zaterdag 30 mei 2009
tip / en meer dan dat
Dankzij Artur Eranosian stel ik jullie in de gelegenheid om de nakende tentoonstelling Trinity van Carl de Keyzer samen met de meester zelve te bezoeken. Afspraak op zaterdag 13 juni om 14 u. in het SMAK te Gent. Interesse?
donderdag 28 mei 2009
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dinsdag 19 mei 2009
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Vanavond de befaamde fotojournalist James Nachtwey op Canvas.
21.20h: De film van mijn leven
23.25h: De film van toen
Kijken!
21.20h: De film van mijn leven
23.25h: De film van toen
Kijken!
zondag 17 mei 2009
donderdag 14 mei 2009
Volgende bijeenkomst
Beste allemaal. Er was de intentie om de eerstvolgende bijeenkomst buitenshuis te houden. Er werd o.a. gedacht aan een bezoek aan het fotofestival in Knokke. Voor mij kan het in principe op zat. namiddagen 23 en 30 mei.
Tentoonstelling geopend van 29 maart tot 7 juni 2009. Dagelijks open van 10 tot 19 uur.
Opgelet!
Openingsuren Sincfala: 10 tot 12 uur en van 14 tot 17.30 uur
Stichting Luc Peire en Woning De Beir zijn enkel in het weekend open, van 14 tot 19 uur.
Toegangsprijzen
Volwassenen: € 8
Studenten, Uitpas, lerarenkaart, groepen (min. 10 pers.), CJP, 60+: € 5
Knack-Club: € 4
Met uw toegangsticket kunt u alle onderdelen van het Internationaal Fotofestival bezichtigen gedurende de hele looptijd.
Tickets zijn verkrijgbaar in het Cultuurcentrum, Meerlaan 32, 8300 Knokke Heist
Mochten we toch voor een gewone bijeenkomst opeteren, laat ik jullie hierbij weten dat ik op donderdag 21 niet aanwezig kan zijn.
Graag een reactie!
Tentoonstelling geopend van 29 maart tot 7 juni 2009. Dagelijks open van 10 tot 19 uur.
Opgelet!
Openingsuren Sincfala: 10 tot 12 uur en van 14 tot 17.30 uur
Stichting Luc Peire en Woning De Beir zijn enkel in het weekend open, van 14 tot 19 uur.
Toegangsprijzen
Volwassenen: € 8
Studenten, Uitpas, lerarenkaart, groepen (min. 10 pers.), CJP, 60+: € 5
Knack-Club: € 4
Met uw toegangsticket kunt u alle onderdelen van het Internationaal Fotofestival bezichtigen gedurende de hele looptijd.
Tickets zijn verkrijgbaar in het Cultuurcentrum, Meerlaan 32, 8300 Knokke Heist
Mochten we toch voor een gewone bijeenkomst opeteren, laat ik jullie hierbij weten dat ik op donderdag 21 niet aanwezig kan zijn.
Graag een reactie!
woensdag 13 mei 2009
digital photography destroys memory
Robert Frank over fotografie:
The April 2008 issue of Vanity Fair—the one with Sarah Silverman, Tina Fey, and Amy Poehler on the cover—has an interesting article on Robert Frank worth checking out. Here’s an excerpt from the end:
Robert Frank is an enigma: hard and empathetic and melancholic all at once. He abhors schmaltziness and syrup. I asked him if he would like to see a photograph of my baby. He answered, “Why should I want to see that?”
It is the same with him about photography. Digital photography destroys memory, he believes, with its ability to erase. Art school is another problem, teaching students to be blind. Editors are worse—they poke the artist’s eyes out. Photography: One minute it’s not art at all. Then perhaps it is. And then again it is not. That’s Robert Frank.
“There are too many images,” he said. “Too many cameras now. We’re all being watched. It gets sillier and sillier. As if all action is meaningful. Nothing is really all that special. It’s just life. If all moments are recorded, then nothing is beautiful and maybe photography isn’t an art anymore. Maybe it never was.”
And maybe it is his fault. Who would believe that a hairy little man could take snapshots of nothing and make millions of dollars? Anyone can take a snapshot. So, maybe, anyone can be famous if he gets lucky once.
Frank watched the dancers for a long spell, until his wife appeared, twirling among them. The old man laughed a real laugh. “I am happy today.”
We smoked a cigarette and said nothing. There was no more to ask, which was good. He had no more to say. Then this occurred to me: “Do you carry any photographs in your wallet?”, I asked.
“One maybe.”
He removed his billfold from his back pocket, flipped through some receipts and a medical-insurance card. There it was. The only picture the master carried was a business-card photograph of Niagara Falls with block lettering underneath it that read, niagara falls, in case its holder should forget what it was he was looking at.
“It must be very beautiful, very romantic,” he said somewhat hopefully. As it turned out, Robert Frank had never been to Niagara Falls. “Is it? Romantic?”
“Yes, quite romantic,” I lied. Let the old man be happy.
The April 2008 issue of Vanity Fair—the one with Sarah Silverman, Tina Fey, and Amy Poehler on the cover—has an interesting article on Robert Frank worth checking out. Here’s an excerpt from the end:
Robert Frank is an enigma: hard and empathetic and melancholic all at once. He abhors schmaltziness and syrup. I asked him if he would like to see a photograph of my baby. He answered, “Why should I want to see that?”
It is the same with him about photography. Digital photography destroys memory, he believes, with its ability to erase. Art school is another problem, teaching students to be blind. Editors are worse—they poke the artist’s eyes out. Photography: One minute it’s not art at all. Then perhaps it is. And then again it is not. That’s Robert Frank.
“There are too many images,” he said. “Too many cameras now. We’re all being watched. It gets sillier and sillier. As if all action is meaningful. Nothing is really all that special. It’s just life. If all moments are recorded, then nothing is beautiful and maybe photography isn’t an art anymore. Maybe it never was.”
And maybe it is his fault. Who would believe that a hairy little man could take snapshots of nothing and make millions of dollars? Anyone can take a snapshot. So, maybe, anyone can be famous if he gets lucky once.
Frank watched the dancers for a long spell, until his wife appeared, twirling among them. The old man laughed a real laugh. “I am happy today.”
We smoked a cigarette and said nothing. There was no more to ask, which was good. He had no more to say. Then this occurred to me: “Do you carry any photographs in your wallet?”, I asked.
“One maybe.”
He removed his billfold from his back pocket, flipped through some receipts and a medical-insurance card. There it was. The only picture the master carried was a business-card photograph of Niagara Falls with block lettering underneath it that read, niagara falls, in case its holder should forget what it was he was looking at.
“It must be very beautiful, very romantic,” he said somewhat hopefully. As it turned out, Robert Frank had never been to Niagara Falls. “Is it? Romantic?”
“Yes, quite romantic,” I lied. Let the old man be happy.
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