PHOTOGRAPHERS: Andres Serrano |
Why is everybody so angry with Andres
Serrano?
Because he made this picture?
It's actually quite beautiful - the golden-red light, the soft shadows,
and the sorrow of Jesus' hanging head.
One can hardly attack Serrano for not being an capable artist. His
images is (as with Mapplethorpe) technically perfect, razor-sharp, with
deep, saturated colours. He takes slides on medium-format cameras, and
makes cibachromes which simply put are slides copied to paper, with
a specific technique. They are huge, and mostly studio pictures (again,
like Mapplethorpe), even if Serrano has series from Europe (Prague, IIRC),
and "The Morgue", which are taken, well in the morgue, and thus out of
the studio, if not outdoors.
Serrano has worked with fluids for a long time. He started with Mondrianesque
compositions of plexiglass containers filled with cows' blood or
milk, the containers shaped like crosses or circles. Then he discovered
the magic of immersion . He placed statues and figures in containers, filled
them with water, and photographed them with nice soft light, and the tiny
air bubbles covering the figurines, mostly religious characters; Jesus
and the diciples etc. What many people find hard to believe is that Serrano
is a catholic, but his pictures of crucifixes and Biblical figures is always
beautiful .Consider the picture "Piss Christ" without the title, and without
worrying about what the liquid was. Had it been called "Christ in Golden
Sunset", the catholic church would have made him their court artist
immediately. Other bodily fluids Serrano use is semen. He has frozen it,
he has mixed it with blood and pressed the mix between glass before photographing
it, and he has photographed it leaving the body the way semen normally
leaves the body..um, see Untitled XIV below. "The Morgue" is pictures of
dead bodies , and the brilliant thing about this series is that the images
is far from as horrible as one would think. Just like "Piss Christ", they
actually have a serene, quiet beauty. The titles is the cause of death,
and we can't help (like with Joel-Peter Witkins pictures) thinking of the
sad events that has led to this person lying here. Terrible, but peaceful.
Ugly, but beautiful. Strange , but familiar. Don't you want to touch the
face of the little girl?
The Pictures |
Some early works
| An article about Serrano exhibiting
in Australia |
Joel-Peter Witkin |
But why, oh, why?
The painter Hieronymus Bosch is mentioned often in the discussion of
Serrano and Witkin. Bosch painted Hell with all its tormented souls, its
demons and its horror. Spanish artist Goya depicted gruesome scenes from
the Spanish war. Käthe Kollwitz drew the suffering, humiliation and
hunger of the poor people that crowded the waiting-room of her doctor husband.
Ah, you say, but that is a different matter alltogether. This was real pain, real people. So? Haven't you been listening? Witkins models are real people too. What troubles you isn't that the pictures are an abuse of them, but of yourself and what you consider ugly or beautiful.
Witkin's pictures is filled with references to art, religion and litterature. Some of his pictures are pastiches over famous works , like "Leda and the Swan", or "Harvest", which is an unsettling homage to Archimboldo's rennaisance painting of a man's head composed only of fruit and vegatables.
The pictures |
Glassman
Mandan Manuel Osorio Mother and Child Pictures from the Afterworld Siamese Twins The Kiss (Le Baiser) Woman breastfeeding an Eel Woman on a Table Woman once a Bird Poet from a Collection of Relics and Ornaments (I owe many of these pictures to the site http://www.dogtech.com/fotografix/) |
"The image exudes torture and pain, but this is not the extent of the
photographer's
ambition for it. He envisions a huge scale; the print will be the largest he can make because he has mapped a grand conception, and, after more than forty years as a photographer, arrived at a place of understanding more lucid than he has ever before achieved. With his vanitas he establishes an erotic territory of majestic sacrifice and sacrament, the meaning of which, for him, lies somewhere between the unspeakable suffering of the crucified Christ and that of the Jews under Hitler." Eugenia Parry from her essay in the book "Joel-Peter Witkin: The Bone House" |
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