Thursday, October 21, 2010

Migrant Mother

The Farm Security Administration- Office of War Information Collection is essentially a collection of photos that is meant to document American life between 1935 and 1944 (http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/fsahtml/fabout.html).  At first, the project was meant to document loans made to farmers by Resettlement Administration as well as the construction of planned suburban communities (http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/fsahtml/fabout.html).  As time passed and the project expanded, the photographs began to record conditions, both urban and rural in nature, throughout the United States as well as mobilization efforts for WWII (http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/fsahtml/fabout.html).

This project had a significant impact on society because of what it captured.  The images of this project show Americans at work, at play, and at home.  It highlights rural and small-town life, and emphasizes some of the adverse affects of the Great Depresssion, the Dust Bowl, and increasing farm mechanization.  (http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/fsahtml/fahome.html). 

The “Migrant Mother” photograph is actually a series of photographs that Dorothea Lange made of Florence Owens Thompson and her children in February or March of 1936 in Nipomo, California (http://www.loc.gov/rr/print/list/128_migm.html).  It has essentially become an icon of the Great Depression.  Lange’s work was to document the economic and social trials among the nation’s agricultural workers.

Dorothea Lange
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lange_car.jpg

Thompson later regretted that she allowed Lange to take the photos.  While the photos became very popular, they did nothing to help Thompson out of the financial and social distress that she and her children were in (http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/awhhtml/awpnp6/migrant_mother.html).   The photograph kind of showed her as being vulnerable and helpless. Years later, Thompson’s daughter advised that her mother was actually a very strong woman and a leader, which is probably why she disliked the photo- it made her look overly vulnerable and she certainly wasn’t (http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/awhhtml/awpnp6/migrant_mother.html).

Florence Owens Thompson
http://loc.gov/pictures/resource/fsa.8b29516/


The “Migrant Mother” photographs had relevance back then, and it has relevance now.  When Lange approached and spoke to Thompson, Thompson explained her current living situation.  She explained that she was basically living on frozen vegetables from the surrounding fields, as well as birds that her children managed to kill.  She had sold the tires from her car to buy food (http://www.loc.gov/rr/print/list/128_migm.html).  What Thompson was going through back then isn’t too far off from what happens in society today.  How often do we walk down the street and see a homeless person asking for change?  Times have changed and we consider ourselves more advanced today than people may have been back in 1936.  But people still go through the same struggles.  People still suffer during economic downturns.  People still do whatever they physically can in order to make ends meet.  People will gladly give up their possessions just to ensure a meal.  The “Migrant Mother” photographs represent the idea that the more things change, the more they stay the same. 

Florence Owens Thompson and her children
 http://loc.gov/pictures/resource/ppmsca.03054/

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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

edited/altered images

It is no surprise that near every image you see in modern media has been altered or "touched up" in some way, shape, or form.  Today I altered and edited pictures from my own personal collection.  I specifically chose pictures that I actually love, just the way they are, but wanted to show how these pictures can be altered, emphasized, and de-emphasized in different ways.

The first set of pictures is of one of my heros- my father.  The original picture was taken by me when both my father and I went to Florida in December of 2008.  My father and I decided to go to the beach.  I am not the biggest fan of fishing, but I do love sitting and relaxing on the beach.  So, at this moment, we were both happy and relaxed.


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 The first picture is a picture I took of my father on the beach just as he threw his last catch back into the water and we were going to get ready to head back to the hotel.  I was sitting on a lawn chair and could barely see my father's face because of the strong light from the sun behind him.  He turned to look at me while resting his fishing rod on the ground and asked me if I was ready to go home.  I told him not to move as I scrambled for my camera and took this picture.

In the edited photo, I simply brightened the light from the sun in the background.  It just lights up the entire photo.  Also, in the first picture, you'll notice that my knee is showing in the bottom left corner of the picture, so I cropped my knee out so as not to take away from the majestic look of this picture. To me, this picture looks so regal.  My father looks like some sort of King in the sunset, and the fishing rod is his staff.  I just love it.



The next picture is a bit bizarre.  It was taken 3 winters ago in the evening.  A little known fact about me is that I have Systemic Lupus Erythematosus.  It is an autoimmune disease.  It affects my kidneys.  In 2004, I went into complete renal failure and have been on dialysis ever since.  In 2008, I learned how to operate a dialysis machine and therefore do dialysis myself at home.  Before that, I had to venture out at 6:30am every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday morning to go to the hospital and receive dialysis.



It can get cold in the dialysis unit, so I always carry a duffle bag with a heavy blanket in it.  Early one morning, I put on my scarf and winter jacket and was ready to head off to dialysis.  I bent down and picked up my duffle bag so I could zip it up. It was sitting on the floor near the dining table.  Little did I know-when I zipped up my duffle bag, my scarf had gotten caught in the zipper of the bag.  When I dropped the duffle bag on the ground, my neck was jerked forward by the force of the bag due to my scarf being caught in the duffle bag.  Unlucky for me- the force of my face flying forward was halted by the corner of one of the dining room chairs.  I had smacked the corner of my eye on the corner of the chair.  The result was a black eye.

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I took a picture of my eye after I had returned home from dialysis. How odd is it to describe such a story to others?  I wore a lot of concealer until the black eye faded.  In the altered photo, I used Picasa 3 to add "warmth" to the picture.  I also added tuning, adjusted the contrast, and added a bit of shadowing to the picture to try and camoflague the black eye slightly.  In looking at the altered photo, the result was almost a more pronounced black eye.

I kind of enjoy the original picture because I've never had a black eye, and because the way I got the black eye is so odd.

The last photo might be my favourite set of photos of all.  As I mentioned previously, I am on dialysis.  In order to facilitate the dialysis, I had to have a fistula put into my left arm.  A fistula is essentially when a vein in my arm and an artery are attached surgically, causing blood to flow through more rapidly.  It also causes the vein to get bigger, therefore making it easier to insert the relatively large needles into the vein without blowing it up.  I've always been self conscious about the appearance of my fistula.  It's big, it's weird, and it's ugly.  I usually avoid wearing short sleeved shirts, even on the hottest of days.  I usually wear cardigans or long sleeved shirts.

My friend Carmela is a photographer.  While we were in the park, she encouraged me to allow her to take a picture of me-fistula and all.  Again, I was aprehensive, but then thought that the final result might just come out beautifully.  So, I agreed.


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I ended up loving the picture Carmela took.  After having this picture taken, I didn't feel like I always needed to hide my fistula.  I knew that people might stare, or ask questions, but aside from that, what's the worst that could happen?

In my edited photo, I decided to make the fistula the focal point of the picture.  I made the entire photo black and white, except for the fistula.  The reason I did this was to show that I am no longer afraid to show my fistula or to have people see it.  It is a part of me, and it is my lifeline.  Why should I be ashamed of it?


-all photos were edited using Picasa 3.
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