Sloppy At The End

The following article from the BBC news site––about pig farming, murder, and disposing of bodies––seems like a great (albeit somewhat sickening) read in its own right. But somehow the story also reminded me of the current art gallery lingo that distinguishes between pure “artists working in a lens based medium” (even if they drive to their shoots in Ferraris) and others who dirty their hands and stain their souls with “commercial” [sic] photography. It may not be immediately apparent what triggers recollection here, and admittedly, the various analogies which I have in mind are somewhat vague. When in the classic movie Harry describes his and Sally’s newly difficult relationship––friends becoming lovers, remember––with reference to the aging of dogs, she understandably asks ‘And who’s supposed to be the dog in this scenario?’ Along these lines, you might wonder, who in the world of photographers and gallery owners is supposed to be the pig farmer and the mass murderer? The chain of associations must remain vague. But one thing seems clear: The artist-photographer who turns out to have done commercial work is like the killer who buried his bodies, and let’s hope it was less than 50 commercial jobs he did! Or, alternatively, let’s hope that he doesn’t get sloppy at the end, so that the bodies never turn up.

Copyright 2004 Jens Haas

Hence, again, a disclaimer: I do not quote the following piece here because of a newfound interest in agriculture––certainly not in the literal sense. From the BBC news section, Pig Farmer ‘Planned More Murders’:

“Canadian murder suspect Robert Pickton admitted he had killed 49 women and eventually wanted to murder 75, an undercover policeman has testified.

Mr Pickton is alleged to have made the comments in a prison cell conversation with the agent after his 2002 arrest. The 57-year-old pig farmer is accused of murdering 26 women – all prostitutes and drug addicts – who disappeared over a period of more than a decade. He is initially being tried for six murders. He has pleaded not guilty.

The undercover officer, who cannot be named in accordance with a court order, was testifying before the jury was played a videotape of the secretly filmed conversation. He says he won Mr Pickton’s confidence when he shared a cell with him in February 2002, posing as a man facing attempted murder charges.

The officer told the court that Mr Pickton indicated first with hand gestures that he had killed 49 women and wanted to kill one more – holding up five digits and making a zero with his other hand. At that point the officer allegedly asked “50?” and Mr Pickton replied: “I was going to do one more – make it an even 50.” The officer said Mr Pickton later told him that once he reached a total of 50 victims he planned to take a break then kill another 25.

The officer testified that when the pig farmer returned to his cell after 11 hours of police interrogation, Mr Pickton boasted that he had killed more people than US killer Gary Ridgeway, the so-called Green River killer – who in 2003 admitted killing 48 prostitutes. “They never seen anything like this before,” Mr Pickton said, adding that he was “bigger than the Green River”. The officer testified that Mr Pickton said “his only problem was that he got sloppy at the end”.

Mr Pickton was also accused of indicating that he had used a meat rendering plant to dispose of some of the bodies. The officer said he suggested that the sea was a good place to dispose of a body. “I did better than that,” Mr Pickton allegedly responded. “Rendering plant.”

Prosecutors say Mr Pickton butchered the women after he killed them and disposed of the remains on his pig farm outside Vancouver. Police investigators spent months sifting through the farm collecting evidence. During their opening statements prosecuting lawyers said the police believed he got rid of the women’s bodies by feeding them to his pigs.

A judge decided to split the case in two because the volume of forensic evidence collected from Mr Pickton’s pig farm could have overwhelmed the jury.”

It’s Not Personal, It’s Business: The Mountain Project

I find it interesting what gallery owners think will work on the walls of their clients. After all, this is a highly commercial business. Once the buyer has realized that the large format print of the toothless mouth of some artists’ grandmother looks so 1994—especially when the image was made in 2005—this buyer may not come back. Then perhaps rather the corpse of the Taliban fighter? Or would you rather not have it in your living room, now that there are newer wars, with a different aesthetic, and Uptown dinner conversations have moved on to new topics? Photojournalism, albeit often a lot more relevant and substantial than the results of the self-exploratory approach, seems to remain an odd bet in the art gallery venue, even with the current spike of war and conflict as a “cultural phenomenon”. And of course photojournalism has made its entrance into the art galleries mainly because many traditional outlets for photojournalism are now practically extinct, and not because there was a genuine market for photojournalism in the art world in the first place.

Copyright 2007 Jens Haas

I have my own views on what makes sense to be hanged on a wall. And, although naive, self-absorbed art is not likely to go away, I like that some people have started to question its current dominance. I certainly don’t want to make a case here for some grandiose “high art”, which I think is dead for good. Rather for a stance along the lines of American low-life writer Charles Bukowski, that “[good] fiction is an improvement on life”. For example, the impact that can be created by an almost archaeological project in the streets of New York City works for me. I prefer it to a series of photos of what my distant aunt in some provincial village looks like in her absurd living-room (I’d also prefer a Rothko to a e.g. Picasso’s Guernica in my own surroundings). If this makes me superficial, superficial is exactly what I want to be! But Chelsea gallery owners beware: I’ve been showing around business people from Europe in your places quite a bit, people with a keen interest in the arts and substantial amounts of money to spend, and I’m continually amazed about how alert to any sort of self-referential art gallery drivel these kinds of buyers are. Maybe it is the curse (and the hope) of the art world that it has become very commercialized, and now has to deal with a very astute business clientele on *their* turf.

Copyright 2007 Jens Haas

The stern images from the new series from the Alps are very closely related to my Manhattan Project. Obviously it is another “surface” project with, I hope, some depth to it. The scale is vastly different: I’d say that, on average, I’m 500 to 1000 times closer to the subject in the Manhattan Project, compared to this latest series. But visually I find the results strikingly similar (I am of course someone who also is fascinated by the fact that the smallest particles seen through an electron microscope and the largest clusters of stars seen through the biggest telescope can look strikingly similar). Both series are made from images of subjects that combine many layers of time in one single surface. Both series make references to modern painters that I like (by “modern” I mean 20th century). And both series work well if hanged on a wall. Before I proceed with a project, I always show early samples to people I know well and who I trust enough that, if they shot a project down, I wouldn’t hang on to it. This one is being greeted with enthusiasm, and one viewer of the first large format prints from it summed it up for me: “I want to build a giant house where I can live with these prints around me”. That’s how I see these myself, and that’s of course the only thing that counts for me anyway: After all, this is not business, this is personal.

Copyright 2007 Jens Haas

Image galleries displaying the current status of The Mountain Project and The Manhattan Project are here, and two movies here. The inevitable Nietzschean e-card, amongst others, here.

Speaking Of Peripherals II

I do appreciate any flash of genius in the vast, dark universe of image licensing, and last week there was one, in the form of the following quote from the Dan Heller blog (via Andy Goetze), on the second largest picture agency, Corbis (privately owned by Bill Gates): “[…] Corbis say their main asset is their vast number of images. This makes as much sense as selling snow to an Eskimo […] Folks, it’s snowing in PhotoLand, and those of you who sell snow need another way to put it to use.” The question raised in that entry, whether Corbis is currently profitable after almost two decades of continual losses, is indeed worth asking. It reminds me of an encounter with a Corbis employee several years ago who, after she had finally finished a mundane task in an incredibly erratic and inefficient way, justified her approach with this great line: “Don’t worry, Bill Gates’ wallet is big enough for that.” She said it with such casual confidence as if everybody in the company was using the line at least ten times a day…