Archive for the ‘Photography’ Category

Watchdog. 2014.

Saturday, July 12th, 2014

Watchdog.  2014.  By Erin O'Brien

Man with Poodle Face. 2014.

Saturday, July 12th, 2014

Man with Poodle Head.  2014.  By Erin O'Brien

Study after Francis Bacon’s Portrait of Pope Innocent X

Saturday, January 4th, 2014

Study after Francis Bacon's Portrait of Pope Innocent X

Evolution. 2013.

Saturday, January 4th, 2014

Evolution

“Boy with a Toy Grenade in Central Park” (1962) by Diane Arbus

Sunday, October 31st, 2010

Summoning up all the wildness he possesses in his tiny frame, the little boy with the crenelated mouth is caught in a nanosecond of indecision, just before he winds up and hurls his grenade.

His empty hand, often referred to as a “claw”, forms the shape of another grenade, as successfully as a mime’s. The tension in this hand is astonishing: he grips a shape so solid and particular through empty air that you think of the circumference of an aluminum can, or a back-up grenade. Indeed, there had been a back-up grenade, lost when the boy attempted to blow up the alley next to his building (1).

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Naturalist Gordon Grice and Zodiac the tarantula

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

Naturalist Gordon Grice and Zodiac the tarantula
Photo by Parker Grice

Naturalist Gordon Grice and his pet tarantula

As a committed arachnophobe, I had to return to this photograph of author Gordon Grice and his pet Chilean Rose tarantula no less than twenty times before I could work out what I was seeing and feeling. This photograph began as a picture of my worst nightmare, literally. I read that this species is an ambush hunter: that doesn’t sound good.

Several years ago, in pursuit of medication for a sick fish, I went to an aquarium hobbyist store in Chinatown, here in Toronto. It sold fish, many different species—all alive—and the surprisingly limitless paraphernalia that can come to accompany an aquarium. Little terracotta follies. Nets, oxygen tanks, etc. Out of the all the objects in the store (and the owner, if you want to include him, with all his fishy information), there were only four objects that didn’t fit the set. Two terrariums containing a tarantula each. Why the fish store owner chose to deviate from his remit in this way is unknown. I was fascinated and sickened by my reaction. The tarantulas were inert, maybe the most boring specimens on earth. They did not appear to move between visits. They did not appear to make burrows. They might well have been dead. They just sat there, like separate bumps on separate logs.

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