Wall Stories. By: Caroline Space
First off, Hello! This is my first post with the Threadbare Collective, that I am graciously apart of. Allow me introduce myself. I am Caroline Space a 22 year-old Photographer & student at the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, DC. I moved to Washington, DC in 2009 on a journey to develop my passion and career as a Photographer. I first began to explore photography as a senior in High School, where I attended Boarding School in Kalispell, MT. I always had an adoration for art and creation. My class schedule was always filled with various art classes where I focused mostly on painting and the movement of pigments on canvases. For many of my adolescent years Photography was always a side interest not a driving art force in my life. Finally, my last semester I took and introductory Black & White photography class and something began to ignite slowly. In the fall of 2007 I enrolled into the University of Montana in Missoula as a Fine Art student, my concentration being painting—I wanted to be an Art Therapist, also having an interest in exploring Art as a means of an emotional elixir. However, as I grew to understand my own internal self, I felt void that I couldn’t seem to fill. I became close with a friend who was a major in Photojournalism. We went of various “Photo Excursions”—as we called them—an I felt something begin to grow. At the end of my first semester as a Sophomore I left hoping to explore a new pleasantly nagging curiosity. I moved back to California, where my parents had been living, in search of a destination, so I could move forward. With an unapologetic obsession with the Internet I discovered one day a Boston University program in Washington, DC specializing in Digital Imagery. I quickly pounced on the opportunity and signed up for a yearlong intensive program. This was it; I found what I was looking for. My void had been sealed and I began to flourish. I learned everything I needed to know about operating a camera and with great honors and pride I graduated. After the program concluded I still felt my education was far from completion. With the encouragement of mentors and family I entered Corcoran with endless ambition. A year later, I sit here, still giddy with passion for Photography, I only continue to thrive on color and light I create with my camera. That being said, I have been working on several projects some personal, some career oriented and many school assigned. There is one project in particular I have favored and continue to expand.
THE PROJECT: Wall Stories (Part I: Exterior).
I have forever been in love with architecture, interior design, and decorating. The colors and patterns of these art forms are vivid three dimensional forms of art that created stories and memories. These are often representational of personal tastes and a physical illustration of an inner blueprint. With the initial creators intentions unknown, I explore the beauty using my own internal blueprint to discover an entirely different juxtaposition and feeling. Colors, shapes, patterns, and textures are what I a drawn to creating a wholly new outlook on these stories and memories.
Occoquan, Virginia
Occoquan, Virginia
Washington, D.C.
Sperryville, Virginia
Washington, D.C.
Washington, D.C.
Alexandria, Virginia
Del Rey, Virginia
Alexandria, Virginia
Alexandria, Virginia
Inspired by Conversation
I’m one of those photographers that’s hardly inspired by photography. I rely heavily on the trends and histories of painting, literature and music to inspire and motivate. The other day, during some pre-work time to kill, I found myself in the bookstore browsing art magazines and looking for a little jet fuel to get my latest project going. I came across BOMB magazine. It’s the first time I’ve stumbled into this magazine (and I think the cover photograph of a Katharina Grosse piece had something to do with it).
But shameless plugs aside, the wonder of this publication is, as its subtitle claims, “conversations between artists, writers, actors, directors, and musicians.” This particular issue is mostly conversations (not interviews) between two artists—it’s phenomenal. I bought one of my typical art magazine purchases with BOMB and read it the night before I dove into BOMB; it was so interesting to see how much different an interview with a writer for a piece in a magazine and a conversation between two artists is.
In saying this, I have in mind a particular conversation in this 30th anniversary issue of BOMB: a conversation between musician and composer Sufjan Stevens and author Thomas Pletzinger. It may be my undying love for Stevens, or my interest in Pletzinger’s absurd stories, but this conversation amused me thoroughly.
Gerhard Richter
Gerhard Richter
Discovery and Wendell Berry
Carin Tillman, Untitled, fts Peradventure
“What will cure us? At this point it seems useless to outline yet another idea of a better community, or to invoke yet another anthropological model. These already abound, and we fail to make use of them for the same reason that we continue to destroy the earth: we remain for the most part blind to our surroundings. What the world was, or what we have agreed that it was, obtrudes between our sight and the what the world is. If we do not see clearly what the nature of our place is, we destroy our place. If we don’t see where we are, we are more dead than alive; if we cannot see how our own lives are drawn from the life of the world, and how they are involved and joined with that greater life, then we live in a deathly sleep, and such efforts as we may make to preserve the greater life will be inept and perhaps destructive. If like John Swift we do not know the country and its landmarks, if we are unable to see where we are in relation to it, then we lose it and lose its promised abundance. We lose our lives.”
Wendell Berry, The Unforeseen Wilderness, found in The Education of the Photographer, Ed: Charles Traub, Allworth Press, 2006
Carin Tillman, Untitled, fts Peradventure
In the Museum of Your Last Day by Patrick Phillips
There is a coat on a coat hook in a hall.
Work gloves in the pockets, pliers and bent nails.
There is a case of Quaker State for the Ford.
Two cans of spray paint in a crisp brown bag.
A mug on a book by the hi-fi.
A disc that starts on its own: Boccherini.
There is a dent in the soap the shape of your thumb.
A swirl in the glass when it fogs.
And a gray hair that twines
through the tines of a little black comb.
There is a watch laid smooth on a wallet.
And pairs of your shoes everywhere.
A phone no one answers. A note that says Friday.
Your voice on the tape talking softly.
I heard this poem this morning on the Writer’s Almanac as I slowly woke up to my NPR alarm. I enjoyed its simplicity and understated elegance about the little moments in our lives that we take for granted and become so weighted with change.
Julia Fullerton-Batten
I really like a few of her photographs, though they tend to be too far on the super-staged, studio-lighting side of photography for my taste. This photograph fts In Between is just a gorgeous shot with a beautiful color palette. I really appreciate her sense of drama and play, and when this interaction is just right the shot exudes a magical feeling.
