Can Art Be Oppressive?

Photograph of a bronze sculpture from below the hoof of a horse.
Photographs by Ira Gardner

A couple of weeks ago I received an artist newsletter in my email that was discussing the issues surrounding the controversy about removing confederate monuments. The author describes a group of art conservators debating the merits of removing monuments that depict confederate military leaders. They acknowledge that public art can be an “instrument of power” while also contemplating the artistic merit of the monuments. One conservator remarked, “the sculptural rendering of that horse’s flank is magnificent!”

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Dance: A Celebration of Human Expression

Vytal Movement Dance Company member Lauren Hovick. Photograph by Ira Gardner © 2020.

Over my more than 30 years of experience as a professional photographer dance has emerged as one of the most significant subjects in my work.  To me the image of human bodies in rhythmic motion within a finite space is a portrayal of the deepest emotional essence of a human being.  

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In search of beauty in Math and Art

Cell phone journal image taken 1/9/2018 while walking back to my studio from the Fed Ex store where I was shipping artwork to a customer.

This week for me was about thinking about creativity and identifying what photography has in common with drawing and painting.  By exploring the way in which a drawing provides simplicity, value, and the camera provides framing I was able to see where these three elements address every design element.

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Memories of a Life on a Schedule

As I was cleaning out my flat files this week I came across a peculiar digital composite image that I had made and transferred on to a 5×7 piece of glass.

It was a still life I had done about 15 years ago during a stressful time when I had a life threatening health condition that required me to take pills and give my self shots multiple times a day.  It made me feel fragile and made life seem precious.

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