Where was the Lyons essay published? I actually don't know this one.
I feel pretty excited, though a little scared, about adopting the sicko label. Thanks for introducing the terminology. The fear comes from my tendency to smile, nod, and swim through self-doubt when faced with “I’m a purist, I only shoot film and never edit my photos" in the wild.
Getting to talk with you, Andy, Bill, and Emmy (a new person at CCP) these past few weeks has stirred up some really positive, truly sicko-level energy for photography that I've been missing for a bit. Thanks for that. We have to keep it going.
In 2010ish, Lyons was at CCP for a panel discussion with Bill and an author named Jessica S. McDonald. Jessica wrote a book called "Nathan Lyons; Selected Essays, Lectures, and Interviews," which they were selling at the talk. I bought a copy there. Although, the original exhibition book "Under the Sun: The Abstract Art of Camera Abstraction" can be found at online bookstores, as can Jessica's.
I can assure you that you are indeed a photo sicko. The main way in which I use the term to differentiate from an elitist, is that elitism comes from an attitude often divorced from an obsession with a subject matter and is characterized by not wanting to delve into it out of fear of exposing one's own lack of appreciation. It is steeped in status consciousness. Whereas a sicko is someone who actually wishes there were more people to talk to that shared their obsessive dedication, but they have just accepted that there are very few people who care that passionately about it. It is steeped in madness consciousness.
I'm supposed to talk with Betsy this week, and I am hoping to get some advice on creating a remote network for keeping that energy going!
Oh yeah, I was there. I actually worked for Jessica McDonald one summer when I lived in Austin. She was (might still be) at the Harry Ransom Center. One day, while working there, I fainted.
I never really got a chance to talk to Jessica about Lyons, which is too bad, but has nothing to do with the fact that I fainted on the job.
Love that idea that images supplementing an agenda are something other than capital P. Good read
Good.
Where was the Lyons essay published? I actually don't know this one.
I feel pretty excited, though a little scared, about adopting the sicko label. Thanks for introducing the terminology. The fear comes from my tendency to smile, nod, and swim through self-doubt when faced with “I’m a purist, I only shoot film and never edit my photos" in the wild.
Getting to talk with you, Andy, Bill, and Emmy (a new person at CCP) these past few weeks has stirred up some really positive, truly sicko-level energy for photography that I've been missing for a bit. Thanks for that. We have to keep it going.
In 2010ish, Lyons was at CCP for a panel discussion with Bill and an author named Jessica S. McDonald. Jessica wrote a book called "Nathan Lyons; Selected Essays, Lectures, and Interviews," which they were selling at the talk. I bought a copy there. Although, the original exhibition book "Under the Sun: The Abstract Art of Camera Abstraction" can be found at online bookstores, as can Jessica's.
I can assure you that you are indeed a photo sicko. The main way in which I use the term to differentiate from an elitist, is that elitism comes from an attitude often divorced from an obsession with a subject matter and is characterized by not wanting to delve into it out of fear of exposing one's own lack of appreciation. It is steeped in status consciousness. Whereas a sicko is someone who actually wishes there were more people to talk to that shared their obsessive dedication, but they have just accepted that there are very few people who care that passionately about it. It is steeped in madness consciousness.
I'm supposed to talk with Betsy this week, and I am hoping to get some advice on creating a remote network for keeping that energy going!
Oh yeah, I was there. I actually worked for Jessica McDonald one summer when I lived in Austin. She was (might still be) at the Harry Ransom Center. One day, while working there, I fainted.
I never really got a chance to talk to Jessica about Lyons, which is too bad, but has nothing to do with the fact that I fainted on the job.
I was going to mention that I have photos of us at that talk together!
Maybe fainting is similar to taking a shit, in the sense that you may as well do it on the clock.