are expelled from paradise for their disobedience.  An angel with a flaming sword is stationed at the gates of Eden, so there can no retracing one’s steps back to God.   We now experience the world predominantly through the left hemisphere of the brain, where we can know everything about God without really knowing God at all.  God has become mere religion, a story the left brain tells the right brain. We try to put names to the Nameless One and wonder why we can never quite get the puzzle pieces to fit. 


Frozen Light

June 15, 2022

I have seized the light. I have arrested its flight.
 – Louis Daguerre 


Artists since the Renaissance had used a tool called the camera obscura as an aid to drawing a scene with proper perspective.  The camera obscura is a box-like device with an aperture or lens on one end that projects an external scene onto a piece of paper or other flat surface.  A successful diorama painter named Louis Daguerre found the device useful in laying out giant canvasses measuring as much as 70 feet by 45 feet. Daguerre had the inspiration to wed the camera obscura to earlier technology developed by Isadore Niepce that captured an image and preserved it with chemicals on a polished metal surface.  The result was the first practical form of photography, known as the daguerrotype after its inventor.

As sometimes happens, Daguerre’s invention was so radically new that he was unable to interest investors in it.  Fortunately, Daguerre won backing from the secretary of the French Academy of Sciences, François Arago, who arranged for the initial display of daguerreotypes on January 9,1839.  The first reports of Daguerre’s invention did not hold back, trumpeting that it “disconcerts all the theories of science in light and optics.” 

The announcement in The Literary Gazette; and Journal of the Belles Lettres, Arts, Sciences, &c.noted, “M. Daguerre has discovered a method to fix the images which are represented at the back of a camera obscura; so that these images are not the temporary reflection of the object, but their fixed and durable impress, which may be removed from the presence of those objects like a picture or an engraving.”

The reason photography “disconcerts all the theories of light and optics” is that it appeared to halt time and motion in their tracks.  Upon closer inspection, however, this turned out not to be the case.   The initial announcement in the Literary Gazette acknowledged that “nature in motion cannot be represented, or at least not without great difficulty.”  Initial exposure times were about three minutes — far too slow to capture most movement.  Early photographs of crowded city streets appeared nearly empty, because the daguerreotypes were incapable of registering moving figures.

Early improvements in photography were aimed at reducing exposure times and capturing motion, thereby stopping time.  When faster exposures finally allowed photographers to take in busy street scenes, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. was astonished by the awkward poses of pedestrians caught in mid-stride. “Is motion but a succession of rests?” he wondered. “Motion is as rigid as marble, if you only take a wink's worth of it at a time.” By the 1870s, landscape photographer Eadweard Muybridge used a high-speed shutter he had invented himself to prove that all four hooves of a galloping horse left the ground at the same time — something too fast for the human eye to follow.  

In the 1930s, MIT electrical engineering professor Harold Edgerton pioneered the use of a stroboscopic flash synchronized with a high-speed camera to capture motion that was otherwise too rapid to be detected by the human eye: a .30 caliber bullet passing through an apple at 2,800 feet per second, a hummingbird’s wings in flight, a balloon bursting, an arrow flying from an archer’s bow at the moment of release.  As his pièce de résistance, Edgerton and his colleagues photographed a nuclear explosion at the instant of its detonation, using specially designed equipment that had no mechanical shutter, enabling them to take exposures as brief as one ten-millionth of a second.  Life Magazine, which had printed many of Edgerton’s photos, hailed him as “the man who stopped time.”

Why was the early development of photography so intent on stopping time?  Apart from certain scientific and documentary purposes, such a preoccupation would hardly explain the hundreds of millions of photographs posted every day on Facebook, Instagram and other social media.  Or would it? 

I doubt people give much thought to what they are doing when they take a picture.  They are looking for a keepsake, a reminder of happy times: an evening out with friends, a church picnic, a meal at a fancy restaurant, a new addition to the family, a wedding or a baptism.  By holding their cellphones at arm’s lengthand turning it around, they can place themselves at the scene.  Now, with the push of a button, an event that would otherwise be lost in the slipstream of time is preserved forever.  For that moment, at least, time no longer holds sway.

The earliest daguerreotypes necessarily depicted inanimate objects, because they were incapable of recording motion. Soon enough, however, they found a use as one-of-a-kind portraits. (There was no negative, so no copies could be made.)  As it happened, the first such image was taken by a Philadelphia chemist named Robert Cornelius, who removed the cap from his camera and jumped in front of it, holding still for one minute before covering the lens again.  In effect, the first photographic portrait was a selfie.

Until then, portraiture had been a costly adornment of the privileged few.  Now, as Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. marveled, this “mirror with a memory” enabled even the common man to achieve a kind of immortality.  “It is hardly too much to say, that those whom we love no longer leave us in dying, as they did of old,” he wrote.  “They remain with us just as they appeared in life; they look down upon us from our walls; they lie upon our tables; they rest upon our bosoms; nay, if we will, we may wear their portraits, like signet-rings, upon our fingers….How these shadows last, and how their originals fade away!”

Anatomically modern humans have been around for some 12,000 generations, and for most of that time they have come and gone without a trace.  Yet as soon as they were capable of abstract representation, they began leaving their imprint on the world, as if to say, “Here I am.”  One such representation is the stenciled outline of a human hand found on the Peche Merle cave in southern France, dating from about 25,000 years ago.  Similar stenciled hands or handprints are found on cave walls all over the world.

Is the impulse to leave a little piece of yourself on a cave wall any different from a selfie posted on Facebook? Culture critic Susan Sontag complained in On Photography (1977) that “to take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality.”  But that is true only in retrospect, when perhaps we look back on an image of a person in the full flower of youth now sadly departed.  However, photographs are “once, forever,” to borrow a phrase from the photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson.  They are taken in the moment and of the moment, hoping to preserve some small impression of that moment forever and thereby to achieve a kind of immortality.    


With Your Own Eyes

May 19, 2022

"Parking Garage Roof at Night" by Eric Rennie

Years ago I took a night photography course in New Haven.  We made a field trip to the roof of a parking garage that offered panoramic views of the city after dark. Since it was after hours, there were only a handful of cars on the top level.  I was so absorbed in taking pictures that it was a while before I realized there were no other students anywhere nearby, even though there were spectacular views in every direction. I looked back to the far end of the garage and saw that my fellow students were all clustered around the teacher. Weren’t we supposed to spread out? I wondered how they would ever learn to take decent pictures if they were content to see the world through someone else’s eyes.  I may not have realized it at the time, but I was already on my way to becoming a real photographer.

“Insist on yourself; never imitate,” Ralph Waldo Emerson advised in his essay, “Self Reliance.” He exhorted, “Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous half possession.”  Of course, young people don’t have much life experience and are still searching for their own vision and their own voice.  But I didn’t take up photography until later in life and just needed the technical skills to capture what I saw — enough of a challenge in itself.

Emerson, of course, could never be accused of following in anyone else’s footsteps.  “Thou art a law unto thyself,” he wrote in his poem, “Gnothi Seauton” — a sentiment that was bound to provoke trouble if you were a clergyman, which Emerson was early in his career. Invited to address the graduating class of the Harvard Divinity School in 1838, he complained that we “worship in the dead forms of our forefathers.”  He insisted, “We need direct access to the divine instead of the second-hand religion taught in the churches.  God is in the beauty of nature around us and in the moral law within ourselves.”  Not surprisingly, it would be another 30 years before Emerson was welcomed back to Harvard. 

From the first, Emerson insisted on seeing things with his own eyes in the most literal sense.  In Nature, his first published work, he recalled walking across a common:

Standing on the bare ground - my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, - all mean egoism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am a part or particle of God.

Needless to say, once you know yourself to be a part or particle of God, you are going to have trouble seeing things any other way. “Our age is retrospective,” Emerson complained in the opening paragraph of Nature.  “It builds the sepulchers of the fathers.”  He continued in this vein: “The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes.”  Emerson, of course, came along before cameras were invented.  But in his insistence on seeing things through his own eyes, he might have made a good photographer. 

 

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