We're Back !

Flying Home


Well, back in New York, 6000+ pictures richer (hopefully). The downside being the monumental editing job ahead. Looks good for a new book, though. We are pretty much up to date archiving so we now have half a chance of finding what we want - now that's rich!
But the real richness was the experience that we treasure of music, atmosphere, friends and feast. We always find it hard to leave Louisiana. The catch up in daily things and work doesn't make it easier but we have the memories to keep us warm.

Keeping Warm

Here's Susan enjoying a November day at Grand Isle, the Gulf of Mexico at her back. We started off in Lafayette, meandering down along the bayous, meeting some characters and wound up in Grand Isle with a room facing the beach. We ate great food (particularly in New Orleans) and the mosquitoes ate us.
Now for the work; so we can go back.

Into the swamp

Tuesday evening and Kurt is back. We're off to the swamps where internet access will be sketchy at best so we may be out of touch for a few days. If anyone gets bitten we'll be sure to let you know. We leave you with a shot of one of our traveling companions.

Happy Trails to You

Kurt here. Yesterday was visit day as we said hellos and goodbyes before heading south. Preceeded by a swamp visit of course. Once again Bryan Champagne, master tour guide (use a french pronunciation and then give it a southern twist) came through and I believe our shots were quite improved since yesterday. Free of charge, we also picked up some local lingo such as "I could see your face from the back of your head".

The other day we got to witness something purely Louisiana: a trail ride party; seemingly hundreds of people on horseback riding along the highway. These rides seem to be somewhat segregated as we saw both a white and black event.






Along our travels we passed an orange grove and picked up some straight from the grove fruit. And as always we saw the unique style of house building (and state of decay) so predominant in this area which contrasted sharply with our drive at the end of the day when left the 50's and 60's for the year 2000+ of Baton Rouge.

Week in a Day

Yesterday was one of those travel days where disparate things, make a day feel like a week compressed. We started on Lake Martin photographing birds and gators with Bryan Champagne.









Had a cafe, des graton and boudin, went to a Jam at Tom and Lori's, went over to Jenerette to see Stephanie and the sugar cane fields and ended up eating vast amounts of shrimp and crab at the local.




We met Joel Breaux, a sculptor/architect who's building a sustainable house that as it is transformed by the weather, becomes a work echoing that transformation. Turns out he is also a fiddle player and turned up at the jam.
The distaff side of art was represented by Lori Henderson, a sculptor of bird and humanoid forms, and of course, Stephanie Patton, feminist sculptor/painter, who showed us some early works including the zany purses in the photo.

Blackpot

Blackpot Festival was everything one could hope for. Great music nonstop, incredible food in the cook-off, beautiful weather, friendly people and dancing, dancing, dancing.

We got to see old friends like, Mr. Don Montoucet, world's great Cajun triangle maker, musician and humorist and make some new ones like, Miss Renee Angelle, a young woman of poise and charm who is sweet and friendly and Miss Teen Etoufee.

I think the same quote I heard about the Chinese could be true for the Cajuns, "Cook everything but the squeal" --things we New Yorkers do not see--everything from alligator to squirrel to hog's head cheese--something I'd only read about.

I think the purpose of the blog is coming clearer to me -- a true visual diary. A repository to the photos that are not part of any serious artistic effort but are important none the less. Perhaps they are taking the place of what Julia Cameron, author of The Artist's Way, calls "morning pages." I'd rather shoot than write.

This diary invites others too by way of sharing and comments. Today is dedicated to my friend, artist Jon Berge. I promised to post some photos of another artist friend, Stephanie Patton who lives down here in Louisiana. Here you go...

Gone to Lafayette

We made it to Louisiana for the Blackpot Festival. Bands were great and it was great to see old friends. Here are a few of the first day snaps.

Spooky Public Art

Kurt and I have the opportunity to see/experience many public artworks because we live in New York city. Since I saw Kathryne Hall's work at the recent conference, I've been thinking a lot about public art.



We experienced The Gates, a site-specific art installation by Christo and Jeanne-Claude, "experience" being the definitive word. Another recent artwork that we loved was called The Encampment and took place on Roosevelt Island. It was transformative.



First you took a train, then the Tramway, then we walked past spookily lit old hospital buildings, to be met by a field of a hundred of tents, a unique private experience in each tent about the days of Bedlam. One was of a Civil War soldier's dying, another of Billy Holiday's incarceration as a girl. You could see both sides of the river, Manhattan on one, Brooklyn on the other.It was only open at night and it was mysterious and moving.




The Encampment was a project that erected 100 illuminated expedition-style tents on the south point of NYC's Roosevelt Island from 5-7 October 2007 Created by Thom Sokoloski.