Showing posts with label Jackson Fine Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jackson Fine Art. Show all posts

4.17.2016

AIPAD 2016 With Photographer Mona Kuhn

AIPAD: Jackson Fine Art #404
Photograph by Mona Kuhn from her Acido Dorado Series
 
AIPAD: Jackson Fine Art #404
Mona Kuhn photographs at Jackson Fine Art
from her Acido Dorado Series, 2014

on her series

AIPAD: FOLEY Gallery #421
Photographer Wyatt Gallery (artwork on the wall) 
with Michael Foley and Mona Kuhn

AIPAD: Kopeikin Gallery #109
Paul Kopeikin with
Carolyn Louise Newhouse
 
AIPAD: ClampArt #108
Julie Grahame and Brian Paul Clamp

AIPAD: Howard Greenberg Gallery ##201
Alex Majou, Scene #0880, Brazzaville, Congo
Scene at a train station, 2013

AIPAD: Flowers Gallery, NY #418
Nadav Kander: Chongqing I, Chongqing Municipality, 2006
 
AIPAD: Monroe Gallery of Photography #104
Vintage PhotoJournalism 
 
AIPAD: Rick Wester Gallery #102
Photographer: Ima Mfon
 

AIPAD: Robert Mann Gallery #409
Photograph Paulette Tavormina

Robert Mann Gallery #409
Photographers Mona Kuhn and Paulette Tavormina

AIPAD: Jackson Fine Art #404
Mona Kuhn at Jackson FineArt. Photographs: Kahn + Selesnick

*AIPAD, PARK AVENUE ARMORY, NY
April 14-17, 2016
*The Association of International Photography Art Dealers

Celebrating its 36th year in 2016, AIPAD was held in Manhattan’s Upper East Side at the Park Avenue Armory. This is a small glimpse into the work from 85 leading international photography art galleries exhibiting. Begin your photography collection here!

11.09.2014

MONA KUHN + STEIDL + PARIS PHOTO: "Private" Book Signing at Paris Photo

Mona Kuhn "PRIVATE"
Monograph Published by Steidl (Nov 2014)

November 15, 2014
"Private" Book Signing at Steidl Booth, ParisPhoto 
Grand Palais, Paris  4PM

"PRIVATE" 
Photograph © Mona Kuhn

"PRIVATE"
Photograph © Mona Kuhn

MONA KUHN + STEIDL + PARIS PHOTO

"“Private” is a personal journey, weaving together the desert beauty with its brutal sense of mortality, understanding mysticism and our place in it." – Mona Kuhn

Mona Kuhn Talks About "PRIVATE"

“Private” is a calm and introspective series; a meditative collection of images I took over a period of 2-years. I entered the heart of the American desert, traveling through the Mojave and Arizona regions, entering for the first time the remote parts of a Navajo reservation, areas close to James Turrel’s Roden Crater. “Private” is a personal journey, weaving together the desert beauty with its brutal sense of mortality, understanding mysticism and our place in it.

I usually start a new series with colors. I knew I wanted a little bit of that golden sand skin tonality. I wanted black as it has a certain sense of mortality. You are constantly testing your endurance in the desert, the limits of how long you can stay out there or how debilitating it is to be at 100 and some degrees. Your system really slows down and you can’t think straight. So the whole series is about our vulnerability in that environment as a metaphor to life.

At the time I was reading T. S. Eliot  “The Waste Land.” There are no direct parallels, but I noticed a certain essence of his poem in the work, like a perfume that stays in the air after someone left.

I wanted to approach what is truly strange, beautiful and disorienting about the desert. Aside from vast landscapes and intimate nudes, for the first time I also photographed a few desert animals as metaphors. I was intrigued by their mysticism, like desert shamans, they have an instinct of their own. They know well their place and function in that vast space. Like the California pale moths that fly into the light. Or a black widow tattooed on a woman’s hand. I photographed a majestic black condor, then I photographed a Nephila’s golden spider web. Animals seem to understand nature's balance and survive better than humans in the desert.   

I met a lot of people who moved to the desert because they want to escape or get “off the grid”. But the desert is not for the weak of the heart. It offers an alluring American sense of freedom, but its harsh reality does not cease to remind us of our own limitations. It is shocking to face one’s own mortality. Lee Friedlander once said: “The desert is a wonderful, awful, seductive, alluring stage on which to be acting out the photography game.”

One of the homes I stayed in was built on top of this slanted rock formation. Underneath that slanted rock, there was a large shaded open area, like the shape of a mouth half open. A perfect habitat for rattlesnakes.  This guy had dozens of stretched rattlesnake skins stapled on plywood board to dry out, all over the place.  Hundreds of snakes live right under his rock foundation.  I arrived at places and entered homes I could have never imagined before. But at the same time, being who I am, I wasn’t going to photograph the desert like “Breaking Bad.” I wanted to photograph the desert with a certain human element to relate to the beauty and the harshness. So there is a lot more landscape in this series than most.

The light is incredibly sharp; it contracts the pupils into tiny dots, making views of crystal clarity in which light and land are one. At times, I would photograph just the light by itself, its abstractions, bright sunlight and the graphic dark shadows - it had a powerful and minimal feel to it. 

I photographed some people along the way, at times in their homes. Most homes I have been inside had their curtains closed. People get tired of the heat, you start feeling the weight of light, it becomes heavy. You go into people’s homes and all shades are down. Some of the desert people I met prefer to live in darkness. 

You can easily loose the sense of scale in the desert.

In 1930’s, Georgia O’Keefe would often refer to what she called the “Faraway Nearby”.  I photographed what seemed to have a force and scale of its own, that being macro or micro.

One of these beautiful places was Grand Falls in a Navajo Reserve in Arizona.  It is a larger than life multilayered waterfall system. But the water is not clear; the water carries this monochromatic sand-like tonalities with it. It looks like a waterfall of skin tones.  There, water and skin become one.

On the opposite scale, I found a little spring flower that was so frail. It’s very delicate image shot from above.  T.S. Elliot would say that Spring season lasts only one day in the desert.  The Spring flower rises in the morning and dies at night. 

Along a similar scale curiously I shot from the computer screen an image of California City, a planned but unrealized urban development.  The roads marked out in the dust for a civilization that never really came, seen from a camera orbiting miles above the desert.   Like ruins in reverse.

November 13-16, 2014
Private, solo booth at Jackson Fine Art, ParisPhoto
Grand Palais, Paris

November 15, 2014
Private Book Signing at Steidl Booth, ParisPhoto 
Grand Palais, Paris  4PM