I SPENT a little time a few weeks ago interviewing photographer Warren Hill for show he was preparing for featuring his work celebrating community organizing and the power of collective voices.
Though it is visual representation of community building, Hill’s work is at its core about listening: Getting to know a place is about getting to know the people who inhabit it, who have shaped and tended it when others have looked away.
To really see Los Angeles — its many working parts, its vivid tapestry — starts with listening.
As I mentioned in my remarks on Saturday afternoon: “His lens asks open-ended, ‘how-and-why’ questions that allow his subjects the space to fill in the frame. He’s not imposing a narrative but allowing his subject’s the space to articulate delicate shadings and implications of their own situation.”
Hill will be at the Central Library Wednesday afternoon talking about his work for Photographer’s Eye: “Power and Persistence: Grassroots Activists and Musicians in L.A.” Click here for more information.
You can see the photographs in person until June 26th Venice Arts.
THERE IS an incredible document up at the National Archives Tumblr that really hit home. I keep looking at it over and over. It’s a scan of the full program from the March on Washington. Within you’ll find a full listing of speakers, a map of the march and of course “The List of Demands.”
Fifty years gone, literally a “piece” of history, the thing that immediately struck me about the document’s no-frills, simplicity — it’s straight-forwardness — is that it underscores just how starkly different we are today about marking events of this magnitude — often with excessive flourishes.
There is beauty and dignity in the lack of ostentatiousness that cuts through to the heart to the heart of matter. Nothing crowds the list of names and their purpose. Nothing interferes with or eclipses the purpose of the day.
I would love to hold it in my hands.
You can see the rest here.
From the March: Mahalia Jackson
And of course, Dr. King:
The match and the aftermath.
Twenty years ago today … In certain ways hard to believe, in others, not.
My LA Weekly piece here (reposted on the L.A. Times site) detailing three days out in it.
THIS IS making the rounds on Tumblr today, King Day. I think I must have had one of these growing up. Not in the classroom, but by design via my mother of course — always and forever the teacher, augmenting and supplementing. “Getting the message right…”
Happy Birthday, Dr. King.