Have you ever noticed that certain people seem blessed? Some years ago, while I was in the Peace Corps, the universe always shone on a guy named Billy, despite his obliviousness to the normal rules. If he decided, for instance, to take a sudden weekend trip to the backwoods of Turkey, and he had no plan other than to enjoy himself and see what could be seen, nothing bad ever happened. He was never mugged, nor thrown into prison, nor kidnapped and held for ransom. Instead, on his first day in the country he would meet the regional mayor or other such person, whod take him home to meet an eldest daughter with whom hed spend seven satisfying days being fed grapes and local bread.
I hate these sorts of people, dont you? They are holy fools, real-life Elwood P. Dowds or Forrest Gumps who are not at all like the rest of us. They are not constrained by the conventions that hold normal folk in check. Life is a hard and bitter event, but they receive only blessings.
Alec Soth is such a person. Speaking artistically, anyway, people and good fortune seem to flock to him as a matter of course. Sothas he mentions on the gallery video, and as Ive seen in personis able to bend normal rules in order to make visual magic happen. That is, he can convince busy and overworked people to perform superhuman feats of endurance and forbearance, standing or sitting in front of him as he makes endless adjustments to his camera. And you should know this: Soths process of shooting is very complicated and time-consuming. His R. H. Phillips and Sons 8x10 Compact camera must be reconstructed on each use from a variety of parts, and it uses large and expensive negatives that slide one at a time into the cameras back. The cameras lens is particularly sensitive to variations in light and has a shallow field of focus that causes the artist to be very fussy in taking a picture. Soth told me several years ago he was lucky if he managed to make one or two exposures on a given day of shooting with this camera.
Soth would have us believe that its precisely this ordeal that allows him to peer into the souls of strangers. That is, Soth says because he hides underneath a hood and stares at the ground glass at the back of the camera rather than at his subjects, they are not aware of his gaze and they become less self-conscious, more open. So that while people normally are guarded against each other and skeptical of encounters with strangers, hiding behind masks of general indifference, with Soth they unmask themselves.
Whatever the reason for it, we can see the unmasking in his images. The best works in Portraits are magical and poetic revelations of a subjects naked psychological state. In Jim Harrison, Livingston, Montana, for instance, Soth has coaxed the perfect light and composed the elements and details of the imageincluding the position of the subject himself--to reveal much more than is apparent. In a corner of a strange room the author sits small and tired, his cuffs dirty and face ruddy, on an old steel-blue chair. Overhead loom two large elk heads, whose expressions are more lively in death than the authors in life. Oddly, a wired video camera rests in the horns of one elk, a modern element that contrasts with the throwback details of the marble wall, tile floor, well-worn antique bureau, and exposed pipes. The blue-white light of the setting, playing off the blue chair and the blue tinge in the marble wall, raises the warmly russet elk heads to a massive, iconic status, while the ruddy and pot-bellied subject is diminished compositionally to a state of spiritual isolation. And there is that matter of the subjects glance off the leftwhat is he looking at? Is he uncomfortable? If hes uncomfortable, why is he even sitting for the portrait? Nothing in the subjects face can escape scrutiny, and the unguarded natural state of a human spirit is brought to paper by the peering, diamond-etching gaze of the lens of Soths camera.
Another image I like for this quality is Alex, Nicasio, California. In it, a woman stands as though just discovered on a path. This image has the theater of a Renaissance painting, the girl a modern Madonna, inscrutable and visually perfect. Soth's best images are often richly detailed and painterly, even symphonic, in their tonal composition, and this image is a good example. The young womans orange hair and orange lipstick play compositionally like grace-notes off the yellow-orange tinge to the leaves in the foliage on either side of the path and off the orange articles of clothing in the mesh bag she carries. As a counterpoint, the womans toenails, the mesh bag itself, and a gem on a necklace around her neck are all greenish blue, mirroring the deep bass notes in the rest of the dark blue-green foliage around her. What makes this image work is the point-counterpoint of complementary blue bass notes and orange grace notes. In Daniel, Niagara Falls, Ontario (2004), fugues of redin a balloon tacked to the wall over the shoulder of the subject (a young boxer), a red thumbtack on the wall next to his left elbow, and a red shirt and red wrist wrapsprovide a way to move through the image and discover a hidden story. Namely, the spots of red lead the viewer eventually to notice the faint hint of blood on the boys nostril and chindetails we miss at first glanceand realize this boy has just been fighting, which explains the strange, empty look on his face.
Of course, I was being glib when I suggested Soth is a blessed fool, as I know theres more at work in his photographic practice than luck or divine intervention. In fact, Soth is able to draw people to him and convince them to work with him; his skills are so eerie that I once wrote he was a used car salesman of a photographer. I happen to know this because I was fortunate enough to go out on a shoot with him one summer and see his method in action. On a hot August Monday afternoon, Soth found a lonesome soul drinking at the end of a workmans bar and began working to convince the man to sit for a shoot.
"I'm drawn to dreamer types--people who dream big, is what Soth told the guy, whose name was John. Something told me you were a dreamer." When the subject finally agreed, the photo shoot itself took several hours and went through several phases. There was a steam-bath hot phase in the attic of the mans house, where he was surrounded by rock posters, boxes of LPs, and clothing from the late 1970s. Soth did a lot of rearranging here, apologizing all the while as he repositioned posters, brought lamps forward, and moved other objects to make a new version of what was present before. John was gracious, saying it looked cleaner than it had in a long time. Later, after all this work and as the afternoon light began to die, Soth took afterthought photos of John downstairs in front of long, metallic-gold drapes. Soth asked him to hold an accordion that was sitting close by, and again began the process of taking light meter readings, positioning and repositioning the camera, and peering at the ground glass under the hood. This was when John was finally revealedseveral hours after they had begun.
That it took that much effort and gumption on Soths part to get this one image is the real secret to his success. Its not that the universe shines on Soth; rather, as with my friend Billy, Soth is able to achieve great things because he is unafraid to attempt them.