“Each has his own happiness in his hands, as the artist handles the rude clay he seeks to reshape it into a figure; yet it is the same with this art as with all others: only the capacity for it is innate; the art itself must be learned and painstaking.”
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
I am fortunate enough to be taking a class with Amy Arbus over the next ten weeks at ICP (International Center of Photography) called the “The Fleeting Moment: Moving Portraits.”
Our assignment this week is to make portraits of “someone moving in water.” At first glance in New York City in January, perhaps not so easy. But people have lots of ways to move in water beyond the bathtub and the lake/ocean/stream. One way that occurred to me involves my good friend Susan. She and her husband Peter own two restaurants in the city, Back Forty and Back Forty West. Before they closed it after a 20 year run, they owned the renowned Savoy. Susan, who when I first met her was a wonderful baker (and still is), is also a remarkable potter. Yesterday, I visited her in her studio and shot her working for about two hours.
Ceramics produces objects. Tangible objects that you can touch and smell and even taste if you like. Once upon a time, photography did this as well. It still does, I doubt the photographic print will ever entirely vanish, but much of photography is now pixels. The art is expressing itself in a different way. This makes sense to me as photography is one of the youngest of the arts and is still really in its tween years (at best) and is still finding out who and what it is. Pottery is a grandmother or grandfather, indeed as one of the oldest of the arts a great- grand. It changes and develops but is more settled.
Anyway, an object for your consideration. Please also notice the remarkable hands. I recorded them. Susan made them.
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