Andrew Schroeder

Just a couple of things on the back burner(s):

1. Jorg Colberg has a great recent post that includes the thought that all photographs exploit their subject matter. I’m not quite sure this is always the case. I’m more inclined to believe that the connections between photograph and subject (and viewer) are less exploitative than made out to be. Instead, this connection is more of a dialogue – something less cut and dry and more like the relationship between producers and consumers explored by Michel de Certeau in The Practice of Everyday Life.

2. Google +. I’m on it and it is a strange feeling – much like going to a party, arriving early, and then finding out other guests might now be coming. But this did get me back into reading about Jürgen Habermaas and his ideas regarding the emergence of public space. Habermaas wrote about the role newly emergent 18th century European public spaces played in the rise of a new political class. I guess, I’m a little creeped out how quickly we seem to have evacuated ourselves from physical public space to enter into virtualized, electronic, privately-owned public space.

It appears that within American culture, there are three times it is acceptable for a man to be an enthusiastic gardener: either when young in rural Nebraska, when in one’s late 60s, or when one is British. Although I am technically none of the above, I am incredibly thrilled by the variety of things growing this summer.
I’ve been somewhat of a flake when it comes to the actual work, but I have had the extreme pleasure of sharing a community garden plot with two good friends. The concept of urban gardening is truly something that any resident of a major city should not take for granted. As I was walking around the garden this afternoon taking photos, I started to wonder about the evolutionary effects of our species movement to urban areas will have on the plants we bring with us. Will we engineer and come to favor planting pollution resistant variants of spinach? Or, instead of changes to the plants we tend, will our cities take on the positive qualities, biodiversity and egalitarian aura of the average garden?

Although for the most part this blog is pretty lighthearted in nature, ranging from items that I jam into my face to various bits of photography from my surroundings, I am actually debating something of more consequence this evening. For the last couple of months, I’ve toyed with the idea of getting “serious” about photography again. You see, in the three years since I finished my MFA, I haven’t really had any ideas for new work, nor have I had the studio practice to back it up. I find myself, now in a non-glamorous or satisfying state I like to call “post-practice”.

I’m weighing my options and thinking of ways that I could start to build up a solid portfolio of more commercial-oriented work and also make moves toward freelancing. I have a great job, although it is often frustrating and I easily feel like an insignificant cog.

It is times like these, like the true nerd I am, I turn to philosophy to help me make decisions.

Particularly, The voice I find myself turning to is William James. His notion of acting as if what you do makes a difference has me taking this decision on, full force. A basic butchering of his thoughts, which I will now attempt, looks something like this:

• If I am lost in a forest or hostile environment and I stumble into a path, I have two choices of action.
• Option 1: I can do nothing and believe the path goes nowhere. By doing nothing I will freeze, starve, and die.
• Option 2: I can believe the path leads to food or shelter. I could then follow the path out of the forest to food, shelter, safety.

In both options, the actions taken have made the belief true. One should always act as if what they do makes a difference.

So. Do I take the leap, follow a path, spend some more money, and start up working as a photographer?

“Behind the incessant parade of bright images, a gaping blackness.”

Through out the course of my day, I look at hundreds (if not more) photographic images that fall into the genre we call “photography”. RSS feeds of photo blogs have become the easiest and, at the same time, most in unobtrusive method for consuming my daily dose. It isn’t so much the dosage that bothers me. I’m hung up on the concept of what exactly I’m eating up when I’m searching, shifting, and glancing at the endless buffet of fine-art photography that is presented to me…

There is a point where I have to just take my eyes out of focus and concentrate on the idea that the blurred image which emerges might be a better indicator of contemporary photography than anything curated, anything put together into a project…

via pablogt

So many years will be spent searching, studying, classifying, before my life is secured, carefully arranged and labelled in a safe place – secure against theft, fire and nuclear war – from whence it will be possible to take it out and assemble it at any point. Then, being thus assured of never dying, I may finally rest.

- Christian Boltanski from Research and Presentation of All That Remains of My Childhood 1944-150

I’m exceptionally excited to report that one of my photographs will be published in the upcoming issue of 1110. Thank you, Eireann!

CAMBODIA. Phnom Penh. 30/12/2010: Boeung Kak Lake being filled with sand by development company Shukaku Inc. and evicting 4000 families.

via © John Vink / Magnum Photos » Quickly, Before You Party.

Well shit. I made it to Vietnam. Now, as an atheist, I believe there is no such thing as heaven or hell. I was wrong. There is definitely a he’ll. And, that hell is a booked united airlines 747 flying for 16 hours from chicago to hong kong. Loud. Old. Cramped and stinky all good words to describe the experience.

But, I made it.

And so far Vietnam is really beautiful. Well, I might be wrong as it is night and I can’t really see anything. The delicate ballet of motor scooters, cars, and bicycles is something truly horrifying. Imagine for just a moment, a city with virtually no street lamps, but crowded to capacity. Now combine that with a general disregard for any sort of painted lines on the road and you have late evening here. Pretty.