DRAWING LIFE by fred hatt

2010/04/30

Urban Patterns and Juxtapositions

Filed under: Photography: Structure — Tags: , , , — fred @ 15:23

Chair Shadow, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

I like to keep a small camera with me when I’m out and about in the city.  I rarely go anywhere for the specific purpose of photography unless it’s a paying job, but I find having the camera with me helps me to look at the world around me with a more engaged eye.  My personality is neither aggressive enough nor gregarious enough to shoot pictures of strangers in public.  Instead, I look for striking or unusual compositions made by the juxtapositions of shapes and colors and textures, effects of light and shadow, objects and displays, and ever-changing natural and man-made phenomena.  This post consists entirely of shots taken since the beginning of this year with my inconspicuous Canon G11.

The shot above was taken while sitting with a friend in a little outdoor cafe in Central Park on a late spring afternoon.  I was struck by the complex cluster of lines made by the table and chair legs, the elongated chair shadow stretching across the irregular stone slab floor, and my friend’s shoe to one side.  I believe the thicker, inverted Y-shaped shadow is that of a large tree.

Many of the most interesting patterns are seen only by looking at the ground, as above, or to the sky, as in the image below.  This is another composition of angles and lines, at the corner of Bogart and Grattan Streets in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

Bogart and Grattan, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

New York City is packed with tall buildings from different eras, creating many different kinds of juxtapositions of shapes and styles depending on your angle of view.  Zooming to the longer position of the lens flattens the perspective, emphasizing the density of the forms.  The view below is looking north from Union Square.

Looking North from Union Square, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

And this one is looking south from Columbus Circle.  These show a striking difference in style between the two ends of Manhattan’s dense midtown cluster.

Looking South from Columbus Circle, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Over on the West Side, near Lincoln Tunnel and the Port Authority Bus Terminal, there is, for some reason, an unusually high concentration of pigeons.

Midtown Pigeons, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

And here’s a view looking towards the far East Side of Manhattan, from Long Island City, Queens, with the Queensboro or 59th Street Bridge rising over the streets.  The textures in this picture are fascinating, though I’m afraid it loses something in this small size.

Queensboro Bridge, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Looking up at buildings in the city, a frequently-seen motif is something tall towering above something broad.  The Lever House, a classic of the 1950’s International Style, deliberately invokes this juxtaposition.

Lever House, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

More often, it’s an accident of separate buildings seen from a particular angle.

Bloomingdales at Dusk, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Perfectly contrasting the glossy elegance of Lever House is this orange-shrouded construction site rising behind a blank billboard.

NYC Law, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Blankness can give a building a massive feel even when it is surrounded by much larger buildings.

Roosevelt Post Office, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Curved shapes give a much softer impression.

Terraces and Tower Top, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

I find something oddly inviting about rounded interior spaces.  The best known of those in New York City is of course the Guggenheim Museum, but here’s an oval plaza in a newer building near Bloomingdales on the East Side.

Oval Plaza, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

A few blocks away from that is found this spiral staircase at the Fifth Avenue Apple Store.

Apple Store Stairs, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Compare that to this old style cast iron and tile spiral staircase in a courthouse on the West Side.

Spiral Stairwell, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

The black vertical bars above contrast with the silvery horizontal bars found in these Subway turnstiles below.

Egg Slicer Turnstiles, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

There are lots of dense grids in the urban environment.  They’re so commonplace we often don’t notice them.  Colored lights can bring them out of the background noise.

Construction Shed Scaffold, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

This is a roll-down store security gate, over a window with neon signs.

Neon Security Gate, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Colored lights can be used to break up and add movement to a monolithic surface.

Cascade of Colored Light, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Even a subtle use of colored lights, like these filtered fluorescents in a parking garage, can make an otherwise forbidding space more appealing.

Parking Garage, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

I’m fascinated by patchwork patterns, where rectangles and other shapes of different tones and hues are clustered with some kind of irregularity.

Pastel Rectangles and Vendor Cart, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Sometimes these patchworks are an accident of angle of view.

Gate in Red Wall, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Here the weathered red panels are contrasted with the plain gray ones and the mysterious half face on plywood.

The Ghost of Ralph Nader, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Graffiti often becomes an element of patterns in the city.

Blue Anarchy & Red Square, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

I live in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where much of the culture is driven by the hipster sense of irony.  I don’t know if this Williamsburg window is deliberately or accidentally ironic.

Antidepressant, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

The patchwork effect we’ve been looking at can be generated by distorted reflections in grids of glass windows.

New Reflects Old, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

The effects of light and shadow, especially in the early morning and late afternoon, can transform mundane structures into wonderful visual arrangements.

Security Gate Shadows, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

This store window display is a perfectly nice example of the clean tropical aesthetic, but the late afternoon sun casts shadows that transform it into a joyous abstract painting.

Window Display in Sunlight, 2010, photo by Fred Hatt

Keep your eyes open – visual pleasures are abundant and free to enjoy!

2010/04/16

Stories in the Round

Randolph Rogers, Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, 1859, photo #2 by Fred Hatt

Sculpture practice involves working in the round.  A traditional figurative sculpture studio has rotating platforms for the work and for the model, so both can be observed from all angles.  A sculptor must also consider the work from an engineering standpoint, analyzing weight distribution, compression, tension, torque and shear, especially when the work is large.  Looking at a figurative sculpture from different angles helps us understand the expressive qualities of a pose in three dimensions.  The human body is a dynamic structure, achieving stability through adaptive movement.  A sculptor gives the illusion of life by suggesting movement in a stable structure.

In this post I’ll look at two neoclassical works, both made in the middle of the 19th century, when the art of sculpture was still defined by the combination of technical excellence and emotional connection, before modernist innovation took the art in a thousand different directions.  Both of these pieces are based on literary sources.  Randolph Rogers’ Nydia illustrates a scene from Edward Bulwer-Lytton‘s best-selling 1834 historical novel The Last Days of Pompeii.  Carpeaux’ Ugolino is based on an episode from Dante’s Inferno.  Like Bulwer-Lytton’s turgid Victorian prose, this kind of artwork is completely out of fashion today, and from a modern perspective, both of these works are pure kitsch, but taken in their own context they’re beautiful and complex.  Both are on permanent display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where I took these photographs.

Randolph Rogers, Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, 1859, photo #3 by Fred Hatt

Randolph Rogers was an american sculptor based in Rome.  This particular work was extremely popular in its time, and Rogers’ atelier made many commissioned copies of it.  It depicts a scene in which the blind girl Nydia has been separated from her friends during the eruption of the volcano that buried the ancient city of Pompeii.  The face shows a great deal of emotion while remaining youthful and innocent.  The side view above shows the forward lean of the pose.  The center of gravity of the body is above the right foot, so this is a pose that a model could hold at least briefly without external support (unlike the leaping poses in some later sculptures also seen in the sculpture court of the American Wing of the Met such as MacMonnies’ Bacchante and Infant Faun or Frishmuth’s The Vine).  But it has a strong forward lunge, with the upper body curving forward even more, giving a sense of urgency.

Randolph Rogers, Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, 1859, photo #4 by Fred Hatt

Much of the impression of movement is imparted by the swirling folds of Nydia’s dress.  Real fabric would not hold this form in a state of repose, so this makes the body appear to be in motion even though it is in a stable position.  The drapery creates a helical swirl around the body that makes Nydia appear to be turning towards the sound she hears in the distance.  The crossing of the arm to the ear and the drapery whipping around the walking stick reinforce this overall sense of twisting.

Randolph Rogers, Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, 1859, photo #5 by Fred Hatt

Randolph Rogers, Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, 1859, photo #1 by Fred Hatt

You might know Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux‘ famous group La Danse, which adorns the Paris Opera, a work whose exuberant orgiastic nudes caused scandal in their time.  His other famous work is Ugolino and His Sons, which imagines a story told in Dante’s Inferno.  Count Ugolino is imprisoned in a tower with his children and starving to death.  The sons beg the father to devour their bodies.  Even more than Nydia, this work exemplifies the 19th century style of marrying classical technique to emotionally extreme subject matter.  This can be partly attributed to the influence of the ancient Greek sculpture Laocoön and His Sons, with which Carpeaux’ piece bears many similarities.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Ugolino and His Sons, 1860, photo #1 by Fred Hatt

The pose of Ugolino is similar to Rodin’s iconic Thinker, a piece that embodies stillness and concentration.  Here, though, the pose is full of anguish and tension.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Ugolino and His Sons, 1860, photo #2 by Fred Hatt

The central figure of Ugolino is surrounded by four children.  Oddly, these figures all look to me like young adult male figures, varying in size but not proportion or development.  Even the youngest figure, lying at the left side of Ugolino’s feet, appears to be a boy’s head grafted onto a man’s torso.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Ugolino and His Sons, 1860, photo #3 by Fred Hatt

In the view above, note how the hands of the son wrapped around the father’s knee echo the form of Ugolino’s own large hands as he chews his fingers.  The hands and feet of the five figures, limp or tense, carry much of the emotional stress of the composition.  The toes gripping the toes, shown below, is particularly masterful, a gesture that creates an instinctive gripping within the viewer.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Ugolino and His Sons, 1860, photo #4 by Fred Hatt

Many sculptors have discovered the possibilities of enlarged, gnarled hands and feet to convey anguish.  Here it’s combined with a tormented facial expression.  Because the figure of Ugolino is larger than life size and elevated on a pedestal, his face is seen from a lower angle when approaching closer to the sculpture.  The expression is greatly intensified by viewing from below.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Ugolino and His Sons, 1860, photo #5 by Fred Hatt

Many compositions of this type, that have such a clear front and back, are displayed near a wall so it’s hard to see the back side.  At the Met, Ugolino is not against a wall, so one can get the very different view of the piece shown below.  From this side, spared the overbearing emotionalism, we can appreciate Carpeaux’ obsessive attention to anatomical detail and the way the differently sized figures are clustered.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Ugolino and His Sons, 1860, photo #6 by Fred Hatt

2010/01/31

Giants Among Us

Filed under: Photography: Signs and Displays — Tags: , , , — fred @ 00:25

Princess Pups, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

New York City is the capital of the advertising business in North America so it is to be expected that commercial imagery is plastered everywhere you look.  The whole city has attention deficit disorder and all kinds of bids for attention have to be extravagant to be noticed at all.  Some of the faces and bodies on the sides of buildings would make King Kong look petite.  This post is a collection of such giants, all taken during the last decade during my daily travels about the city.  On this first one, the face alone is ten stories tall!

Towering Redhead, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Leggy, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Computer-printed vinyl banner or wrap technology is the main way it’s done in our era, but enormous figures on walls have been a part of the New York streetscape for a long time, as evidenced by this 1960’s smoking playboy, brought to light when a building that had been covering him for decades was demolished:

Smoker, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

That one’s painted directly on the brick wall, by painters dangling from the side of the building like window washers.  The classic craft of the billboard painter is rare now but not gone.  Hand-painted giants are still to be seen in New York:

Heat, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Here a hand-painted billboard is seen through a fence upon which tiles have been hung in a memorial for the World Trade Center tragedy:

Stars and Lashes, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

It always seems to me that a huge proportion of these oversized wall images are sexually provocative beautiful people, but maybe those are just the ones I notice.  Here’s Hilary Swank swooning like Bernini’s St. Teresa:

Ecstasy, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

Male sex gods are always seen towering over this new nightlife area in a part of town that used to be devoted to wholesaling meat.  Well, I guess it still is:

Meatpacking District, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

And what sells shoes better than foot fetishism on a Brobdingnagian scale:

Foot Worship, 2001, photo by Fred Hatt

I think some of it is just to shock the country people that come to the city as tourists:

Reba, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

But surely if you want to cover up an ugly remodeling job on a fancy shopping street, a near-nude hottie will do the trick:

Lingerie, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

This example of the same is surely sexual, but what the heck is going on here?

Expansion, 2001, photo by Fred Hatt

There’s something eerie about colossal figures seen looming behind trees.  Here are three lovely examples:

Oiled, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Adonis, 2001, photo by Fred Hatt

Romance, 2006, photo by Fred Hatt

The legendary Plaza Hotel is all class, so they shielded their condo conversion work with an elegant and demure giant billboard.  Sadly, this development suffered the same fate as most of the other bubble-borne building projects of the late zeroes:

Plaza Conversion, 2006, photo by Fred Hatt

Huge still images are so widespread in the city that more advertisers are investing in monster-sized video screens.  This one reminds me, a bit creepily, that we are all under constant surveillance:

Big Brother, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

But when I’m stuck in automotive gridlock, a giant cat face cheers me up a bit!

Cat Truck, 2007, photo by Fred Hatt

2009/12/23

Snow in the City

Snowy Skyy, 2001, photo by Fred Hatt

Last weekend the Eastern U.S. had its first major snowfall of the season, immediately preceding the Winter Solstice.  Around this time of year our culture ritually celebrates the White Christmas and the Winter Wonderland, Jack Frost and Frosty the Snowman, calling up nostalgic images of horse-drawn sleigh rides and cozy houses among rolling hills of pure white.  The reality of snow in the city is more conflicted, both soft and harsh, beauty that rapidly becomes ugliness.  In honor of the season, here are some photos from my collection, images of great New York City snowfalls of the past decade.

Streetlamps illuminate the beautiful movement of swirling snow.  Because of its lightness, snow shows the complexity of whorls and eddies in the flowing air:

Streetlamp Flurry, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Snow at Ground Zero, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

The first dusting adds a cool glamor to the gritty street:

Powdered Bus Lane, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Snow Traffic, 2001, photo by Fred Hatt

Nothing imparts mystery to our mundane environment of walls and ads like a white veil:

Snow-Masked, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

I Love You, 2006, photo by Fred Hatt

Even when the snow is really coming down, the city is always full of rush and bustle:

Spring Snow, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Colors on White, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

If it gets heavy enough, the car traffic stops and major streets become walkways, as in these pictures taken while walking down the middle of Broadway during the blizzard of 2003:

Posing in Blizzard, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Snowy Broadway, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

In the photo immediately above you can see the fog-like effect, with objects in the distance fading to white.  As night falls, beams of light cut and color the swirls and piles:

Snow in Headlights, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Blizzard Outside Deli, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Snowy Sidewalk, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Snow Shadows, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Snowscape, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Snow’s crumbly clumps cling to windows:

Snowy Windshield, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

Snow on Skylight, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Like grains of sand in an oyster, parked cars are coated with smoothness until they become great white round mounds:

Buried Cars, 2006, photo by Fred Hatt

Snowdrift Car, 2006, photo by Fred Hatt

Other objects are transformed, like this concrete cherub (a popular decoration in my Italian neighborhood):

Snowcapped Cherub, 2005, photo by Fred Hatt

In the heaviest blizzards, like the one we had in 2003, snowfall penetrates even the subway system, drifting down the stairs and through the vents in the sidewalk:

Subway Stairs, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Subway Drift, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

The snow seems to capture particles of diesel exhaust and other things floating in the air, and as it melts off peoples’ shoes the subway tiles get coated with an oily grunge:

Snow Pile in Subway, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Snowplows clearing the streets pile the snow up into huge mountains, packing in parked cars and creating pedestrian barriers that have to be scaled:

Wall of Snow, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Storm drains are clogged and gutters and crosswalks become lakes of dirty slush:

Slush Pallet, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Within a day, New York City snow is gray and filthy.  Hardened chunks remain even as shoveling, plowing and relentless traffic clear the routes:

Dirty Snow, 2007, photo by Fred Hatt

The high piled-up mounds can last for weeks, even through warm weather, becoming nastier day by day.  I’m sure this is what our lungs look like from breathing urban air:

Filthy Snow, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

As the ice retreats, the salt and other residues leave sedimentary markings on the sidewalk:

Snow Residue, 2008, photo by Fred Hatt

And when the sun comes out, melting snow rains down from the buildings and construction sheds, glittering like gems in the sunlight:

Snowmelt, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

2009/11/17

The Spirit of Weeds

Sidewalk Reclaimed, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

Sidewalk Reclaimed, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

Weeds are feral plants, the bane of gardeners and pavers.  They thrive in the most inhospitable settings, taking root in the sooty dust that collects in cracks, taking over abandoned urban spaces with remarkable speed, breaking concrete and reclaiming mankind’s barrens for the kingdom of plants.

Straight and Scribbly Lines, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

Straight and Scribbly Lines, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

Weeds on Stairs, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Weeds on Stairs, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Urban Copse, 2006, by Fred Hatt

Urban Copse, 2006, by Fred Hatt

Weeds may be glorious wildflowers or medicinal herbs, thistles, grasses or ivies.  The kind that thrive in cities often seem to have forms that are ragged, jagged, scribbly, electric.  They’re tough and prickly, like many urban dwellers.

Street Grass, 2008, photo by Fred Hatt

Street Grass, 2008, photo by Fred Hatt

Grassburst, 2007, photo by Fred Hatt

Grassburst, 2007, photo by Fred Hatt

Demolition Site, 2009, photo by Fred Hatt

Demolition Site, 2009, photo by Fred Hatt

In our uncertain time, everything seems to be breaking down.  Industrial civilization defines prosperity only as growth, but the limits to growth are looming everywhere.  Population and consumption of resources have exploded.  The atmosphere is running a fever.  Our food and all our technology are built on reservoirs of oil that may be running dry.  Our financial system is metastatic, a cancer growing on the real economy.  Our political system is sclerotic, too beholden to moneyed interests to act for the common good.  Bold change will not come from our leaders, but only from our forced adaptation to catastrophes.

Greenpoint Dandelions, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Greenpoint Dandelions, 2003, photo by Fred Hatt

Such times will be hard for vast monocultures, and for hothouse flowers (and I do intend those as human metaphors).  Such times call for weedy spirits, for those that can find their earthly grounding even in the decaying manufactured world, and who burst with green power, determined to reassert the forces of life.

Storm Drain Greenery, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

Storm Drain Greenery, 2004, photo by Fred Hatt

Cobblestone Grass, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

Cobblestone Grass, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

Blue/Yellow/Green, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

Blue/Yellow/Green, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

Backlit Weeds, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

Backlit Weeds, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

Vacant Lot, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

Vacant Lot, 2002, photo by Fred Hatt

I took all the photos in this post in New York City, over the last seven years.

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