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John Blakemore at the Klompching Gallery

A wonderful exhibition featuring the work of British photographer, John Blakemore, has recently opened at the Klompching Gallery in Brooklyn and will run through December 22nd, 2012.
John is considered a national treasure of Britain with a career that spans 55 year years and a mastery of not only his photography and his craft in printing, but in his “knowing” of a subject.  He is concerned with the “ritual of intimacy, the sustained exploration of small areas of the world that interests him–whether working outside in the landscape or working in his studio. His work is held in public collections around the world and he has exhibited in a numerous international museums and galleries.
John has been fascinated with the idea of exploring landscape as a manifestation of energy, and the metaphoric potential of the photograph. His exquisite silver gelatin prints are a testimony to the excellence of his hand as an artist.  He shows us that a photograph is not taken, it’s made.  

Tulipa – After Jan Van Os (printed 2012)
Tulipa – Dissections No. 10 (1992)

The Garden – Fragments of a History (1991)

Ambergate Derybhsire from the ‘Lila’ series (1977)

Dear Photograph

Photographer Liese Ricketts led me to a site I wanted to share…you may already know about it, but it’s a wonderful way to bring the past and future together. The site is called Dear Photograph. Dear Photograph is a site that invites readers to submit photos of photos positioned over reality. Or, as the site’s description puts it, “take a picture of a picture from the past in the present.” Diane Sawyer explains it here, on the evening news.

Dear Photograph,
I’ll miss her cooking when I go to college next year.

Dear Photograph,
The grass doesn’t seem as green without her around. I miss her and can’t wait to see her soon.
Love Dad

Dear Photograph,
I found you in the attic when we moved in. I wonder if you lived happily ever after here…

Dear Photograph,
Thank you for allowing me to remember Tokyo in 1971.
Hajime Ishikawa

Dear Photograph,
I was astounded, but I hadn’t had time to consider what I was seeing.
Mark Yokoyama