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- Landscape, Film and Photography
Foreword
At the end of ‘A Letter’, the third story in Isaac Babel’s
1926 collection Red Cavalry, the young soldier Vasily Kurdyukov hands the
narrator a ‘broken photograph’ of his family:
It showed Timofey Kurdyukov, a broad-shouldered country constable in a uniform
peaked-cap and a beard with a parting; immobile, high cheek-boned, with a
glazed stare in his colorless, vacant eyes. Beside him, in a little bamboo
easy chair glimmered a tiny peasant woman in a house-jacket that had been
let out at the seams, with highly-coloured, consumptive and shy features.
And against the wall, against that shabby provincial photographic background
of flowers and doves, towered two lads—monstrously huge, slow-witted,
broad-faced, goggle-eyed, frozen as if on drill parade, Kurdykov’s two
brothers—Fyodor and Semyon.
The story, which is told principally in the form of a letter home to his mother
(seated in the bamboo chair in the photograph) dictated by Vasily to the narrator,
describes how the three brothers (Vasily and the ‘goggle-eyed’
Fyodor and Semyon), serving in the Communist Red Army, found themselves on
the opposite side of the Russian Civil War from their father (the ‘broad-shouldered’
constable), the commander of a company in the tsarist White Army. We learn
that one brother, Fyodor, fell into the hands of the opposing army where he
was recognized by his father, who ‘slashed him until dark’ and
left him unburied and that the other brother, Semyon, tracked down his father,
who had by then dyed his beard and donned his civilian clothes, and killed
him.
When, at the end of the story the narrator describes the photograph, the image
is shocking—perhaps because we feel we are being shown the mysterious
missing beginning of a story which has just ended violently; perhaps because,
caught up in these final events, we have forgotten that the characters all
emerged from under the same roof in the countryside of a now unreachable old
world; or perhaps because we experience an uncanny sense of recognition of
a group of people we have never met or even seen.
In Isaac Babel’s story one finds a sharp, implicit commentary on the
nature of photographs: the counter-intuitive promotion of a trivial detail
to command great, even unwieldy, significance; the eerie feeling of prophetic
knowledge with regards to the subject’s fate intertwined with the sense
of irretrievable loss which compelled Susan Sontag to call photography ‘an
elegiac art, a twilight art’; the notion of the photograph as the most
truthful record or proof of something’s past existence, whether it is
a distant landscape or a human face.
At the same time, the end of the story is ironically a haunting vision of
a scene which is impossible to see, a high-jacking of the effects of one medium
(photography) by another (prose) and, although the narrator has assured us
that he has recopied the letter ‘word-for-word, in agreement with truth,’
the final photograph is anything but documentary proof. It is possible that
Isaac Babel met the young soldier while traveling with the Red Cavalry as
a war correspondent; it is even possible that he saw such a photograph. Most
likely, however, he saw the photograph in his mind, as vividly and terribly
as one sees a memory or a dream. Just as the French critic Roland Barthes
writes: ‘I may know better a photograph I remember than a photograph
I am looking at,’ the images one knows best of all may be those which
have flashed suddenly in one’s imagination and lodged in one’s
mind.
It is this same sort of illumination that colours our experience of landscapes,
films, and photographs, each of which may evoke concurrently a sense of memory
and a sense of astonishment. Thus occasionally one comes unexpectedly upon
certain landscapes, both natural and manmade, which appear to have been formed
and lit according to one’s inaccessible, personal plan, waiting as if
in anticipation of being discovered and, as with Kurdyukov’s photograph,
recognized and acknowledged. One may seek out these sites deliberately: in
an interview, the filmmaker Werner Herzog stated: ‘The starting point
for many of my films is a landscape, whether it be a real place or an imaginary
or hallucinatory one from a dream, and when I write a script I often describe
landscapes that I have never seen. I know that somewhere they do exist and
I have never failed to find them.’ Or, one may even alter them to fit
one’s vision, as when Michelangelo Antonioni, directing Red Desert,
his first colour film, ordered that the trees, grass, and factory pipes of
his locations be painted over in accordance with his mental picture of the
scenes.
An artist searches for images and their communicable realization with the
urgent restlessness of an explorer or a geographer seeking a passage through
two mountains or a meeting of several rivers. The removal of a table from
a scene or the addition of a green feather may be a step into the jungle in
the right direction. Thus the mystique exuded by the few remaining locations
in the natural world felt to be unexplored—the middle of the Amazon,
the very bottom of the ocean, outer space—and the possibility of finding
there a sight from the most distant dream. And yet, foreign travel can at
times seem oblique, an excursion off the track which distracts from the dream
or even obscures it: as Sigmund Freud wrote in a letter: ‘In previous
decades I often had travel dreams with sequences of the most wonderful landscapes.
After I began traveling, they became rare.’ The crucial, imagined site,
rather, may be right outside one’s window.
Driven by mental images, we arrive at exotic, even paradisiacal landscapes
and exclaim, with the poet Elizabeth Bishop: ‘There are too many waterfalls
here’; better, as we walk through them, to embrace the knowledge that
as we traverse their paths, memory is painting the surrounding trees a slightly
greener shade.
Alexander Nemser
Backword
Given that landscape painting is a genre within art and film and photography
both technologies, the question could suitably be asked as to what the common
link among them is. Despite the static images, sometimes deceptively so, that
the term landscape art can now inspire, and even although photographs and
moving images seem like their dynamic, modern antithesis, it is landscape
art more than any other type that is the closest relative and certainly precursor
of what has been achieved with film and photography.
The attempt to make an imprint of reality is certainly one that the photochemical
effect, where light darkens certain chemicals creating an “instant”
image, lends itself naturally to – so much so, that the Lumiere Brothers'
film L'arrivée d'un train en gare de La Ciotat almost immediately created
the urban legend that it had produced panic amongst the audience who believed
the train would be coming out of the screen twoards them (unlikely, since
its 1895 audience would not have been foreign to the new inventions in photography
and its moving counterpart).
Reality, or better yet, a slice of it, since the frame and canvas impose their
own restrictions as much as the stamina of the artist, was a concern and raison
d'etre of the very first attempts at landscape art. A landscape is an attempt
to capture one piece of the visual world in the same way as a photograph or
a film would later be (the word derives from the Dutch "landschap",
which had a much more prosaic meaning, a patch of cultivated land). The very
first examples of the beginnings of landscape art are the Roman frescoes of
Pompeii that depicted mostly agricultural scenes set against a background
of changing seasons.
In both cases, first in landscape art and then with film and photography,
there have been subtle, at times very overt, attempts to subvert this initial
premise of a window into the world. If the artist starts with a shared assumption
with the audience that this is life as it is, with no additions or changes,
there is a very strong urge to use that to present a particular slice. Little
by little, the choices become such that additions and changes are precisely
what do occur and the slice of reality presented is the artist's own. So that
even as late as 1917, the invention of photography by then almost a century
old, the Cottingley photographs using crude handmade cutouts of fairies could
still create a minor sensation and a legion of gullible commentators.
Of course, most introduction of the artificial and the fantastical into art
has never been so deceitful, but many artists have found it useful to maintain
the ambiguity between which was which, and landscape art was certainly no
different. In Western art, the genre was initially used to portray mainly
biblical landscapes, and later those of antiquity. Artists like Nicolas Poussin
and Claude Lorrain knew they could have it both ways, presenting natural landscapes
taken throughout their travels in Italy, yet also sutbly rearranging details
to create the Renaissance dream of the Arcadia that had been classical civilization.
Such paintings were able to suggest both a reality and the ideal, with the
message that if they fitted in the same landscape (or patch of ground) then
the latter was most certainly attainable.
In the nineteenth century the possibilities of this mixed message were more
fully explored, leading John Ruskin to call landscape art the pre-eminent
art form of the era in his Modern Painters. For Caspar David Friedrich, landscape
became allegorically daunting and imposing; for Turner, it would be a hellish
metaphor.
Many of the ideas and contradictions of landscape art were tailor made for
the images that film and photography could offer. Their main appeal at first
seemed to be that slice of life quality, the same ability to capture the moment,
but to do so at an even faster rate and more reliably. The first few motion
pictures of the mundane had titles that could also easily serve as a synopsis:
Thomas Edison's Fred Ott's Sneeze in 1894 or another Lumiere Brothers' offering
The Sprinkler Sprinkled from 1895 serve as good examples.
But it didn't take long for the first cinematographers to realize that framing
and capturing reality led to an interesting mix of both restrictions and freedoms
(to screen means both to show and to conceal – what linguists call an
autoantonym).
George Melies at the turn of the century began to experiment with artificially
created vignettes, such as sending explorers to the moon (A Trip to the Moon,
1902) an image that wouldn't be taken in real reality until more than sixty
years later. From that moment, the race was on, and film and photography began
to omnivorously feed on images not just from landscape art, but from all art.
Impressionism and pointilism, the fantastical landscapes of surrealism, have
all influenced the need for film art to photograph images in new ways, at
times more abstract, at times seemingly more immediate. From a train arriving
at the station, to Kubrick's images of pure moving light in 2001:A Space Odyssey
there has been a long journey of exploration.
Photography, perhaps because people feel it is more static, has remained more
grounded in its documentary and reportage roots, and not enough attempts have
been made to introduce the artificial and surreal in this form of art, although
Cindy Sherman and Gregory Crewdson, with their staged photographs might be
on to something.
If the art genre can be lumped together with the technology, then, it is because
historically it has had a similar development and developed the same collusion
with their audience that what they are seeing is a bit of reality, an open
the windows and copy what you see approach to art. From that basis, combined
with the requisite restlessness of successive generations of artists, the
possibilities (to use some tired phrasing) have been endless.
Eugenio Triana