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Looking at Appalachia | Justin Kaneps

Roger May — Sat, 11 May 2013 18:46:06 +0000

Justin Kaneps is a San Francisco-based photographer who recently completed his BFA at The Art Institute of Boston. I first saw Kaneps’ work from Appalachia at last year’s ALL VISUAL TRIANGLE in Durham, North Carolina. I reached out to him in March to see if he’d like to participate in this series and perhaps do an interview. We’ve both been a bit busy over the last few months, he with the New York Times Portfolio Review and being announced as a Magenta Foundation’s Flash Forward Emerging Photographer and I was managing the Testify Kickstarter project (thank you all!).

Without further adieu, I’d like to share some of Kaneps’ work from his series In Our Veins and his first interview.

Your project In Our Veins deals with the relationship between America’s dependency on coal and its impact on Appalachian people and communities. Can you tell me about the project title?

There have been many aspects that led me to the title. I was in a dispatch office in Moundsville, West Virginia and the dispatcher told me an extraordinary story about how he lost his leg in a mining accident when he was working as a bolter 20 years ago. He twisted around in his chair and pulled his pant leg up to display his prosthetic. I was in awe; it was made of carbon fiber (carbon being one of the primary compounds in coal). Coal took his limb, replaced it, and literally became a part of his body.

A concept I came across while working in some of the communities that these people are born into coal, work in coal and die in coal. It’s in their blood. This idea is explored in the Merle Travis song, Dark as a Dungeon. Travis sings in this miner rally song, “until the stream of my blood turns as black as the coal.” I love that it suggested transformation, becoming a part of the resource or landscape. And I began to consider how we refer to the way coal runs underground–in seams or veins. I wanted the title to refer to the fragility of the landscape, its inhabitants and the connection they have to it.

How did the project come about? Why Appalachia? How much time did you spend there?

I had a keen interest in American landscapes that are impacted by industrial development, farming, housings development, etc. and the ways in which society navigates and inhabits these new resulting environments. I was obsessed with Edward Burtynsky’s landscapes while making this work, but I later became frustrated with the work I was making because it became more about the geography (or landforms) and less about the sociology. I wanted the work to be about humanity and its vulnerability in conjunction with the surrounding landscapes.

In Our Veins originated from my interest in company or industry towns and the pride these “idyllic” towns instilled and the ways in which they helped form the American economy and identity. I found myself exploring and photographing abandoned coal breakers in the Shenandoah Valley of Pennsylvania, and that’s where my interest in coal was ignited.

My first true introduction to Appalachia was during a trip I took to Athens, Ohio in October of 2011. At that time I was unaware that it would send me on a trajectory that would eventually form this body of work. I was staying with a friend who was studying at Ohio University; she suggested I take a drive to explore the towns of Cheshire and Racine, Ohio. Within a fifteen-mile radius, these two towns sat amidst four coal-fired power plants. I had never been in the presence of coal plants of this stature in my life; the people, the small town life and the conditions of the surrounding environment humbled me. Following that initial trip, I made about eight trips of lengths varying from one to two weeks. I wanted to know more about the people who helped keep the lights on, and I traveled to areas that concentrated exclusively on coal production. With each trip I learned more about the region. I wanted to see more and understand more, and subsequently I became enamored with the history and culture of Appalachia.

In your statement, you note approaching this work with “profound compassion and respect.” When I first saw your images, those were the words that came to mind for me before even reading your statement. As you know, Appalachian imagery has had a notable absence of these ideals. Can you expound on this a bit and whether or not that affected your work?

The absence of these ideals had a prodigious effect on my work. As a native of NJ I am an outsider in Appalachia, I knew I was dealing with sensitive subject matter and I wanted to maintain a strong integrity in the way I made the images. I want my viewer to respect the region, but also be aware of its darker sides. Your question of why these ideals are absent is a difficult one for me to answer. Artists, writers and “Hollywood” tend to focus on this “dark” side, and I wanted to avoid including it exclusively, but it’s there and it needs to be presented.

There are varying classes and cultures living in every region of the United States, yet why are we drawn to the poverty of Appalachia and harshly critique or deride it? I’m perplexed at the lack of contemporary images evoking pride in Appalachian culture. Personally, I respect those who work in mines or have to live amidst the coal plants’ plumes; it’s not an easy way of life. I have a lot of questions that are still unanswered, and the images I will make in the future will hopefully provide those answers for me.

How aware were you of the visual stereotypes of Appalachia and how did you work to avoid them?

When I started, my perception of Appalachia came from films, books and photographic works. I was aware of other photographers who were making work in the region, such as Shelby Lee Adams, and how his images operate to viewers.

As we are all aware, Hollywood neglects to depict Appalachia in a kind light and constantly recycles and reinforces the stereotype of a “hillbilly,” a term I believe that was coined in the early 1900s in a New York Journal article.

One book that created a quandary amongst historians and critics, and yet is considered important (I’m told), is Henry Caudill’s, Night Comes to the Cumberlands. He received a lot of criticism for accuracy in the book; it’s an oral history passed down five generations from a native Kentuckian. Caudill mentions that those who settled in Appalachia in the Seventeenth and Eighteenth centuries were the “social outcasts” whom England and Scotland wanted to dispose of. They worked for their freedom in the new world on tobacco plantations and fled to the mountains for cheaper land and to escape the plantations after their indentured agreements were satisfied. His text suggests that Appalachians were ruffians from the beginning of their existence. He plays into the stereotypes, and most stereotypes have some truth behind them, but they prevent us from seeing beyond the stereotype and delving into the reality of who someone or what some place accurately is.

I’ve had countless conversations with Appalachians about stereotypes. Some look at me and laugh when I say I am from New Jersey, and ask me why I don’t have orange skin and spiky hair. This stereotype about New Jersey exists, and because of media representation, some may think this is true of the majority of our state. This is also true of Appalachians stereotypes; they exist, but there are more to the people and place than what meets the eye.

I wanted to point to cultural signifiers, but that had the potential to reinforce stereotypes if photographed as the primary subject. So I challenged myself compositionally to work these into the images in a subtler respectful manner.

You talk about the underlying connection you have with these folks, through the land and the air. That’s incredibly perceptive for someone as young as you are (how old are you, by the way? 22?). I think that’s something a lot of people don’t realize – young and old. Or maybe they do realize it and just don’t care. Where did your sense of scale and relation come from (I guess values is what I’m asking about)?

(I’m 23.)

Thank you for the compliment, Roger. I owe those values to my parents. I spent my summers in coastal downeast Maine. I grew up exploring the wilderness there, getting lost in the pines and just sitting by the ocean for hours on end. I dreaded heading back to my populated suburban New Jersey town. I longed for the warm, but crisp air that existed in my summer days in Maine and when we would have a day similar to that in New Jersey, I would inhale a deep breath and pretend I was back amongst the pines in Maine. I loved how just air could allow me to access a place.

It wouldn’t be until I was older that I would really think about how deep that connection is. I want my viewers to realize that they aren’t removed from the coalfields completely, that we share this country and that our necessities and resources come from all different regions. We share this environment, and what we do, small or large, has some direct or indirect effect on one another.

I imagined the miners producing the coal, the plant producing the energy running through our power systems and our country flipping on the light switches. We’re closer than one may realize. How often does one really think about that?

Prior to making this work, I made a 5,100-mile car trip one-way across the United States, and it profoundly affected my outlook on the varying connectivity of resources that force us to depend on one another as a whole country, which I failed to realize prior to taking that journey.

Coal seems to be such a polarizing issue in Appalachia, you’re either for it or you’re against it. Can you talk about working in these communities (PA, WV, OH, and VA) and how you navigated this while working there?

My stance on coal is often the first question I am asked after briefly explaining my project to a potential subject or someone from whom I am seeking information. When I first approached this project, I may have viewed coal in a somewhat negative light because of the resulting environmental complications.

I spent time with activists and miners on my trips. During a short residency in Bristol, TN I spent time with professors born and raised in Appalachia whose studies concentrate on the culture and economy of Appalachia. I began to realize that I couldn’t approach the work solely from the viewpoint I held earlier. Such a polarizing issue must be well understood, and I intended to show both sides of the story. Coal is an extraordinarily complicated relationship. It’s an integral part of the Appalachian economy and has significant impact on the way Appalachians identify themselves.

Many Appalachians are extremely ambivalent (although some may not want to admit it) toward the coal industry. This includes miners and business owners who depend upon coal to survive. One major source of their ambivalence is mountain top removal; many feel that it is destroying their homes, but still realize that without coal, their livelihood and towns may cease to exist. Coal is life and death in Appalachia; it’s a catch 22. As I mentioned earlier, such a polarizing issue has to be well understood.

I read a report published by Virginia Tech that discussed predictions of the socioeconomic status of coal towns if coal production continued to decline. The report was written in 1997, and some suggestions such as school condensation, job loss, and aggression between “neighbors” due to stress are very real. If America wants to “clean” up coal or shift from it completely the people and economy of Appalachia needs to be extremely considered, or else a substantial section of our country may digress into a depression.

Can you talk a little bit about your research process for this project?

Some of the most valuable resources I have are the individuals who have allowed me into their lives and shared their experiences and knowledge of where they are from. I recently befriended someone in a Virginia coal town with whom I now stay when I travel there. He loves his heritage and is a wealth of information about the region, giving me books to read, films to view and surprising me with artifacts to take home. I often feel like an anthropologist; doesn’t a photographer in some way portray that role?

I decided to record audio of everyone I photographed. I did so more as a resource for myself, and then I realized the beneficial relevance and augmentation it provided in expanding the perceptive communication and connectivity with the viewer of my images, and I have since used the audio to accompany some of my pieces in exhibitions or during talks that I’ve given.

I collected resources from coal companies, from the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) and from various fiction and non-fiction books. As I mentioned earlier, I spent time with people who mine, and then the very next day I would spend the day with an activist. I visited museums, monuments and even had a meeting with Alpha Natural Resources. They didn’t like me very much. They wouldn’t look me in the eye, and the meeting didn’t last very long, which really bummed me out.

While I spent a great deal of time shooting, I spent an even greater amount of time personally teaching myself about the region, including the correct pronunciation of Appalachia, which I learned from the very beginning.

Do you see yourself working on future projects in Appalachia?

In Our Veins isn’t completed yet; I need to make some more images from ideas sparked during my residency. I have yet to get underground, and I may have the chance in one of my next trips. I’m applying for grants to assist in completing the project.

I see myself revisiting Appalachia for the rest of my life. I’m unsure what a new project might be. Perhaps a separate chapter may exist solely on the production of coal (if I am able to make it underground), or I may explore the music of the region. I had the opportunity to go to a bluegrass night at Lay’s Hardware in Coeburn, Virginia, and I fell in love with the dim tungsten lighting, the hum of the guitar and the rhythmic two-stepping that filled the gathering hall. I even indulged in two-stepping myself and was forced by some locals to participate in a cakewalk. It’s in the same town where American bluegrass artist Ralph Stanley lives. I almost went and knocked on Ralph’s door, but the blizzard warnings that were occurring set back some other shooting plans I had and I subsequently ran short of time. Ralph, if you see this, I would love to chat with you and make a photograph.

Word has it, you’re a bluegrass fan. Who are you listening to these days?

Merle Travis, The Stanley Brothers, Red Allen, Earl Scruggs, Lester Flatt… all the old guys! This is a recently acquired interest, and I’m still exploring as much bluegrass as I can while searching for more ideas that I can include in my work.

All photographs © Justin Kaneps.

Cumberland Mountains, VA – 2012
Everybody’s Goal, Coaldale, PA -2011
Yard Worker, Gilberton, PA – 2011
Mural, Glouster, OH 2011
Church, Shippingport, PA – 2012
Apartment Complex, Coeburn, VA – 2012
Low Vein Mining Hat, Coeburn, VA – 2012
We’re Mad, US Rt. 33, OH -2011
Afternoon Game, Cheshire, OH – 2011
Mr. Lampe, Shippingport, PA -2012
Bob’s Leg, Moundsville, WV – 2012
Sandy and Her Red Hat, Norton, VA – 2012
Ohio Living Room, Athens, OH – 2011
Shane’s Childhood Home, Moundsville, WV – 2012
Shane in the Bathhouse, Moundsville, WV – 2012
Mine Portal, Moundsville, WV – 2012
Chasity, Cheshire, OH – 2012
Reclaimed, Cumberland Mountains, VA – 2012

Looking at Appalachia: Les Stone

Roger May — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 17:28:47 +0000

Les Stone is a photographer based in Claryville, New York who has worked extensively in the coalfields of Appalachia as well as Iraq, Afghanistan, Israel, Kosovo, Liberia, Cambodia, Panama, and Haiti. His images are powerful not only because they bring to our attention important and often overlooked people and events, but because they do so in a visually arresting way. You can see more of his work here.

Les and I got in touch via Facebook, which eventually led to a phone call. It was clear to me from the outset that he was deeply moved by what he saw in Appalachia. The outrage in his voice about miners suffering from black lung disease, his primary focus in West Virginia, was palpable. The passion I heard on the phone is easy to see in his photographs. I asked Les to write an essay to accompany some of his work from Appalachia.

Deep in the Heart of Appalachia

McDowell County, West Virginia is one of the poorest and most remote counties in the United States. Because of coal mining, Welch, had at one time the highest concentration of millionaires in the United States. When I drive down these two lane mountain roads, it feels like another world, far away, perhaps another country, certainly not the wealthiest country on the face of the planet, the USA. For those of you who have never been here, it is truly a special experience and forget all the stupid hillbilly jokes; there are real and great people here with real problems and we are all part of each other’s lives.

Thousands of immigrants from Europe came to find work in the coalfields of Appalachia, to Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Kentucky to name a few. Welch, the county seat of McDowell, is scarcely a shadow of it’s former self, but still today more coal is taken out of this area than any time in its history. Mechanization and non-union mining has caused this area has become almost destitute, not to mention that many of these companies have treated the people here with ethical disdain and criminal and moral neglect since the beginning of mining here. Domestic wars have been fought here and hundreds, even thousands, have died in mining accidents and during strikes. Labor history was made here in Appalachia that affects all Americans today.

Black lung, heart disease, diabetes, and drug abuse are endemic in Appalachia. Black lung disease is on the rise among all the miners. Many of formerly wealthy towns in the area are now little more than ghost towns and most of the coal camp towns have fallen into complete poverty. Yet, still to this day the only jobs that pay more than minimum wage are the most dangerous jobs in the world, coal mining. These few jobs are greatly coveted and coal mining, down through the generations, is as so many people have told me again and again, “in our blood.” I’ve met sons who have left the area, gone to college, got an education and come back to mine coal. Mining is not only in the blood, it still pays more than any other job they could potentially get anywhere else. Generations of families have survived and prospered from coal mining.

Few people here have health insurance and or easy access to clinics. Life in many parts of Appalachia almost appears to me to be at third world levels of poverty. It’s incredibly difficult, yet Appalachian people are some of the proudest, kindest people I’ve ever met.

In the context of a world economy from which we are all suffering, some of our fellow countryman have had it a lot worse for a long time and they should not be forgotten. In fact, they need to be celebrated as heroes; they’re the reason the lights are still on. I don’t say that to celebrate coal. We need to find less polluting alternatives and quickly, but as in all decisions involving policy you can’t forget that people’s lives are deeply affected and directly impacted by those decisions.

Many of these men dying of black lung disease live out the remainder of their lives in pain and heartbreak with little faith left in either the coal companies or the government that has neglected them. Their eyes have been wide open their whole lives. They know what’s possibly in store for them and they know they’re sacrificing their health for family and they do it proudly. Many are bitter, and rightfully so, about how they are treated after no longer being able to work long hours at hard labor in terrible conditions. Most of us wouldn’t work underground no matter what the pay is.

All of these people have so many stories, so profound that I can say that I am greatly challenged as a photographer and storyteller. I can only scratch the surface of their lives and every time I plan a trip back, I make the calls and find out another person has died since I was last with them. I’ve never been so stirred by my work.

I did not grow up in Appalachia. My experiences are completely different and I don’t know what difference I can make for me or anyone and maybe that’s the point. I feel better personally meeting and knowing these incredible people and I think they feel the same. For me, photography is a form of immortality, always living when everyone is gone.

Les Stone
April 2013

All photographs and essay “Deep in the Heart of Appalachia” © Les Stone.

Review: Faith, Serpents, and Fire: Images of Kentucky Holiness Believers

Roger May — Sun, 14 Apr 2013 14:17:49 +0000

CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR WINNER – CAROLYN PARKER!

Hardcover| 9.5 x 9 inches | 128 pages | 88 black and white photographs
University Press of Mississippi, 1999 | Scott Schwartz

“And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.” Mark 16:17-18, King James Version

As far back as I can remember, well before picking up a camera, I’ve been fascinated by the serpent-handling faith. This religious tradition has long been ridiculed and used as an example to highlight the Appalachian backwoods stereotype. I’ve wanted to photograph these services for a while now and though I’m far from the religious upbringing of my Appalachian childhood, I look forward to making some pictures later this summer. Why? I’m simply fascinated by an obedience that would call one to take up a serpent as an act of worship. I’d like to photograph these services as a celebration of faith and tradition.

I picked this book up at the 2013 Appalachian Studies Conference in Boone, North Carolina. At the same time, I was reading Dennis Covington’s fabulous 1995 book Salvation on Sand Mountain: Snake Handling and Redemption in Southern Appalachia (which Schwartz lists in his bibliography). One of the more striking passages from Convington’s book is below, and as a photographer, I’ve mentally substituted ‘photographer’ for ‘writer’ and found it to be especially true:

“I believe that the writer has another eye, not a literal eye, but an eye on the inside of his head. It is the eye with which he sees the imaginary, three-dimensional world where the story he is writing takes place. But is also the eye with which the writer beholds the connectedness of things, of past, present, and future. The writer’s literal eyes are like vestigial organs, useless except to record physical details. The only eye worth talking about is the eye in the middle of the writer’s head, the one that casts its pale, sorrowful light backward over the past and forward into the future, taking everything in at once, the whole story, from beginning to end.”

Before I continue, I should let you know that if you’re expecting technically superb, sharp images from Schwartz’s book, you’ll be sorely disappointed. What the book lacks in technical merit, it more than makes up for with the supplemental text and depth of the work in its entirety.

Schwartz notes in the introduction:

“The photographs were taken with 35mm, 400 ASA film, without flash, in an effort to intrude as little as possible upon the services. As a result, the film was “push-processed” two and three stops. The pronounced grain and the strient patterns of light in these images are the result of this process and of my desire to have the photographs represent the mood of the spiritual experiences. The photographs and essays record the complex and sometimes humorous social interactions that I encountered and provide an intimate glimpse into serpent-handling practices and beliefs, moving beyond the stereotypes of Appalachian snake charmers and fire eaters to illustrate the deeply personal and communal spirituality that is an integral element of the services.”

It’s clear to me that though Schwartz took a scholarly approach to the fieldwork conducted for this book, much like Covington’s journalistic approach to Salvation on Sand Mountain, both men experienced far more than they bargained for. I don’t think it was an accident that I discovered these two books at roughly the same time I’m doing prep work for my own experience with this community. Together, these books have helped reinforce my interest in the subject and my desire to add another voice to the conversation.

Schwartz writes, “Everything seems so natural, yet the media’s blitz about a recent serpent-handling fatality paints a much darker and more sinister picture of these people. However, I am drawn by a brighter image.” It’s usually then, and only then, that the media’s attention is on this tradition. It’s important to note that this isn’t a widespread Appalachian religious tradition contrary to popular belief. However, when there’s a fatality, such as Mack Wolford‘s in West Virginia last year, the notion that serpent handling is a common part of worship in rural churches throughout Appalachia is once again perpetuated.

Another passage from Salvation on Sand Mountain:

“It’s not true that you become used to the noise and confusion of a snake-handling Holiness service. On the contrary, you become enmeshed in it. It is theater at its most intricate – improvisational, spiritual jazz. The more you experience it, the more attentive you are to the shifts in the surface and the dark shoals underneath. For every outward sign, there is a spiritual equivalent. When somebody falls to his knees, a specific problem presents itself, and the others know exactly what to do, whether it’s oil for a healing, or a prayer cloth thrown over the shoulders, or a devil that needs to be cast out.”

If you’d like a chance to win a copy of Faith, Serpents, and Fire: Images of Kentucky Holiness Believers, please leave your name, city, and state in the comments field by midnight EST, Friday, 26 April 2013. I’ll select a winner at random the following day.

Testify: the Kickstarter Project

Roger May — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 01:54:02 +0000

Hey folks! I’m excited to announce the launch of my Kickstarter project to make Testify a book, something for you to hold in your hands, from me to you. I need your help to make this happen, so please head over to the project page to learn more about it. Please contact me with any questions you may have. Thanks for helping me make this a reality!

Where I’m From

Roger May — Sat, 16 Mar 2013 15:44:57 +0000

My friend Cindy Shepherd from Oneida, Kentucky posted a poem on Facebook a few days ago, which was an exercise she planned to do with a group of elementary school children. After reading it, I was moved and inspired to write my own version of ‘Where I’m From.’

I’m from sitting quietly beneath a great birch tree in the hills, my heart beating in my chest as I watch my granddad nap, shotgun across his lap.

I’m from looking for crawdads in the creek, pant legs rolled up, and cold mud squishing between my toes.

I’m from where the Tug divides West Virginia and Kentucky and where you can’t tell the difference between the two.

I’m from soup beans and cornbread, and my mawmaw asking me to pour her “about this much” coffee.

I’m from church on Sunday, pews full, arms uplifted, and Jesus is coming soon.

I’m from where coal is king and the people are not, but they make their living and don’t complain.

I’m from where the Hatfields and McCoys fought and loved and died.

I’m from where the mountains meet the sky, wild and wonderful, and there’s no place more beautiful.

I’m from wanting to leave and needing to get back.

I also had the pleasure of speaking to my good friend Joy’s Introduction to Documentary Studies class at the Center for Documentary Studies. I shared some images from Testify and talked about the process of making the work. A few years ago, I was a student in Joy’s class, working on a project and trying to figure out where I was going with it. It was in this class, that I began to rethink my project, step away from it for a bit, and develop it into something altogether different, more personal and nuanced. If you’re even remotely interested in documentary work, I can’t recommend Joy’s class enough. I had a great time and met some great folks. Thanks for having me!

1. The Tug River from the West Virginia side near the Chattaroy Church of God, looking across into Kentucky, 1 March 2013.
2. Joy Salyers’ Introduction to Documentary Studies class, 14 March 2013, shot on Fuji Instax film.

Sustainable Williamson | Economic Diversification in Appalachia

Roger May — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 02:03:09 +0000

“Our goal at Sustainable Williamson is to usher forth a national proactive movement of communities and companies united to make sustainability become a reality for individuals, communities, towns and cities across the nation. The “proactive” component of this movement consists of respecting communities that, both today and in the past, have provided resources that support our way of life. Whether it’s coal, silver, silica, natural gas, steel, rubber, or even superconductors, the message is always the same: We thank you for all your hard work! As a new sustainable economy unfolds, the economies and communities that are dependent upon finite resources should not collapse or suffer as a result of our economy transitioning to utilizing more sustainable resources.” J. Eric Mathis (above), Commissioner with the Williamson Redevelopment Authority.

Williamson is the county seat of Mingo County, West Virginia, the Heart of the Billion Dollar Coalfield. Once a bustling center of commerce and the hub of regional coal and banking industries, Williamson’s decline began following two major floods in 1977 and 1984. Like many Appalachian communities, Williamson’s fortunes have been tied to the coal industry (in some counties, up to 40% of jobs rely directly on coal). As the coal mining industry declined, many communities suffered. Today, the Appalachian Regional Commission (ARC) ranks Mingo County as one of the most economically distressed counties in Appalachia based on three economic indicators: average unemployment rates, per capita market income, and poverty rates. Problems in the community include high rates of poverty (21%), and serious issues of public health The U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) estimates that 12.5% of adults in Williamson have diabetes and 35.3% are obese—both are above the national average. Many of these issues are exacerbated by a lack of resources—it is difficult for many citizens to purchase necessities to maintain or promote health, such as healthy food and medicine. [Excerpted from the project page here.]

Despite these statistics, big changes are happening in Appalachia. This is a great opportunity to make an impact and help Sustainable Williamson with their goal of redefining the economic landscape of the central Appalachian coalfields. Please consider being a part of this incredible project!

Support their campaign by contributing here: www.indiegogo.com/sustainablewilliamson

See the video here: https://vimeo.com/60905729

Testify featured in Oxford American’s EYES ON THE SOUTH

Roger May — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 16:44:24 +0000

I’m happy to have my work featured in the EYES ON THE SOUTH photo blog over at Oxford American. They’re running 22 images from Testify. You can see the entire piece here.

Thanks for looking!

Testify in The Independent Weekly

Roger May — Thu, 28 Feb 2013 01:00:39 +0000

Testify is featured in this week’s Photo Journal in The Independent Weekly. You can pick up a copy until next Tuesday, 5 March 2013 and you can see the project in its entirety here. I’ll have a few more exciting announcements in the coming days and weeks.

Thanks for checking in!

Looking at Appalachia | Joshua Dudley Greer

Roger May — Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:21:24 +0000

Joshua Dudley Greer is a Visiting Assistant Professor of Photography at East Tennessee State University in Johnson City, Tennessee. His series, Point Pleasant, caught my eye some time ago because of its Appalachian connection. The project also stood out to me as an anomaly of sorts of fine-art Appalachian landscape photography. There seems to be no shortage of “gritty*” documentary photography and photojournalistic projects about Appalachia, but I’ve had a hard time finding landscape work outside of the Smoky Mountain or Appalachian Trail genre. (Andy Adams‘ fantastic Looking at the Land exhibition, featured six photographs from Appalachian states as well as an image of Greer’s from California.)

While researching the 1967 Silver Bridge collapse and its connection to the Mothman legend, Greer learned of a nearby TNT complex whose subject matter eventually came to construct the series. He agreed to share some of his work from the series. The Point Pleasant project statement:

The West Virginia Ordnance Works (WVOW) was an explosives manufacturing facility constructed during World War II just outside Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Occupying 8,000 acres along the eastern bank of the Ohio River, the WVOW was built specifically for the production and storage of trinitrotoluene (TNT). At its peak, nearly 500,000 pounds of TNT were produced here each day and stored in a massive array of concrete igloos. The site was officially declared surplus and closed in 1945, after which time much of the land was deeded to the state of West Virginia for the creation of the McClintic State Wildlife Management Area.

A large system of ponds and wetlands was constructed as a habitat for waterfowl, migratory birds and other wildlife species. This area came to be known simply as T.N.T. and developed into a popular hangout for local youth, hunters and fishermen. In the early 1980′s, EPA and state investigations revealed that the groundwater, soil and surface water of T.N.T. were heavily contaminated with explosive nitroaromatic compounds including TNT, trinitrobenzene, and dinitrotoluene, as well as arsenic, lead, beryllium and asbestos. The site was placed on the EPA’s National Priority List in 1983 and extensive cleanup efforts began in 1991. While a large portion of the original facility has been remediated, many of the toxic and explosive contaminants were simply buried on site. The remnants of the WVOW facility survive as relics to our nation’s violent history, while the re-purposed landscape hides much of its true nature just beneath the surface.

The site that remains outside Point Pleasant is a haunting place of beauty, mystery and violence. Using an 8×10 view camera, I am photographing the ruins of a once monumental military-industrial complex as it tangles with the surrounding landscape of forest, fields and swamp. While certain structures offer a glimpse of what has transpired on this site, many of my photographs refer indirectly to violence and environmental neglect through metaphor. The repetition of specific imagery is intended to create a labyrinth of sorts where certain motifs are experienced over and over. The interplay of visibility and invisibility that runs throughout these images alludes to the way in which we commonly misperceive both contamination and beauty through strictly visual means. TNT storage igloos are depicted in a serial typology to convey the massive scale of contemporary weapons production, while the emptiness of the landscape, photographed with a muted palette and diffused light, is meant to evoke a kind of post-apocalyptic environment – one that is at times bleak and somber, yet also strangely resilient and beautiful.

There is a familiarity for me with these photographs. They, on some level, remind me of how outside agencies – public and private – have, for decades upon decades, come to West Virginia with the promise of jobs and a semblance of security only to leave (taking jobs with them) a wake of environmental destruction and a threat of danger to mountain communities. I see similarities in a long-neglected and potentially dangerous landscape. In the last few years, the nation’s awareness of the destruction caused by mountaintop removal mining has increased exponentially under the watchful eye of communities and a plethora of environmental groups. Greer shows us spaces that are “re-purposed” landscapes, much like the reclaimed mountaintop mining sites in southern West Virginia, and as Greer notes, “these places hide much of their true nature just beneath the suface.” In the case of southern West Virginia, where I grew up (130 miles from Point Pleasant), what was hidden beneath the surface – coal – has been extracted in the most violent of means, often using TNT, and then left flattened, forever altered.

Greer’s ability to showcase the “interplay of visibility and invisibility that runs throughout these images” is a powerful reminder that what isn’t seen is often just as powerful – sometimes more – as what it shown.

1. Station 36, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2012
2. TNT Storage Igloo N1-B, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2009
3. TNT Storage Igloo N1-F, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2009
4. Bones and Branches, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2012
5. Bullets, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
6. TNT Storage Igloo N1-A, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2009
7. TNT Storage Igloo S6-B, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2009
8. North Acid Area, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2010
9. Path S7 (Entrance), Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2012
10. TNT Storage Igloo S7-G, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2010
11. TNT Storage Igloo S8-A, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
12. Path N3, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
13. Pond 34, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
14. TNT Storage Igloo S1-E, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
15. TNT Storage Igloo S3-A, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
16. Pond 3, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2009
17. South Acid Area, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2010
18. TNT Storage Igloo S5-A, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2012
19. TNT Storage Igloo N7-A, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2012
20. TNT Storage Igloos in Pond, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2010
21. Interior, TNT Storage Igloo S1-A, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
22. Interior, TNT Storage Igloo S7-B, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2010
23. Interior (Exploded), TNT Storage Igloo S7-F, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011
24. Campfire, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2009
25. Dead Deer, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2010
26. Drag Trail, Point Pleasant, West Virginia, 2011

*I used the word “gritty” sparingly, intending to reflect the played out notion of how Appalachia has been portrayed.

Testify Update | Project Statement & Housekeeping

Roger May — Tue, 29 Jan 2013 01:04:14 +0000

So, my portfolio site is experiencing technical difficulties. While I’m in the process of rebuilding it, I wanted to share my Testify project statement as well as another look at the book dummy I’m working on. Thanks for your patience and I’ll let you know when my portfolio site is up and running again.

Testify is a visual love letter to Appalachia, the land of my blood. This is my testimony of how I came to see the importance of home and my connection to place. After moving away as a teenager, I’ve struggled to return, to latch on to something from my memory. These images are a vignette into my working through the problem of the construction of memory versus reality. My work embraces the raw beauty of the mountains while keeping at arms length the stereotypical images that have tried to define Appalachia for decades.

The word ‘testify’ carries both a religious and legal meaning. In the pentecostal holiness churches of home, a portion of time during a church service is devoted to allowing members to share publicly what God has done in their lives; their testimony. In legal terms, one’s testimony is a statement accepted, sworn under oath, believed to be true and acceptable.

I am both an insider and an outsider and though I maintain a safe distance in my photographs, I attempt to invite you into the intimacy of family, of sacred space. Testify is my bearing witness of a personal journey, of never truly being able to go home again, to seek answers from my ancestral home. Appalachia testifies of timelessness and natural beauty. The mountains testify of protection and sanctuary and at the same time the horrible destruction of mountaintop removal mining. The people of Appalachia testify of their pride and resilience. Old time religion testifies of the power in the blood and a heavenly home just across the shore.

My grandfather told me that I have two ears and one mouth, which means that I should listen twice as often as I speak. Through these images, I’ve tried to do just that – to listen more than I speak, both with my voice and my cameras. These images arise out of my pride of where I am from and where I am of, and an enduring love for Appalachia.

This is my testimony.