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Here and There 1975-2006 | Rosalind Fox Solomon

ROSALIND FOX SOLOMON

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BRUCE DAVIDSON - From Brooklyn Gang, 1959

BRUCE DAVIDSON - From Brooklyn Gang, 1959

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Put Up On: 4 October
DAVIDE MONTELEONE - Dagestan, 2010
In his latest book, ‘Red Thistle,’ photographer Davide Monteleone documents the rhythm of life in the Caucasus.
"A common theme, predictably, is death, which is so insistent that it approaches a dulled ubiquity. If there is a kind of music to life in the Caucasus, mortality is its drumbeat in Monteleone’s work. In one frame, a woman in a black headscarf hurries along the sidewalk, not seeming to notice a stream of blood flowing toward her from a bull that was slaughtered in the street. There are weddings and funerals, and both seem to occasion equal measures of melancholy and warmth…"
This is where I’m from. I was born in the republic of Kabardino-Balkariya, in the town of Nalchik. All I have are a handful of very lucid, beautiful memories of the mountains, going to the lake, getting lost in a sunflower field, the smell of the cupboard of homemade preserves. Turmoil and war have overtaken this area now. Maybe one day I will have the chance to go back.

DAVIDE MONTELEONE - Dagestan, 2010

In his latest book, ‘Red Thistle,’ photographer Davide Monteleone documents the rhythm of life in the Caucasus.

"A common theme, predictably, is death, which is so insistent that it approaches a dulled ubiquity. If there is a kind of music to life in the Caucasus, mortality is its drumbeat in Monteleone’s work. In one frame, a woman in a black headscarf hurries along the sidewalk, not seeming to notice a stream of blood flowing toward her from a bull that was slaughtered in the street. There are weddings and funerals, and both seem to occasion equal measures of melancholy and warmth…"

This is where I’m from. I was born in the republic of Kabardino-Balkariya, in the town of Nalchik. All I have are a handful of very lucid, beautiful memories of the mountains, going to the lake, getting lost in a sunflower field, the smell of the cupboard of homemade preserves. Turmoil and war have overtaken this area now. Maybe one day I will have the chance to go back.

Put Up On: 23 September
ARLEEN HODGE - House of Mercy

ARLEEN HODGE - House of Mercy

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Put Up On: 20 July

DAWOUD BEY - Class Pictures

For the past fifteen years, Dawoud Bey has been making striking, large-scale color portraits of students at high schools across the United States. Depicting teenagers from a wide economic, social, and ethnic spectrum—and intensely attentive to their poses and gestures—he has created a highly diverse group portrait of a generation that intentionally challenges teenage stereotypes.
Bey spends two to three weeks in each school, taking formal portraits of individual students, each made in a classroom during one forty-five-minute period. At the start of the sitting, each subject writes a brief autobiographical statement. By turns poignant, funny, or harrowing, these revealing words are an integral part of the project, and the subject’s statement accompanies each photograph [in the exhibitions, on Dawoud Bey’s website and in the Class Pictures book]. Together, the words and images in Class Pictures offer unusually respectful and perceptive portraits that establish Bey as one of the best portraitists at work today.
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The above photoset displays photographs of:

1. DeMarco (South Shore High School), 2003

I like when people look at a picture of me and be like, “oh, he looks like he’ll do something bad like this.” Some people might look, like, “oh, he looks like a bad kid, or… like, I can picture him doing… beatin’ up somebody or taking something from somebody,” whereas that’s not me at all. I guess there is a certain look, ‘cause I’ve experienced it before. Like, teachers in school, they’re like “oh I thought you was a bad kid, but you’re alright,” you know. ‘Cause I like to prove people wrong so I can make me look better in the end. ‘Cause as they get to know me, then they’ll see—like I said, I’m a funny person—and they’ll see I’m a funny person.

2. Omar, 2005

I know that I shouldn’t but sometimes I wonder how other people look at me. What do they see first? My brown-ness, my beard, my cap, my clothes, the color of my eyes, the design of my T-shirt? I think that people see my skin color first. They probably see me as a brown guy. Then, they might see my black beard and my white kufi (prayer cap) and figure out I am Muslim. They see my most earthly qualities first. Brown, that’s the very color of the earth, the mud from which God created us. Sometimes I wonder what color my soul is. I hope that it’s the color of heaven.

3. Kevin, 2005

When I was about six or seven my father died. This was either the worst or best thing that ever happened to me. In fact, now that I think about it, it was both. That experience was both my blessing and my curse. I don’t remember much before the death of my father. For me it feels like that’s when life as I know it really began. It’s not like I was saddened by the event. I hardly knew my father. His memory only survives in my head because of three scenarios: the way his coarse mustache pricked my cheek when he kissed me, the short collect calls he made from the correctional facility, and the photos that my mother keeps under her bed. After his death my mother became incredibly detached. She became a mere exoskeleton of her former self. With a dead father and a deeply depressed mother who basically stopped living, I had no choice but to take care of myself. I became as self-reliant as possible. There was no more time for childhood. I was all about business. Thanks to the death of my father I learned to value independence, hard work, and maturity. This is my blessing. Thanks to the death of my father I grew up much too fast and never learned how to ask anyone for help. I carry my own burdens…alone. This is my curse.

4. Usha, 2006

I can speak four languages, I am an actress, and when I was about thirty seconds old I reached up and took my dad’s glasses off of his face. When I was eight years old, I visited my cousin’s school in India. They didn’t have a roof, so during the monsoons they got rained on. When I went home, I raised enough money to build them a roof and buy some school supplies.

5. Jacob, 2005

My name is Jacob Goldstein and I’m 15. My father was Belizean, my mom is American, and I’m Jewish. So I’m one of a kind, you could say. I didn’t know my dad because he died when I was little. But I grew up with my mom, and she’s raised me all by herself, and she’s done a great job. A lot of people thought I was adopted. but, when people think I’m adopted, I really don’t think anything of it, I just have to tell them that, no she’s my mom and my dad was Black. I identify myself as being Black, but I also identify myself as being Jewish too. I think of myself more as an individual than like any other person, because I’m both, like I’m Jewish and I’m black, so I’m different than most other people. I like being different than other people, I like being a leader, I don’t like to follow other people and, what they do. People base too much on the way people look, like the way people dress, like they look at me, and might think, like, I’m in a gang or something. That’s just because of the way I dress. You can’t really put an identity on someone that you don’t really know. When people don’t know that much about you and you’re just like, oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m Jewish, they’re like, what? That’s something they’d never expect.

6. Lauren, 2006

I’m glad my parents were always there to guide me and help me think of the choices I was making. I like to join a lot of activities, but once something goes wrong, my first thought is to quit. When I tell my parents what happened, they always push me to give it another try and not quit. Without that extra push I wouldn’t have been able to do many things, like play basketball, volleyball, swim, or even play the piano.

7. Antoine, 2006

When I was seven years old my father went to jail, and that left me just with a mother, so she had to play both roles as a mother and father. That only made her stronger. That was kind of a challenge for me, because I had to decide whether or not I wanted to go further than my father. That drove me to become successful. That’s when I got into comedy, and I would watch Saturday Night Live. I started watching a lot of movies, and that made me want to get into theater. That’s what I want to do now.

8. Sarah

I may be different, but I take a silent comfort in my difference. My looks do not define who I am. I know that I am separate from the rest of my school because I look the way I do, not ‘Normal.’ What is normal anyways? And who decides what is normal? My soul is not dark. I have dealt with pain and misfortunes. I have also had wonderful people and experiences in my life. Everything I go through, the good and the bad, makes me a better person, not just a better person but stronger too. My experiences define who I am. I’ll tell you what I see when I look at myself. I see a young woman owning her individuality, being her own leader, not following the crowd, and I see a young woman who learns from everything around her. Now do I seem so strange?

9. Sarah (University of Chicago Laboratory Schools), 2003

My dad’s Iranian, and so, my dad didn’t want to have me tell that I was Iranian, in um, in my college essay just because I think he might have felt that someone might read it and, you know, be biased against Iranians or something like that, I guess… He’s a little sensitive about it sometimes, so. Just because I’m his little girl and he doesn’t want me to be hurt by anything. I didn’t know whether or not to put it in ‘cause, you know, when he first told me not to tell it was sort of like—of course I’m going to tell! It’s part of who I am! And then it’s sort of—well, you know, maybe, I shouldn’t. And then, I just ended up saying that he was foreign born, “my father is foreign born,” or something like that. Like I’m not going to hide it from the world; it was just this college essay. I mean I wasn’t happy about it at first, but then when I saw it from his point of view, I was like, ok… I’ve been thinking about relationships a lot, you know, ‘cause I’m a teenager—that’s what they do! Like, you know, why do people get married in general? I mean I think it’s wonderful and I’m like a die-hard romantic, but it just, it’s… I don’t know… the whole state is really bizarre. My father, you know, he used to leave… ‘cause, my parents are separated—they’re not divorced yet. But, um, I just… I think it was always hard for me, you know, take him to the airport and watch Daddy go, and it was like—oooh!—you know, it’s just no good. But seeing him again is always really wonderful. It’s just the missing that hurts, you know… But I think that you can get used to almost, like, any condition. I’d like to say I’d be more careful before I try to fall in love, but I won’t, you know, ‘cause I think it just happens: you just fall in love, that’s it—boom—and then it’s there and… But then there’s the whole, does it just disappear one day? And it’s just, it’s just sort of depressing.

10. Danny

Well, I like to think of myself as an outgoing, outspoken person. But in reality I’m really a quiet guy. People see me and they see a crazy party freak that likes to enjoy himself. But I’m really not that person. I’m a homebody type of guy, with a really good heart that loves life and people with really beautiful personalities.

> Listen to twelve students photographed by Dawoud Bey talk about themselves at the Smart Museum of Art
> Listen to Dawoud Bey talk about five students he photographed and the Class Pictures project on FLYP
> Watch “Dawoud Bey’s Class Pictures: The Process” on Vimeo
> Watch “Dawoud Bey’s Class Pictures: Response from the Teenagers” on Vimeo

(Photographs and autobiographical statements of the students from Dawoud Bey’s website, Milwaukee Art Museum, Smart Museum of Art, Howard Yezerski Gallery’s blog and Jewish Women’s Archive)

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Put Up On: 20 July
DAWOUD BEY - Trajel (1991)

DAWOUD BEY - Trajel (1991)

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Put Up On: 20 July
DAWOUD BEY - Darshall And Mark (1993)

DAWOUD BEY - Darshall And Mark (1993)

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Put Up On: 6 June
RICHARD AVEDON -Mental Institution #36, East Louisiana State Mental Hospital, 1963

RICHARD AVEDON -Mental Institution #36, East Louisiana State Mental Hospital, 1963

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