The kids aren’t all rightUnsettling photographs at the Bell Gallery November 13,
2007 7:24:26 PM
AN EMOTIONAL JOLT: Greenberg’s “Shock.”
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Children inhabit strange synthetic worlds in the exhibition “KIDS” at Brown University’s Bell Gallery. Gallery director Jo-Ann Conklin brings together 33 images by three photographers — Julie Blackmon of Springfield, Missouri; Jill Greenberg of Los Angeles; and Ruud van Empel of Amsterdam — who photograph children and digitally manipulate their images.
Van Empel creates breathtaking eerie magical scenes of children in lush forests, jungles and ponds. In “World #1,” a black girl in a pristine white dress stands holding a white flower under the giant leaves of a lush green jungle. In “Untitled #1,” a white girl with blonde braided pony tails stands in a lacy white dress with her arms stiffly at her side amidst a birch forest. In “World #13,” a topless black boy with big solemn eyes stands waist-deep in a pond. His hands are folded in front of him in what feels like a religious pose. (Van Empel is inspired by First Communion photos.) The boy is framed by big leaves and pitcher plants. At top, a lily pad floats above his head like a halo.
These photos, from 2003 to ’06, are assembled by combining as many as 100 images into a single scene. They recall the lavishly staged and retouched campy dream photos of French duo Pierre et Gilles; the chilly digitally-manipulated photos of children by German photographer Loretta Lux, and Chicago painter Kerry James Marshall’s scenes of black residents (their skin painted simply black) of housing projects called gardens.
HUMOROUS AND OMINOUS: Blackmon’s “High Chair.”
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Van Empel’s scenes are filled with ravishingly vivid colors, and dreamlike shifts of scale and space. Kids appear in their Sunday best or stripped down to shorts. He often photographs their heads, arms, legs, and outfits separately, giving many of them a doll-like appearance. He has a terrific eye for details that make the scenes pop, like a violet flower in a tangle of green foliage. Then Van Empel, a white Dutch guy, lightens or darkens skin tones to emphasize the kids’ race. He pictures white kids in deciduous forests and black kids in jungles. On the one hand, the scenes are like mini-Edens, pure and holy’ on the other, they call forth stereotypes of Aryan princesses and primitive jungle tribes. It’s dangerous, electric territory.
Blackmon stages and digitally stitches together scenes, by turns humorous and ominous, of white kids doing the
darnedest things in a neat middle-class world. These photos from 2005 to ’07 feel like Gregory Crewdson images starring the preschool set. A girl in
a white dress hides behind a gold curtain in what appears to be her bedroom. Her ruby red slippers lay on the floor before her, pink gum stretching from the sole of one to the floorboards. In “High Chair,” a diapered kid stands up precariously in a high chair while no one seems to be watching. In the next room, we glimpse the broom of someone sweeping. In “Cupcake,” a boy with blue frosting all over his lips and a cupcake in his hands gives a possessive stare. A baby crawls away. A woman sits with her feet up, waiting for her toenails to dry, watching TV. A boy climbs a column. Who knows what could happen?
Greenberg, a commercial photographer, began her 2005 series of photos of weeping children when a boy model began crying during a studio shoot. She kept photographing. They all have a similar format: little topless kids from the navel or shoulders up posed before blue-gray backdrops under bright studio lights. The kids tear up, gasp, drool, howl from wide-open mouths. She digitally alters the photos to emphasize tears and grimace lines. Greenberg gives them titles such as “Four More
Years,” “Shock,” “Faith?,” and “Apocalypse Now” that reflect her anger and despair about life during the Bush Administration and the evangelical
right. It’s hard to resist the heartbreaking pull of these crying children. Conklin reports their outbursts were sparked by “the Hollywood trick of taking candy away from a baby.” You want to comfort them — even if you know that kids naturally cry for all sorts of reasons, many small, and now and again for no reason at all. But after a couple of these pictures you get the point, and the emotional jolt wears off.
“KIDS” | The David Winton Bell Gallery, 64 College St, Providence | Through December 21
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The RISCA showcase; plus, Jon Laustsen
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Imi Hwangbo and Jae Ko at Bell Gallery
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The DeCordova’s classic kids photos, plus Pixnit’s graffiti, and Malcolm X
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Central European videos and more at URI
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'The World as a Stage' at the ICA
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New works at Traverse, Chazan, and Dead Cat galleries
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Bread and Puppet tours Bush's inferno
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The origins of the vagina dentata
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Rampant consumerism and Iván Navarro at Tufts, ‘Some Sort of Uncertainty’ at Axiom
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Apocalyptic dread in the galleries
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- Jared Radding at the new Franklin Street Art Space
- Moyra Davey at the Fogg, ‘Two or Three Things I Know about Her’ at the Carpenter Center, and Arno Rafael Minkkinen at BU
- Commemorating the Katahdin Lake purchase
- Imi Hwangbo and Jae Ko at Bell Gallery
- ‘Maori Tattoo’ at the Peabody Essex, Jim Henderson and Ann Torke at Boston Sculptors, and Student Shows at the MFA and SMFA
- The DeCordova’s classic kids photos, plus Pixnit’s graffiti, and Malcolm X
- Arthur Ganson at the ICA at MECA
- 'The World as a Stage' at the ICA
- A fitting opening for 'Inappropriate Touching'
- Samuel Bak’s ‘Remembering Angels’
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