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joel-peter witkin

American, b. 1939

Joel-Peter Witkin is a photographer whose images of the human condition are undeniably powerful. For more than twenty years he has pursued his interest in spirituality and how it impacts the physical world in which we exist. Finding beauty within the grotesque, Witkin pursues this complex issue through people most often cast aside by society — human spectacles including hermaphrodites, dwarfs, amputees, androgynes, carcasses, people with odd physical capabilities, fetishists and “any living myth . . . anyone bearing the wounds of Christ.” His fascination with other people’s physicality has inspired works that confront our sense of normalcy and decency, while constantly examining the teachings handed down through Christianity. His constant reference to paintings from art history, including the works of Bosch, Goya, Velasquez, Miro, Botticelli and Picasso are testaments to his need to create a new history for himself. By using imagery and symbols from the past, Witkin celebrates our history while constantly redefining its present day context. Visiting medical schools, morgues and insane asylums around the world, Witkin seeks out his collaborators, who, in the end, represent the numerous personas of the artist himself. The resulting photographs are haunting and beautiful, grotesque yet bold in their defiance a hideous beauty that is as compelling as it is taboo. Witkin begins each image by sketching his ideas on paper, perfecting every detail by arranging the scene before he gets into the studio to stage his elaborate tableaus. Once photographed, Witkin spends hours in the darkroom, scratching and piercing his negatives, transforming them into images that look made rather than taken. Through printing, Witkin reinterprets his original idea in a final act of adoration. Joel-Peter Witkin lets us look into his created world, which is both frightening and fascinating, as he seeks to dismantle our preconceived notions about sexuality and physical beauty. Through his imagery, we gain a greater understanding about human difference and tolerance.

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“I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.”
– Rumi

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Walbrook or London Bridge Sewer, London, 2007 by Steve Duncan. Underground rivers in London, as well as other forgotten watercourses from the old industrial cities of England.

Three Layers of the Rue St Jacques, Paris, 2006 by Steve Duncan

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The New French Hacker Artist Underground

Guerrilla History and Urban Exploration

Access All Areas: A User’s Guide to the Art of Urban Exploration

Hopping Freight Trains in America

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Ramona Falls “I Say Fever” from Barsuk Records on Vimeo.

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Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.

–Tom Waits, in Wristcutters: A Love Story

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Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,

And I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
    on top of my head.

~ Richard Brautigan, A Mid-February Sky Dance

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~ :: la calavera catrina :: ~

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I loved you within a moment
You put your head down on
Your folded arms and exclaimed
That you were so excited

I loved you within two days
Your breath whiskey and cigarettes asked
“Wanna make out?” and I said
“Yes, but not right now.”

I loved you within a week
You told me about your father
Your ideas your desires your conflicts you
Laid on top of me and we

I loved you within a month
You found the love of your life
Your guilt fear brought you quick to anger I
Forgive us both I understand now

I loved you within this life
Your soul’s impact our brief time
The gifts just keep expanding inside
As gratitude

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