A initially learned photography as a kid shooting black & white then developing the photos in a dark room, that was a magical time and sparked my interest in photography. As I got older I dabbled in digital photography but wasn't until my kids were born that i really started to get an active interest back in it all.
I really heard 2 parts to Diane's early artist experience that clearly annotated my own… Diane avoiding the obvious and easily "terrific" (or an easy talented route). Diane said: 'I wasn't a child with tremendous yearnings I didn't worship heroes I didn't long to play the piano or anything. I did paint but I hated painting and I quit right after high school because I was continually told how terrific I was. It was like self-expression time and I was in a private school and a tendency was to say what would you like to do and then you did something and they said "how terrific" it made me feel shaky. I remember I hated the smell of the paint and the noise it would make when I put my brush to the paper sometimes I would not really look but just listened to this horrible sort of squish squish-squish I didn't want to be told I was terrific! I had a sense that if I was so terrific at it it wasn't worth doing. I like to put things up around my bed all the time pictures of mine that I like and other things and I change it every month or so there's some funny subliminal thing that happens. It isn't just looking at it it's looking at it when you're not looking at it it really begins to act on you in a funny way. I suppose a lot of these observations are bound to be after the fact I mean they're nothing you can do to yourself to get yourself to work. You can't make yourself work by putting up something beautiful on the wall or by knowing yourself. Very often knowing yourself isn't really gonna lead you anywhere sometimes it's gonna leave you kind of blank like Here I am there's a me I've got a history, I've got things that are mysterious to me in the world and I've got things that bug me in the world but there are moments when all that doesn't seem to avail'
Omg, if someone wants to be like Arbus, this person will have to be cold hearted in order to surpass the feeling when shooting in a moment of desperation! Even herself didn't handle it
We need Diane, and dianes, in photography today to say what she said back then. We WAY need that statement these days, with how judgmental and hurtful everyone is of everyone
Some people are brighter than stars because their work shine forever for the rest of Humanity. Thank you Diane for put your soul into each picture you take, rest in peace while we are amazed with your delightful work. You was so inspiring for us, a beacon in the darkness of our souls.
For myself there's so many photographs she's known for that reek of exploitation. Where is the art, or creativity for that matter, in taking a photograph of a group of Down Mongoloid kids? She intentionally went to the edges of society to photograph subjects that were already loaded with an outsized curiosity. I never understood why people thought that was ground breaking about her work.
Diane Arbus è morta suicida il 26 luglio del 1971, a soli 48 anni, ma l’eredità che ha lasciato è vastissima. La curiosità, la sensibilità, il coraggio, la fascinazione per il diverso sono tutte componenti essenziali del suo modo di catturare le immagini; uno stile inconfondibile che ha influenzato intere generazioni di giovani fotografi. In questo documentario, girato nel 1972, solo un anno dopo la morte, molte persone a lei molto vicine raccontano la sua vita e la sua arte: da sua figlia Doon, che introduce il film, alla sua insegnante alla New School, Lisette Model, a Marvin Israel, suo compagno negli ultimi anni di vita. Poi ci sono le parole della stessa Arbus, recuperate da una serie di lezioni tenute poco tempo prima e registrate da uno dei suoi studenti. Un perfetto voice-over che accompagna la carrellata tra i suoi scatti più celebri. [ Valentina Tanni http://www.valentinatanni.com ]
don't get it … just dosent speak to me, in the way for instance …cindy sherman does, and makes me just go WOW!…….. and… i guess, and i know this is gonna sound kinda repulsive. but i even find the photos of Rodney akala captures and speaks of a fragile vulnerability, which, ok alas proved all to heartbreaking in the light of what we now know. And hey, i know, although this does not actually speak well of my conscious, but I kinda guess the point is it DID speak to my emotions, enough for me to be moved in ways im not even sure about. Diane Arbus singularly lacks this for me. She lacks any semblance of existential empathy in essence of suject or circumstance. To the point of reducing her artform to capturing an orangutan through the parallel cages of a brooklin monkey house.
14:43 This kid with a handgrenade is Arno Rafael Minkkinen who later also became a tremendous photographer, I got to attend one of his lectures last month where he talked about this picture and how he wanted to be taught by Diane Arbus. He said he had signed up for Dianes class, but the class never took place because… we know what happened.
She has influenced so many artists and photographers -even films- the twin shots look like Kubrick's shots of twins in The Shining. It is really too bad that no one acknowledges just how much she influenced art, photography, and film. Please thumbs up this video.
i think that if she had been born in a more modern time like the present–she would have had a lot more support (from women and men) and perhaps her visions of reality would have been a lot less grotesque. I like to think about what would of happened if she was here today with us doing her art. I think she would be really proud of her daughter Amy since her work is so complimentary to her mother's.
To take off the facade of reality-what we want people to see- and look at the dirty, dark and suffering is hard work. I think she wanted to take that facade from her real world as well. To go against what was expected for a middle class suburban woman from that time–to struggle against the norm and face the real struggle–ugly as it can be.
There is a sadness and darkness in her photography that reflects how she was at the time. It is tragic that we lost a great photographer. She clearly was unhappy as a woman who wanted a professional career dominated by men at the time—even with her economic advantages (she was not poor) –she was still struggling to have her voice heard. I hear her screaming for attention when I see her work. She is really the Sylvia Plath of photography.
I love her photography but I do think it is cruel and harsh. She does not acknowledge her depression and class and how it affected her harsh look at people on the fringe or any of her subjects for that matter. It is dark and coming from a place within her. Not really as objective as she thinks. Her daughter Amy has her talent and is a lot less harsh. Her photography is more beautiful and more forgiving to her fringe subjects. I suggest you take a look at it. She has a picture of Madonna at the beginning of her career–in tattered thrift clothes and it is a truly beautiful picture of the hopefulness of an artist at the beginning of her career—before all the glitz and glamour takes over. Real and beautiful. Not as harsh as her mother. Amy photographed for the Village Voice for many years and is a truly great talent like her mother. Maybe her pictures are more forgiving because she does not suffer from the same inner demons that led to her mother's demise. All photography and art is affected by your perspective it is never objective.
Interestingly, I think her family's money protected Arbus from many of the addictions and "tragedies" those of us who have never had that type of money and security. (Not to take away Arbus's deep suffering from depression in any way.) Hence, perhaps Arbus's belief that she could never be like the people in 1966 Washington Square Park. Me, with my family's history of financial insecurity and addiction issues and mental health issues, I feel like I can relate to some of those people's issues, or at least I can understand how a childhood with little security often leads to an adulthood of addiction and homelessness.
I certainly relate to Arbus's words about "everyone being trapped in their own tragedy" and trying to escape from it. I also relate to her words that knowing oneself often leads to nowhere. Lord knows I feel I trapped in by my issues and that knowing those issues intimately has not really lead anywhere.
I really heard 2 parts to Diane's early artist experience that clearly annotated my own… Diane avoiding the obvious and easily "terrific" (or an easy talented route). Diane said: 'I wasn't a child with tremendous yearnings I didn't worship heroes I didn't long to play the piano or anything. I did paint but I hated painting and I quit right after high school because I was continually told how terrific I was. It was like self-expression time and I was in a private school and a tendency was to say what would you like to do and then you did something and they said "how terrific" it made me feel shaky. I remember I hated the smell of the paint and the noise it would make when I put my brush to the paper sometimes I would not really look but just listened to this horrible sort of squish squish-squish I didn't want to be told I was terrific! I had a sense that if I was so terrific at it it wasn't worth doing. I like to put things up around my bed all the time pictures of mine that I like and other things and I change it every month or so there's some funny subliminal thing that happens. It isn't just looking at it it's looking at it when you're not looking at it it really begins to act on you in a funny way. I suppose a lot of these observations are bound to be after the fact I mean they're nothing you can do to yourself to get yourself to work. You can't make yourself work by putting up something beautiful on the wall or by knowing yourself. Very often knowing yourself isn't really gonna lead you anywhere sometimes it's gonna leave you kind of blank like Here I am there's a me I've got a history, I've got things that are mysterious to me in the world and I've got things that bug me in the world but there are moments when all that doesn't seem to avail'
Omg, if someone wants to be like Arbus, this person will have to be cold hearted in order to surpass the feeling when shooting in a moment of desperation! Even herself didn't handle it
Doon, run away, and save yourself from the burdens of your mothers fame.
meh, someone who did something litteraly anyone else could do, great.
great video
Was she related to Allan Arbus?
…the Rich Exploiting the Rich…
I came here from life is strange but I'm so glad I did
Thank you for sharing
She wasn't a good photographer at all. She's from a rich Jewish Family it was connected. We would never know her name otherwise
A wonderful photographer
Bellissimo !!!
We need Diane, and dianes, in photography today to say what she said back then. We WAY need that statement these days, with how judgmental and hurtful everyone is of everyone
why we got Jared Polin for the thumbnail
Most overrated photographer ever.
is the daughter emulating her momma? she does what
Love so much her eye, her courage. She has inspired my own work. God Bless her mastery.
Some people are brighter than stars because their work shine forever for the rest of Humanity. Thank you Diane for put your soul into each picture you take, rest in peace while we are amazed with your delightful work. You was so inspiring for us, a beacon in the darkness of our souls.
Thank you for uploading this. <3 really appreciated.
the peculiarity of genius
For myself there's so many photographs she's known for that reek of exploitation. Where is the art, or creativity for that matter, in taking a photograph of a group of Down Mongoloid kids? She intentionally went to the edges of society to photograph subjects that were already loaded with an outsized curiosity. I never understood why people thought that was ground breaking about her work.
Diane Arbus è morta suicida il 26 luglio del 1971, a soli 48 anni, ma l’eredità che ha lasciato è vastissima. La curiosità, la sensibilità, il coraggio, la fascinazione per il diverso sono tutte componenti essenziali del suo modo di catturare le immagini; uno stile inconfondibile che ha influenzato intere generazioni di giovani fotografi.
In questo documentario, girato nel 1972, solo un anno dopo la morte, molte persone a lei molto vicine raccontano la sua vita e la sua arte: da sua figlia Doon, che introduce il film, alla sua insegnante alla New School, Lisette Model, a Marvin Israel, suo compagno negli ultimi anni di vita. Poi ci sono le parole della stessa Arbus, recuperate da una serie di lezioni tenute poco tempo prima e registrate da uno dei suoi studenti. Un perfetto voice-over che accompagna la carrellata tra i suoi scatti più celebri.
[ Valentina Tanni http://www.valentinatanni.com ]
don't get it … just dosent speak to me, in the way for instance …cindy sherman does, and makes me just go WOW!…….. and… i guess, and i know this is gonna sound kinda repulsive. but i even find the photos of Rodney akala captures and speaks of a fragile vulnerability, which, ok alas proved all to heartbreaking in the light of what we now know. And hey, i know, although this does not actually speak well of my conscious, but I kinda guess the point is it DID speak to my emotions, enough for me to be moved in ways im not even sure about. Diane Arbus singularly lacks this for me. She lacks any semblance of existential empathy in essence of suject or circumstance. To the point of reducing her artform to capturing an orangutan through the parallel cages of a brooklin monkey house.
14:43 This kid with a handgrenade is Arno Rafael Minkkinen who later also became a tremendous photographer, I got to attend one of his lectures last month where he talked about this picture and how he wanted to be taught by Diane Arbus. He said he had signed up for Dianes class, but the class never took place because… we know what happened.
She has influenced so many artists and photographers
-even films-the twin shots look like Kubrick's shots of twins in The Shining. It is really too bad that no one acknowledges just how much she influenced art, photography, and film. Please thumbs up this video.i think that if she had been born in a more modern time like the present–she would have had a lot more support (from women and men) and perhaps her visions of reality would have been a lot less grotesque. I like to think about what would of happened if she was here today with us doing her art. I think she would be really proud of her daughter Amy since her work is so complimentary to her mother's.
To take off the facade of reality-
what we want people to see-and look at the dirty, dark and suffering is hard work. I think she wanted to take that facade from her real world as well. To go against what was expected for a middle class suburban woman from that time–to struggle against the norm and face the real struggle–ugly as it can be.There is a sadness and darkness in her photography that reflects how she was at the time. It is tragic that we lost a great photographer. She clearly was unhappy as a woman who wanted a professional career dominated by men at the time—even with her economic advantages (she was not poor) –she was still struggling to have her voice heard. I hear her screaming for attention when I see her work. She is really the Sylvia Plath of photography.
I love her photography but I do think it is cruel and harsh. She does not acknowledge her depression and class and how it affected her harsh look at people on the fringe or any of her subjects for that matter. It is dark and coming from a place within her. Not really as objective as she thinks. Her daughter Amy has her talent and is a lot less harsh. Her photography is more beautiful and more forgiving to her fringe subjects. I suggest you take a look at it. She has a picture of Madonna at the beginning of her career–in tattered thrift clothes and it is a truly beautiful picture of the hopefulness of an artist at the beginning of her career—before all the glitz and glamour takes over. Real and beautiful. Not as harsh as her mother. Amy photographed for the Village Voice for many years and is a truly great talent like her mother. Maybe her pictures are more forgiving because she does not suffer from the same inner demons that led to her mother's demise. All photography and art is affected by your perspective it is never objective.
Omg , her voice makes me remind Max Caulfield from life is strange
Interestingly, I think her family's money protected Arbus from many of the addictions and "tragedies" those of us who have never had that type of money and security. (Not to take away Arbus's deep suffering from depression in any way.) Hence, perhaps Arbus's belief that she could never be like the people in 1966 Washington Square Park. Me, with my family's history of financial insecurity and addiction issues and mental health issues, I feel like I can relate to some of those people's issues, or at least I can understand how a childhood with little security often leads to an adulthood of addiction and homelessness.
I certainly relate to Arbus's words about "everyone being trapped in their own tragedy" and trying to escape from it. I also relate to her words that knowing oneself often leads to nowhere. Lord knows I feel I trapped in by my issues and that knowing those issues intimately has not really lead anywhere.