Statement : Shelby Lee Adams
Benny and Arch, ‘06 © Shelby Lee Adams
I’m going to try and kick these off with photographers I have already mentioned on this blog. So, first off, we have Shelby Lee Adams. As much as I would like to critique this and all future statements I post, I will try to refrain out of respect and fear. Don’t let that stop you, though.
Every summer, traveling through the mountains photographing, I am somehow able to renew and relive my childhood. I regain my southern, mountain accent and approach my people with openness, facination, and respect; and they treat me with respect. My psychic antennae become sharpened and acute. I love these people, perhaps that is it, plain and simple. I respond to the sensual beauty of a hardened face with many scars, the deeply etched lines and flickers of sweat containing bright spots of sunlight. The eyes of my subjects reveal a kindness and curiosity, and their acceptance of me is gratifying. For me, this is rejuvenation of the spirit of time past, and I am better for the experience each time it happens. These portraits are, in a way, self-portraits that represent a long autobiographical exploration of creativity, imagination, vision, repulsion and salvation. My greatest fear as a photographer is to look into the eyes of my subject and not see my own reflection.
My work has been an artist search for a deeper understanding of my heritage and myself, using photography as a medium and the Appalachian people as collaborators with their own desires to communicate. I hope, too, that viewers, will see in these photographs something of the abiding strength and resourcefulness and dignity of the mountain people.
Shelby Lee Adams
Shelby has a blog that is as seemingly as new and as oft-updated as my own.
the true meaning of pictures.
Comment by ian — April 12, 2007 @ 5:47 am
While a lot of the sentiment sounds to be worthy and I do not doubt Adams’ sincerity, the general mellow dramatic tone is beyond the necessary requirements for a statement. It reads like an elaborated Hallmark card for photographers who are coping with homesickness and a serious dose of rose-tinted retrospect. I would have thought a few lines highlighting the artist’s connection to the place and people enough, and would leave the therapy session-inspired sentimentality to the pages of a nice Maeve Binchy novel. An old tutor of mine would tell me “leave the emotional crap for the viewer…”
Comment by Bahs — December 3, 2008 @ 7:36 am