Sean Thackrey :: Wine Maker

Sean Thackrey :: Wine Maker

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

I think it's important to note that the photographs posted here have only one purpose, which is to let me preview which individual images might succeed online well enough, or not well enough - since "well enough" is the best I can hope for - to give me some guidance in deciding which to include in setting up a website devoted to my photography. 

This means posting examples from wildly heterogeneous aspects of my work; self-evidently, the result is a hodge-podge of wildly conflicting if not mutually canceling styles and atmospheres that I would never  agree to display in the same room, for example, unless held at gunpoint.

I apologize for this, since I am not currently held at gunpoint; but I thought I should at least mention the reason for such a confusion of forms, & since almost no one knows of the existence of this site to begin with, hopefully the few that do will be able to recognize the problem easily enough & be able to see around it to some degree.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Much of my most recent work has arisen in Venice, and this is an example. One might well ask what it "represents": an Istrian stone up for replacement on the Palazzo Zen in Cannaregio, or is it closer to representing its effect on my soul, which is far more like, say, the crumbling flesh and sense of loss of an antique Greek torso…

Another from the same series, on the mysteries of water...

(click to enlarge to full screen)

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Since I'm briefly on leave from the winery, I'm working on a separate website devoted to my lifetime of work in photography; what follows is the current draft of my introduction to that site:

I suppose it should be difficult to explain why, for nearly 60 years, I have worked steadily at photography as an expressive and purely personal art, but have worked entirely in seclusion, without making any effort to exhibit the results.

The answer, which in fact is less difficult to express than it may be to understand, is that my photography is for me a matter of life and death, as is so often true of certain artists in almost any medium. A successful work is a resolution to a question that otherwise has none, since it cannot be asked in any other way; so the necessity to me of my work has always been the need to achieve such a resolution, one image, one realization, at a time. 

Thus if the title that appeals to me for my work as a whole is "ernste Musik", music meant in earnest, the German for what English so coldly terms "classical" music, my work's great importance in my life may indicate why this is so. But mine is hardly the only such music, and it's hardly as though it's only my own music that affects me so strongly; in fact my own work would not exist - which is to say that I would have had no notion of its possibility - were it not for the profound influence on me of that unbroken chain of great work in all media stretching back through the millenia to the caves of Lascaux and Chauvet, which continues to this day to be my constant reference and inspiration.

The corollary to being given so much is to give back what I can, and to begin that attempt is the purpose of this site. If these works did not move me, they would not exist; so, they might have real meaning to others as well, and that would please me greatly. 

But its not clear a website can do this. 

Because, in the same sense that "meaning" in abstract painting is generated as a consequence of the realization that what one is looking at in painting, is paint, not a window, it is true that "meaning" in most of my own work is likewise based on just what's right there as marks on a particular piece of paper, and is thus in this respect far closer to modern painting than to nearly all modern photography.

Such "meaning" is assembled uniquely each time anew from the infinite particles of meaning we have painstakingly and indvidually evolved over a lifetime in making sense, literally, from the optical chaos into which we each were born; it uses that evolved particulate language of making sense from what is seen, and thus of all visual meaning, to express something, however complex, not representational of anything but itself.

But of course "itself" is its physical embodiment, and any change in its physicality changes its meaning. Most photography, and some of mine, survives this translation easily enough; Cartier-Bresson, as an obvious example, placed little value on the details of his prints and his images can be seen across a variety of media and remain essentially intact. 

Of most of mine, and of all my recent work, that simply isn't true. A photograph whose meaning is embodied in the particularities of its physical presence as a pigment print on rag paper 24" x 40" will have that meaning always radically changed, never improved, and often lost entirely when translated to pixels on a computer screen.

Still, something often jumps that divide, hopefully often enough to awaken an interest in seeing the real thing; & what I'm really doing here is based on that thought.  After all, I was an art dealer for 25 years, and a specialist in photographs, so I'm comfortable in that world, and I'd like to move my work out into it now, so that the real thing can be seen as it really is; if this site helps accomplish that, while providing pleasures of its own in the meanwhile, it will have done everything I could have wanted from it.