Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Monday, June 15, 2020
It won't always be this way.
|Larry Wolf, Sonya Wein (1970s print/scanned 2020)|
My mother attributes this to her mother, Sonya Wein. "It won't always be this way." We interpret this as a wry comment about being present regardless of what is happening. Make the most of this moment. Good things will end. Bad things will end. Who's to say which is which?
Sonya was born somewhere in Russia. As a child, she escaped the anti-Jewish pogroms in the early 1900s with her family, eventually arriving in New York City. All she would say about their escape was the need to keep quiet so as not to be discovered.
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
This week, a short statement, a long list of influences, and five images as summary of my work in this class.
|Larry Wolf, Looking Inward w5p1 (2020)|
Looking closely at my aging body. How I am in the world and in my life. Falling apart and holding together. Being surprised by what I see.
Shadow, Darkness, Radiance, Luminous Emptiness, Visually Crisp.
A dialog of classic portraits with those that are more abstract.
Influences - Older (Male) Bodies - A Queer Gaze
Lucian Freud - Self Portraits ... class presentation 2020-05-26
Saturday, June 6, 2020
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Here are the images for this week. Looking at myself.
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p1 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p2 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p3 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p4 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p5 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p6 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p7 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p8 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p9 (2020)|
|Larry Wolf, Looking w4p10 (2020)|
Learning About Myself - Observation and Aspiration
I am willing, even eager, to come close to the camera, to use a macro lens and photograph details. And yet, I introduce blur or intentionally defocus the image, hiding in plain sight, hiding in the details, or hiding the details. Creating “art” while seeking personal authenticity.
Lost in detail, I find an engaging abstraction, my body as landscape - the rounded hills and valleys of my hairy chest, the wheat fields of my bearded cheek.
A distinctly white male body, unremarkable, intended to not attract attention, yet, somehow, to be noticed, privilege embodied.. Clean. Groomed. Respectable. Distinguished older gentleman. And.. disappearing.. into abstraction and into ordinaryness.
|Larry Wolf (2020)|
I compartmentalize and hide the chaos and confusion that a wider view would show: piles of books, photographs, drawings, camera, tripod, electronics - symbolic and utilitarian objects - a vast sea of the many streams of thought and work.
From that swirl of activity, I focus on the aging of this body. Though still very much alive, no longer in the radiance of youth, a different radiance is evident.
|Larry Wolf (2020)|
I have lived decades in the utopian hope that it gets better, that now feels so false. I have abandoned the spiritual tradition of my ancestors and the meditative ones I chose. Now, to be open, questioning, curious, while creating. There are no answers, only the illusion of knowing.
My past contributions have felt both substantial and irrelevant given the large context of a violent society, the limits of my (and anyone's) knowledge, wisdom, power to act, and the essential unpredictability of the world.
The only certainty is that we will die, each of us, every one. … Personal losses, lovers, parents, teachers, sacred places. Parts of me, of my history, have died, and others survive. The parts that have been repaired, the parts that are still broken, and the parts that are yet to break.
I make peace in tiny pockets of sanity and beauty. I find healing in small repairs and replacements. I want a way forward to a remembered joyfulness of being. To embrace the pain, the fear, the tears, the storms, and to open to a deeper appreciation of warmth, compassion and nurturing. Buddhists call it luminous emptiness. What do I experience?