Monday, April 4, 2011

ATLANTA

ATLANTA is an online show of work made by Montana State University students while at the SPE conference in Atlanta, GA. The following images were taken by Mark Lee, Megan E. Dunbar, Gwendolyn Courtney, Stephanie Obernesser, and John Schlepp in between lectures and other events happening at the conference.

None of us went to Atlanta with the intentions of making serious imagery, though we all saw things that compelled us to make a photograph. Whether these compulsions were scenes that coincided with our previous works, or a more experimental approach with slide film in a Holga, we all were drawn to point our cameras and release the shutter. The following images are the results of our compulsions in the city of Atlanta.


Megan

Stephanie

Megan

Stephanie

Stephanie

Megan

Mark

John

Mark

Gwendolyn

Mark

Gwendolyn

Gwendolyn

John

John



Thanks again to Megan, Steph, Gwen, and Mark!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

ATLANTA

Next week is the opening of "Atlanta" here on Forced Development. Atlanta is an online collection of images by Mark Lee, Megan E. Dunbar, Stephanie Obernesser, Gwendolyn Courtney, and John Schlepp taken during SPE weekend. Opening is Monday, April 4th. See you there!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Personal Vision

Come to Cheever Hall at Montana State University to see work from me and other photographers, some have which have been featured on Forced Development, this Thursday March 24th from 5-8pm.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Spring Break and SPE National Conference

For the next 2 weeks I will be in Atlanta for SPE and then Boise for a family trip. Keep an eye out for images from the conference by my fellow classmates as well as myself. After spring break I will resume posting normally again.

Best Regards,
John

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Tyler Busby

This week I am featuring work by Tyler Busby. This series is a new look on a building that has seen it's share of Bozeman photographers, but it is done in a way not many have seen. Tyler's series Story Mill Experimental was done in the black and white dark room, exposing the image through a drier sheet.

Story Mill Experimental

If we are to believe that humans are a part of the natural world then we must also believe that everything made by humans is a part of the natural world and, if left unattended long enough, will return, on its own accord, to the realm of the organic. Within my Story Mill project, I chose to focus on the way in which, after its abandonment, the massive mill shed the guise of commerce and industry and began to settle softly back into the natural landscape.

To see this, and other work check out www.tylerbusby.com








Sunday, February 6, 2011

David Arnar

This week I am showing a new series David Arnar put up on his website entitled Fading Memories. It is a project he did for his experimental final at Montana State University. He crafted his own 11x14 pinhole box camera, then mortancaged the negatives. Each image is a camera original so if he were to mess up during the mortancage process he would have to go out and shoot another negative.
Fading Memories










Sunday, January 30, 2011

Dan Ross Buettner


My friend Dan Buettner just scanned his experimental final and put it up on his website. Check out this project and others at www.danrossbuettner.com

A Vast Wasteland

In Ancient Roman times, the furniture within the triclinium, or dining
room, were carefully arranged in order to aim the guests' view towards
a certain direction. On the opposite wall, grandiose paintings and
murals were displayed for the enjoyment of the guests and host alike.
These paintings were not only a means for the owner to flaunt his or
her wealth, but were also intended to stimulate conversation by
encouraging the discussion of the art and its possible meanings.

In today's world, television has taken its place as the focal point
within the typical American household. Unlike the engaging nature of
the art or intellectual conversations of the Romans, television lacks
the interactive quality that stimulates the mind. A viewer becomes
passive and surrenders his or her senses to the perpetual flood of
information and images. Satisfaction is never achieved through
television because the viewers are lulled into a perpetual state of
boredom, despite television's promises of eliminating the humdrum of
everyday life. It is not uncommon for people to switch on the
television even though there is nothing of particular interest being
broadcast. Television has become the ultimate distraction from the
world before us due to its constant demand for attention. Rather than
engage with one's company, society has created a fallback plan for
those to avoid human interaction while simultaneously creating the
illusion of bonding with those sharing the screen.

This series, entitled
A Vast Wasteland (a phrase coined by the FCC
chairman, Newton N. Minow, in 1961) is inspired by a personal
awakening to the alienating and time-consuming nature of television.
The images act as visual representations of television's power to
drain the emotion and vigor of those willing to submit to it.

Saturday Night Live

Without a Trace

The Real World

The Bachelorette

The Bachelor

St.Elsewhere

Glee

Curb Your Enthusiasm


Sunday, January 23, 2011

Sam Reinsel

This week I am showing a series by Sam Reinsel. The series entitled What Lies Dormant was shot with a 4x5 camera, then the negatives were distressed and printed in the darkroom.

What Lies Dormant

This series is a project I undertook to explore what separates conscious life and subconscious thought. I wanted to come to terms with what guides our decisions and emotions beyond rational thinking—at a purely emotive level, but below what we might perceptively feel every day. The ripple effect of thought and decision often has unrelated and uncontrollable repercussions, stretching far beyond what we start and pointing back past where we began. I tried to capture this through the photographic process by hand-manipulating negatives with methods I had limited control over. As a physical aesthetic, it illustrates my heavy-handed touch with a much more complex aftermath resulting from uncontrollable variables. As a visual aesthetic, the manipulations create a storyline between suggestive gestures and their fictional counterparts. Which, then, causes the other? We may never know, but the evidence and questions will always be there to suggest our own conclusions.









Sunday, January 16, 2011

Parker Hilton

This week I am happy to show the work of my good friend Parker Hilton. I am showing his final project from our experimental class from the fall 2010 semester. For these images, he cut, burned, and encased the final prints in a brick of wax.

print encased in wax

It is a very personal project and i am very glad Parker was willing to share it on this blog.

After a series of failed relationships a few years ago I turned to my Dad for

advice, not because I was left heartbroken but because “I canʼt figure you out” was the

most common verbal nail in the coffin that ended whatever relationship there was left. I

needed some sort of clarification. Was it some kind of Hilton mystique I was gifted with

or was it something deeper? After a long talk my Dad ended with, “when your mom

died there is probably a very real fear instilled in you that the important woman in your

life will disappear. It makes sense that you hesitate to let girls in.” I began to think

about the major female figures in my life, and how the majority of those relationships.(be

it an aunt, grandma, or a potential mom replacement) all ended with death or distance.


Since then I have come to terms with my trust issues, and have mostly become

comfortable with them. That acceptance however has left me in a twisted purgatory of

sorts. My comfort zone usually develops an expiration date around the twelve hour

mark and any hopes of a serious relationship usually fall victim to my own subconscious

sabotage.


The ensuing consequence is a perpetual failed attempt at rebuilding trust. Under

a curtain of cigarettes, alcohol, and a humorous lack of self restraint; I welcome women

into my life, but with a hangover and an awkward morning I realize that Iʼm not quite as

available as I thought the previous night. As the physical manifests the emotional the

personality of these girls becomes irrelevant. With the morning, and the nearing

expiration date, the walls come back up and I find myself haunted by another road not

taken.










Parker Hilton