Tina Modotti
this is from the Masters of Photography series, Aperture Publications, New York. 1999.
I found this as a sideways book, and I find it incredible how it links to so many other things in my own personal life . . . it's almost . . . eerie.
First of all, this book is a collection of photographs from an Italian artist from the 1920's, who was heavily involved in Frida Kahlo/Diego Rivera's work in the post-Revoltion Mexico. Interestingly enough, her character actually was portrayed in one scene of the movie Frida (starring the incomperable Salma Hayek) - some party scene, which I really should re-view again in order to collect names and see what other writer/artists are portrayed there . . .
OK OK OK back to subject: these pics are incredible, such chiaroscuro! (which is a word that I freaking LOVE using and I wish could be placed into everyday conversation . . . but I am proud to use it here) - yes, her contrast between shadow and light is superlative. This woman was a true artist - in the chosing of her subject matter (at one point she did a series of peasants in a rural Mexican village - in other photos she tries to illustrate the disparity between Mexico's wealthy and Mexico's poor, with incredible alacrity!), in the compositions of the pictures (while poised, they also definitely seem in the middle of motion - for example the one with the workers gathered reading the paper - you can almost see them murmuring, mumbling, grumbling), and the sensitivity of her touch.
I may not know photographic art. But I know what I like. I like these pics. Highly recommend that you Google this woman and check out the pics: one of my personal favourites is Bandolier/Guitar/Corn: the title alone conveys all that a halfway decent revolutionary needs in his personal array!
Plus, she had an extraordinary life . . . Italian, moved to Mexico, involved with artists, had husbands/lovers (and yeah yeah yeah! one of 'em was Frida, of course!) - another lover was shot to death at her side; Mexican authorities used the incident to run her out of town - back into the arms of Stalinist Russia, where she spent the 30's supporting hard-line commies against hard-line fascists. Then in the 40's she's back in Mexico City, where she has one of those terribly convenient heart attacks in the back of a cab.
. . . sounds like the basis for its own movie, eh wot?!
Hmmmm.
Check 'er out!
VG
I found this as a sideways book, and I find it incredible how it links to so many other things in my own personal life . . . it's almost . . . eerie.
First of all, this book is a collection of photographs from an Italian artist from the 1920's, who was heavily involved in Frida Kahlo/Diego Rivera's work in the post-Revoltion Mexico. Interestingly enough, her character actually was portrayed in one scene of the movie Frida (starring the incomperable Salma Hayek) - some party scene, which I really should re-view again in order to collect names and see what other writer/artists are portrayed there . . .
OK OK OK back to subject: these pics are incredible, such chiaroscuro! (which is a word that I freaking LOVE using and I wish could be placed into everyday conversation . . . but I am proud to use it here) - yes, her contrast between shadow and light is superlative. This woman was a true artist - in the chosing of her subject matter (at one point she did a series of peasants in a rural Mexican village - in other photos she tries to illustrate the disparity between Mexico's wealthy and Mexico's poor, with incredible alacrity!), in the compositions of the pictures (while poised, they also definitely seem in the middle of motion - for example the one with the workers gathered reading the paper - you can almost see them murmuring, mumbling, grumbling), and the sensitivity of her touch.
I may not know photographic art. But I know what I like. I like these pics. Highly recommend that you Google this woman and check out the pics: one of my personal favourites is Bandolier/Guitar/Corn: the title alone conveys all that a halfway decent revolutionary needs in his personal array!
Plus, she had an extraordinary life . . . Italian, moved to Mexico, involved with artists, had husbands/lovers (and yeah yeah yeah! one of 'em was Frida, of course!) - another lover was shot to death at her side; Mexican authorities used the incident to run her out of town - back into the arms of Stalinist Russia, where she spent the 30's supporting hard-line commies against hard-line fascists. Then in the 40's she's back in Mexico City, where she has one of those terribly convenient heart attacks in the back of a cab.
. . . sounds like the basis for its own movie, eh wot?!
Hmmmm.
Check 'er out!
VG
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