Georgs Avetisjans

Motherland. Far Beyond the Polar Circle | This is the story of a town, which was built upon the bones of Soviet prisoners, a city in which many deported Latvians once lived. My mum was born in Igarka in 1952, which is in Siberia, in Russia, 163 km north of the Arctic Circle. On June 14, 1941 my grandma was deported to Siberia. She lived there until the summer of 1956 and hasn‘t spoken about it ever since. There was just a sense of wisdom and misunderstanding about the past, much like the landscapes that hold this dark and silent history and testimonies frozen in time.

Grandma’s first husband was the First Commander of the Guard Squadron of the independent Latvia. He was considered an enemy of the USSR and taken to Sevurallag, the Soviet gulag camp in Sverdlovsk region where he died from cold, starvation and humiliation in the winter of January 31, 1942. He was separated from my grandma as most of the men from their families and wives with a promising hope to meet again. After many years of surviving alone in Siberia, my grandma met my grandpa in Igarka. He was from Smolensk in Russia and expelled on July 29, 1950 from Johvi, Estonia.

During the next deportations in 1948-1951, thousands more civilians were forcefully moved to Igarka from their homeland and newly occupied territories of the USSR. Many of them died from the cold and poor conditions in the winter of 1948-1949.

I went to Igarka during the winter of 2019-2020 when the average temperature was -40C, to pay tribute to those who survive, survived or sadly didn’t, and to those who still live there and were forced to start living there 70 or more years ago in these weather conditions.

In the last decades, the seemingly infinite landscapes of the Yenisei River and Siberian taiga have led Igarka and Northern Siberia in Russia to be seen as a place of romance. But the vast expanse holds many memories of the millions whose lives were affected by Stalin’s Gulag labour system. Today, of course, the community in Igarka has its own hopes and dreams for the future. Residents hope for the revival of the railway, they hope that one day they will become the oil capital of Siberia with many new jobs in oil, mineral and natural gas fields, they hope for the revival of the agriculture and timber industry, expansion of the airport and free fishing without the regulatory burdens of today.

I used a Soviet-made medium format camera - the Salut - with Mir lenses which could become just as unreliable as the whole Soviet system and therefore added additional conceptual significance to the project.

This is a chapter of the trilogy in which each part deals separately with the notions and meanings of Homeland, Fatherland and Motherland from a deeply personal and autobiographical perspective.

Georgs Avetisjans and Milda Books just launched the Kickstarter campaign “Motherland. Far Beyond the Polar Circle” - a journey far beyond the polar circle that brings to light memories of Soviet deportees and contemporary stories through a photobook www.farbeyondthepolarcircle.com

Devin Fitchwell

Broken Bridges | Broken Bridges began as a documentary project using a variety of materials. I used my own images of my Nana’s home and abandoned Westinghouse Nuclear Research sites around Pittsburgh, audio recordings of my interviews with my nana, found imagery, and documents to create a dialogue between myself and my Nana about my Uncle Jimmy dying of cancer. Jimmy worked for Westinghouse's Nuclear Energy division headquartered down the street from his home in Pittsburgh. During his time there, he was a proud laborer that worked on cleaning out the flooded reactors at Three Mile Island (TMI), as well as a flooded reactor in Belgium. In 2017 while on his deathbed, Jimmy attempted to join a lawsuit against Westinghouse in hopes of using his portion of the settlement to pay for his cancer treatment. Jimmy provided work IDs, and work itineraries, and even recalled a time when his hazmat suit was ripped open by an employee who was having a panic attack while they were in a flooded reactor chamber. Jimmy was denied settlement as the legal team in charge of distributing settlement could not prove the workers assigned to TMI and other reactors were exposed to material that could cause such health problems as the ones he was experiencing.

“During the Job at Doel Nuclear Plant, A Laborer had a violent panic attack which required me to physically remove him from the bottom of Reactor Vessel. Upon completion of removal, I noticed my plastic face mask had a huge crack/break in it. The Health/Physics Man told me “not to worry about it”
-taken directly from Jimmy Fitchwells legal claim paperwork.

One of the major functions of Art is to speak truth to Power. There needs to be a conversation concerning the casualties of innovation driven by capitalism and the consequences that are dumped on to the working population. In cases like my uncle, they are kept from the truth entirely. The only way I was given access to this story was by interviewing my Nana and going through documents my uncle Jimmy happened to keep to remember his time working for Westinghouse. In fact, there is little to no documentation of Westinghouse's involvement with TMI available on the internet–everything I've learned is from documents that Jimmy happened to save and interviews with my nana and former employees of Westinghouse in the Pittsburgh area. The reason I've spent years pursuing this creative work is that it is the only option I have to express what little was left by Westinghouse. In circumstances where the corporation is able to determine “truth”, such as the Westinghouse settlement, the outcome is that the prior truth of the people swept up in these systems is erased. There are no accessible records of what material Jimmy handled, and thus the “truth” is that he did not handle any material that could have caused his specific cancer. Jimmy’s truth may be lost forever, and it is because of this loss that my work here must be creative and speculative in nature. In a way, I’m attempting to create mythology as a counterpoint to the fact received via the official story. Such lost battles are common and becoming more so. The relevance of these conversations and the power of the myths crafted therein, increase in tandem with both the authority of the corporation(s) and the severity of their negligence. My hope is that by presenting this work to as many people as possible they will feel the pain my Nana felt, and will be encouraged to look around them and understand that this story is not rare and that it is being retold all around them every day. It is not a conspiracy. It is in the nature of corporations to create these disasters as we allow them to function in this country. www.devinfitchwell.com

Nika Sandler

The Romance of the Fungus World | In "The Romance of the Fungus World", researchers Rolfe write that in literature, folklore and science, fungus are often associated with pestilence, death and decay, and their physicality appears creepy and repulsive. In this series, I move away from the mycophobic images of fungoid entities in terms of conventional ideas and show their ability to be creative and hospitable. I depict fungus as being like unearthly creatures, as in myths and theories about their cosmic origin. https://sites.google.com/view/nikasandler/

Xuan-Hui Ng

I began photographing 12 years ago as a form of self-therapy. The death of my mother plunged me into a downward spiral until a chance encounter with nature set me on the path to recovery. Its vastness gave me a sense of perspective, while its majesty reignited in me a sense of wonder and adventure. Initially, the urge to photograph was born of an urgent and desperate desire to prolong the serenity that nature brought.  Over time, I began to enjoy simply being in the forests, lakes and meadows.

The scenes I photograph are set in Hokkaido, Nagano and Aomori, Japan. Each of these locations are very different but united by their extreme natural beauty.  I am drawn to Hokkaido because I used to visit it often as a child, while Nagano and Aomori are known for their cherry blossoms.  I often photograph at intense moments, at extreme temperatures or during snowstorms.   

Now more than ever, we need to alleviate the stress in our lives and heal.  Studies show that nature, or even images of nature, can provide symptom relief, lower stress levels, and reduce depression and anxiety.  I hope these photographs of the natural world provide a brief reprieve from life’s harsh realities, by reminding us of the beauty in all things delicate and fierce. www.xuanhuing.com

Beth Burstein

MELT | MELT is a series of photographs of items that no longer exist. It is an ongoing study of impermanence and erasure. The beautifully fine crafted antique or pre-owned items I photographed for this project had been merchandise in my father’s antique store. Like other antique dealers and jewelers, he saves unsold or damaged sterling silver items and jewelry jumbled together in a large barrel until the market price of silver and gold is high enough to make a profit, and then sends them to the smelter to “melt”.

 Most recently, with antiques and sterling silver items barely desirable, my father decided to send to the smelter many pieces I thought were too beautiful to be destined for this fate. As the barrel filled, I was struck that each item, with its own story, would forever be gone. I felt an urgency to document this growing collection, and thankfully my father gave me the time I needed to photograph them.

 These pieces, created to last a lifetime for everyday use or special occasions, were about to disappear forever, many with specific uses that are now obsolete. Customs and tastes have changed. As I photographed it struck me that this act of melting would not only wipe away people’s treasures - it would eliminate the memories of these objects that are part of a vanished collective culture. Now my images hold the memories and histories of these once treasured objects, and I will continue to photograph then as long as the “melt” barrel is being filled. www.bethburstein.com

Laura Roth

Great Expectations | I use photography to document the things around me. My work is a balance of reality and fiction. It is the process by which I choose to explore the people, things, and world around me. My sensitive perception helps me to look at things differently. I always like to pay attention to details. Focus on details keeps us in the present and distracts us from the things that are going on around us.
Taking the theme of islands as its starting point, this photo series “Great Expectations” traces a broad arc from paradisiacal expectations of island living to tourism in times of the climate crisis. How could island life - which we always associate with a relaxing place of longing - take place in the future?  rothlaura.com

Dan Moro

I try to capture subtle or banal moments that might be representative of larger themes in my photographs. I aim to crystallize fleeting moments into a static memory that can be looked back on at any point, and I try to think of my photos as memories themselves. These particular photos are from a collection titled "You Wave Goodbye". They're centered around the challenges of the transitions I've made within the last 5 years to get to this point in my life, and focus on living in central Connecticut.  danmorophoto.com

Andy Mattern

Ghost | Platinum photographs are considered to be the most permanent of all photographic processes, but they have a little-known side e!ect. Their key ingredient, the noble metal platinum, reacts with other paper if left in prolonged contact. After decades, a faint mirror image appears on the nearby surface. In this project, these found “ghost” images are rephotographed and then made them permanent again as modern platinum prints. The intention of this circular process is to harness the mysterious visual qualities of the source images and point to a surprising wrinkle in the fabric of photographic representation. According to current research, the original platinum prints are not depleted in this process, meaning they can theoretically reproduce themselves infinitely if given enough time. andymattern.com

Jordan Utley

Out Here On Our Own | Rock Springs, Wyoming is a boomtown. Although due to its economy being historically tied to the extraction of resources from the earth, the town has seen several stark bust periods. This boom or bust cycle is the focus of the book, “Out Here On Our Own: An Oral History of an American Boomtown,” written by J.J. Anselmi. I was commissioned to give ocular proof of the words gathered through countless interviews conducted for the book. Although this work is focused on the community of Rock Springs, it could be about any town in America. Hundreds of places in this country are going bust, or are about to, and this is where the true story lies. Rock Springs is home to massive Halliburton and Schlumberger facilities, now abandoned. This economic fallout has led to far above average rates of drug use and suicide.

The people of Rock Springs are resilient. It takes a certain kind of strength to live in such an unforgiving place. In fact, the high desert winds are known in local folklore as being the last straw, a deciding factor to the area’s high suicide rate. Although, it’s far more likely to be the lack of opportunity.

Rock Springs has long called itself, “Home of 56 Nationalities,” but it is far from diverse. Racism in the United States is nothing new, and Rock Springs is no different. In 1885, Rock Springs was home to a massacre of Chinese immigrants working in a local coal mine. The emergence of Donald Trump did not help ease any tensions in an area with an already checkered past. Through good and bad, the people of this community persevere. Rock Springs, Wyoming. Anytown, USA www.jordanutley.com

Samuel Fradley

Winds of Change | Winds of Change reflects on a difficult and uncertain time in Britain’s history and my own personal fears and anxiety about not only Britain’s future, but the future of the world and its effects on those close to me.

The old world is dying, the one that we knew has gone. As echos of 1930s Europe engulf Asia and the United States, it has become clear that the balance of power and future of humanity has changed. Where Britain belongs in this new world is yet to be found. www.samuelfradley.com

Madina Gadjieva

One of Us | The Republic of Dagestan is one of the regions of Russia where patriarchal worldview and traditions dominate in society, imposing restrictions on a person's behavior, hobbies, and appearance. The restrictions are accepted and considered to be natural here, as people’s choices are strongly guided by public opinion. But however traditional a society might be, and however negatively dissent might be viewed, there are always people out there who seek a different life. The heroes of the project are young people of Dagestan who are not afraid to be different and challenge conservative social norms and stereotypes every day despite the fact that most people condemn them. madinagadjieva.com

Kon Markogiannis

Divine Decay | Divine Decay is a series of photographic/mixed media constructions informed and inspired by holy texts, illuminated manuscripts, death memorials, alchemical/occult symbols, sacred geometry, religious icons and Renaissance panel paintings.

The work deals with memory, remembrance and decay and tackles issues such as spirituality which is often neglected but also essential for the well-being and inner balance of the individual in our hypertechnological and increasingly materialistic society.

The gritty and damaged appearance of the images alludes to fragility, mortality and the transient nature of earthly existence. Although such subjects are generally perceived as rather morbid and depressing, reflection on their significance could prove to be an illuminating way of reflecting on life. www.konmark.com

Brian O'Neill

Beach Boulevard | This project is a meditation on the constitution of the local and its effects. For example, the prioritization of economic production and consumption at “the local scale” is known as fiscal localism. As a normative political philosophy, constitutional localism is posited as the solution to political polarization and social unrest, shifting governance to “the local level.” Beyond/beneath/within (it’s all a matter of context) federalism, we can have different forms of localism. Furthermore, one’s views might be cast aside for being “localist,” due to preference for a place, a space, that limits the vision of possibilities of engagement with the wider world.

All of these things make “the local.” In considering these localisms and cognates, localism can also correspond to a site of reflection and analysis connecting fragments of experience that bind people, capital, and technology.

Southern California is a particularly apposite laboratory for building such vernacular connections. Tracts of homes, of trailers, the grid of streets and highways extending into the horizon, oil fields, industrial plants, strip malls, and personalities can all be precisely photographed. On my “minimal adventures” along the capillary avenues of Huntington Beach, California, Beach Boulevard served as my orientational axis. This project, culled from tens of thousands of photographs, archives, and observations, is therefore a multimedia meditation on place, but also a societal condition.

Susan Georgette

With this body of work (it felt like) I had no choice......it pulled me along the road like a pied-piper, taking me where it would. This is a story of a land, of a county within the Heartland of Florida, where few people go - as most flock to the two coasts looking for beaches. It is a story of diverse communities living within the area of a small American town: the franchised and the disenfranchised bumping up against one another in a strange, unusual, comedic - sometimes hilarious - but harmonious way. Cowboys, cattle, the orange industry, workers from Mexico - legal, rodeos, antiques , closed-down mental institution where some of the inmates wandered into town and never left. The kindness of people to one another regardless of status. My first work - within this story - "Cowboys & Oranges" was just the beginning though I did not know it then. Here I give you: ARCADIA, Fla. www.susangeorgettephotography.com

Yentl Gijbels

Dear | Dear, Touch this letter tenderly with your eyelashes. Don’t overthink. Re-read only at dusk or dawn. Put it away, store it somewhere in your dreams. Allow it to become fluid, tear it apart, put it back together. Whatever you do, don’t try to reason with it. Yours truly, X www.yentlgijbels.com

Shira Gold

By A Thread | Nights consumed by thoughts that swing between hesitation and hope, always questioning. In the face of darkness and uncertainty, how do we choose to step into the light?

The isolating experience of a global pandemic upended my relationship with space, time, and community. Feelings of isolation evolved into a solitary sanctuary – a residence of self-exploration and reflection. Then, amid variants and opposing viewpoints, I was told to let go of my masks and reveal myself to the outside world as we all stepped into a revised normal.

Regulations intended to guide and protect us have highlighted the significant moral and political divisions that cut through our social worlds. How do we heal? The ever-evolving reactivity and adjustments to our daily life and the trepidation of shifting towards the new were the inspirations and catalysts for this body of work.

By a Thread is a response to the uncertainty of transition, deconstructing the feelings that arise in response to tightening and loosening rules. It reflects on humanity’s need for order in the face of disorder, and the sense of uncertainty we feel as we navigate those conflicting impulses within our selves and our society. Oft maligned, moths evoke a sense of rebirth and regeneration, with an innate pull towards liberation through their symbolic and transformative beauty. After such a prolonged period of blackout, we too are called to leave the haven of our cocooned worlds behind. In this transition, we are drawn instinctively to the dawn and the hope that it brings, a promise that until now has been just beyond reach.

Conceived amid Covid in the fall of 2020, By a Thread reacts to a “moth outbreak” that besieged Vancouver’s lower mainland. After much evolution, the series finally concluded in synchronicity with the easing of pandemic mandates. In keeping with earlier series, the imagery of By a Thread expresses a shared experience through visual metaphors. Semi-transparent moths are delicately suspended while taut, artificial threads delineate rules and safety orders, a gesture towards our tenuous relationship with the future. Haphazard strings intersect, disrupting the certainty of our path and signifying discord. Silk fibres illustrate a natural arrhythmia that complicates the emerging present.

As with the luminescence of the moths’ wings against the backdrop of negative space, we too have within ourselves the capacity to take flight and move forth. www.shiragold.com

Douglas Caplan

Japanese Vending Machines | This project explores the colorful world of Japanese vending machines. Japan has 5.52 million vending machines spread across the country. With a population of 127 million people, that’s about 23 people for each vending machine. Each year 6.95 trillion yen (US$65 billion) is spent on vending machine purchases in Japan. Japan is a culture like no other. Traditions are honored and conformity is expected. But while cultural shifts are changing the attitudes of younger generations in particular, Japanese vending machines continue to thrive and serve as emblematic reminders of the conformity and the convenience that is central to Japanese culture. There is virtually nowhere in Japan that can offer escape from vending machines. They simply exist. They are efficient and reliable. They are colorful and inviting. I find them elegant. www.douglasedwardcaplan.com

Camus Wyatt

peace in a little heap of livid dust
Photographs from New Zealand Aotearoa 2020-

‘… one can find here in New Zealand all the drama needed for a thousand novels, plays or poems.

For the world is here, not somewhere over the horizon…

All the world is here, waiting for us to heal our own blindness.’ — James K. Baxter

peace in a little heap of livid dust is an ongoing work begun in 2020, a few months into the pandemic. It is about this place and time; things that change, and things that stay the same. It is based on our relationship with nature - a particular aspect of life on these islands – and on the process of long, slow looking. www.camuswyatt.works

Curtice Taylor

Victorian Men | “Wretched social laws—a result of neither health measures nor any logical judgment—have diminished my work. They have hindered my means of expression; they have prevented me from bringing enlightenment and emotion to those who are made like me.” —C.P. Cavafy, 1905

ClampArt is pleased to announce “Curtice Taylor | Victorian Men”—the artist’s first solo show with the gallery.
Curtice Taylor imagines a young English gentleman moving to New York City in the late 19th century. He is the third son of a well-to-do, perhaps aristocratic family. Not in line for major inheritance or title, the imaginary man came to America where the prosecution for his private proclivities were less severe. Well-educated like other men of his class, he was also intrigued by the scientific breakthroughs of the day from Darwinism to archeology. Photography, the very new, scientific process for capturing reality, particularly fascinated him. Upon arriving in the city, he joined one of the many flourishing camera clubs and soon found a studio with north-facing light overlooking Union Square.

Taylor pictures the artist as well traveled, visiting and photographing Roman ruins and papal gardens. And when back in England, he photographs English gardens and landscapes, along with the odd portrait. It was these images for which he was known, and many were sold in a few well-placed galleries.

However, it was in New York that Taylor’s mythical artist photographed male models, which make up the bulk, though not all, of his “found portfolio.”

It is with this fictional man in mind that Curtice Taylor shoots portraits in his actual studio on Union Square in New York, which was built in the early 1900s, complete with northern light. Employing alternative printing processes of the 19th-century, specifically cyanotype often toned with ammonia and tannic acid, Taylor then frames the works in period frames or appropriate reproductions, building his own collection of portraits of Victorian men. Taylor writes: “I see my artist behind his 8 x 10, wood and brass camera instructing a model to stand nearer to the draped curtain and to not look at the camera.” In fact, it is Taylor himself directing the young men which appear in his images.

Taylor augments the photographs with written artifacts of the Victorian era to reflect the frustrations, anxieties, and longings of gay men who lived in those painful times. “While my work is imbued with nostalgic thoughts and aesthetics, it also recalls past desires and longing for the glow of youthful skin illuminated by natural light.” www.curticetaylor.com

Lauren Zhou

Model Minority | My maternal grandmother passed away in October of 2021. After that, photography re-entered my life as a source of comfort and a way of processing my loss. I sought to use photography to celebrate my paternal grandparents, who currently work and live in Flushing, Queens. In Model Minority, I explore the American Dream as it relates to Asian Americans in New York.

None of my grandparents graduated from college, so they’ve never held professional jobs. In Flushing, my grandma earns money by selling her cross-stitch and Zhong Ze (a Chinese sticky rice dish); my grandpa helps with the finances.

Growing up as a first-generation Chinese American, I felt so much pressure to exceed academically. A lot of people think of Asian Americans as a monolith. They excel academically. We live out the American dream. But that's not necessarily true. Especially for what I've seen in Flushing.

This series is a celebration of Flushing and all of its service workers, as well as a celebration of my family. The process was closure for me, following the death of my grandma, reaffirming photography as a creative, healing presence in my life. laurenzhou.myportfolio.com