Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Blu Javon

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Sunday, December 22, 2013

2014 - 16 Years Of Portraits In Toronto

January 4th 2014 will be my Sixteenth Year here In Toronto Canada, the last two years being the hardest in the form of many challenges. When I moved here I knew after just a week my life would be changing dramatically… I welcomed the change as my life in Detroit had reached a pretty solid plateau career wise and to some extent creatively. I had found a voice as a photographer in Detroit and it took a few years here in Toronto to find the same voice or perhaps a slightly different voice. Photography has always been away for me to meet people and the multicultural nature of Toronto meant that I was suddenly surrounded by people from all over the world. I set into learning the art of portraiture as a way to tell the stories I was learning. The act itself is deeply addictive. I started to read about other photographers to learn their thoughts on the portrait. Henri Cartier-Bresson said that “The most difficult thing for me is a portrait. You have to try and put your camera between the skin of a person and his shirt.” Richard Avedon said “A photographic portrait is a picture of someone who knows he is being photographed.”

Portraiture was not going to be as easy as I thought and I knew time was going to be part of the answer. The more I knew the individual the more truth would end up in the image. Robert Frank taught me one of the most important lessons “The eye should learn to listen before it looks” Over the last 16 years I have had the honor of knowing and photographing hundreds of people but in terms of shooting a series portrait I have photographed 120 in the way a portrait should be done. These are individuals who have shared part of their amazing lives with me. Diane Arbus said “For me, the subject of the picture is always more important than the picture” My life in Toronto, my new work of friends and loved ones are at the epicenter of my photography. When I began to shoot the Toronto Vogue Ball Dance scene I earned the nickname SNAPS MONROE from the members of The House of Monroe, a singular honor for me, it meant I was now part of their family.

2012 begins with the epic chance to shoot almost every significant black dance company in the world as the only photographer to shoot the entire International Blacks In Dance Conference held here in Toronto… Dance photography being one of my niches it was big success for me. And then the floor falls out of my life thanks to an aortic aneurysm and open heart surgery. A month in hospital and five months home, most of the time unable to pick up my camera because it was to heavy… I began to think about what most people do when they go through a major life change, what have I done, what am I leaving behind as my creative legacy… I became singularly focused during my time off, If I couldn’t shoot then I could sit and build a respectable website which I did. Soon I would begin to take photos using a tripod and remote shutter release… and finally I was able to lift my camera and I haven’t stopped since. I soon realized that over the past two years I have eclipsed the first 14 years in Toronto. Over one third of the 120 portraits shown with this post have come in these last two years. I’m on a mission. While most have been shot in color I have converted to black and white. Ted Grant wrote “When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls!”

So what have I learned over the last 16 years? I think I have learned how to be more emotional in my photography, I have certainly learned to appreciate life through all the people I have met. Annie Liebovitz said “A thing that you see in my pictures is that I was not afraid to fall in love with these people.” Similarly Stephanie Sinclair wrote “ I fall in love with almost every person I photograph. I want to hear each story. I want to get close. This is Personal for me” Many of my managers in my career have told me I take things personally some times, I think they may have been right. Maybe that what being a photographer is about. Marc Riboud once said “Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.”

Heres to the next 16 years! I really can’t wait!

Note: Creating this image took several days going through thousands of images, I know it is highly possible I may have missed someone along the way, or it may mean while I have taken your photo I didn’t take your portrait… There is a difference. Either way it doesn’t mean I don’t love you or disrespect you!

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Friday, December 06, 2013

Finding Christmas In Toronto 2013....

I won’t be going home for Christmas this year. I really wanted to go but there isn’t the money nore can I afford to leave town while on EI (employment Insurance)… I feel shackled in a way I haven’t felt in years.  I had a wonderful visit home in August and this year and so I really wanted to go!  As a child Christmas was my favorite time of year besides birthdays, not because of the gifts but because of my mother Carol Ann would often transformed these celebrations into events made of fond memories.  At Christmas the home was transformed into a true winter wonderland and for years the secret of Santa was maintained as long as humanly possible.  On Christmas Eve we would gather for presents at the grandparents as well as festive meals with the whole family.   As I got older the family began to demonstrate that the expectations of Christmas was getting onerous and so things like name picking and or buying for the kids only became the new Christmas as an adult living in another country Christmas became an ambiguous idea for me as meeting the expectations and the cost of travel seemed to take the joy out of the experience.

Yet when I did go home Mothers annual pageant always reminded me of those fond childhood memories.   I love Christmas, I Love birthdays, I got that from my mother.  I could be her single lasting gift to me. I love my mother.  Circle back to a few weeks ago as I am sitting on the couch and lamenting my Charlie Brown Christmas Tree and single strand of lights… Im trying to decide how pathetic my situation is.   Ive had such an interesting couple of years which my surgery, and then loosing the best job of my life and it could be easy to think upon this recent series of events and negatively personalize it all, but then my mother comes back into my mind and the sheer effort she would put in to making a perfect Christmas for everyone, even if her efforts sometimes became manic and crazy she simply insisted that Christmas was important for family and the effort kept her focused on what was important. I decided to take another gift passed on to me by her, my creativity and turn it on my situation, How could I find my mother here in Toronto,  How could I find my Christmas?  What would Mother find magical in Toronto?  I began to go out and photograph things she would like.  I swam through the commercialization of the holiday and re-appropriated what I saw for myself.  The color and festive nature of Christmas is everywhere and it reminds me of my childhood and my mother.  So Im here for Christmas, simultaneously broke and blessed and oddly happy.  Feel free to stop by if your in town….PS Bring food!;-)

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