Jeremias Paul’s Momentism Blog

Well, we’re back from Europe, it was a good trip, but a long one! After taking in the episodes of LOST we missed while we were gone I found this… All in the same spirit of Europe, LOST, and travel!

It turns out that this guy dug a tunnel (wink, wink) connecting Europe and the States and plugged in a huge optical device so both sides could communicate with each other! Of course it is all connect by a mysterious island in the middle!

Check out the diagrams and installation (?) shots from the official website:

Check out the official Telectroscope webpage HERE!

With the end of every semester come final projects. This past semester I taught a large format photography class in argument for the relevance of film in a digital age. I believe my thesis about how film makes better photographers seems to be true. I think my students have changed a quite a bit this semester while learning to deal with film, some of them for the first time, and 4×5 cameras. Below is a small selection of the classes final project; the Single Image Project.

The project operated under the notion of being limited by the materials to create a masterpiece to represent the students work for all eternity. (I can still hear the gasps some students let out after I pitched the project to them!) Interestingly enough, a lot of students chose the route of self-portraiture, which is fine, but never-the-less an interesting phenomenon. All in all I think they did an amazing job!

Image by Dillon Rosdahl

Image by Scott Chandler

Image by Chelsea Edwards

Image by Teisha Fooks

Image by David Gray

Image by William Gray

 

“The Bar of Soap in Our Shower”

I made another soap photograph this morning, the one above being an earlier one. Rachel found me in the shower with my camera set-up and I told her that soap photography was going to be the next big thing… well maybe… but what does it mean to photograph soap?

What if we treated soap as sculpture? Cleansing sculptures?

With soap we wash away the ruins of the day left upon our skin. Through scrubbing and lathering, we give back all the dust and debris given to us by the place we roamed that day. Soap is a tool, much like the camera, by means of a cleaning ritual to the ends of resetting the canvas of experience.

Dust as experience?

Perhaps… what if sculptures of soap registered our experience within their makeup? Microscopic abrasions through hair follicles and dander wearing away the canvas of the soap sculpture. Oils and dirt building up surfaces in homage to daily excursions to and from work. Oh, how romantic! The soap sculpture ultimately offering up its own existence, being eroded by the constant washing ritual’s ebb and flow.