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ԱՇԽԱՏԱՆՔԻ ԲՆՈՒԹԱԳԻՐԸ

Աշխատատեղին զբաղեցնելու հավակնորդների պարտականությունների մեջ են մտնում.

Վեցամսյա ծրագրի շրջանակներում՝ նախագծի տնօրենի վերահսկողության ներքո, կատարել հետազոտական, հավաքչական, համակարգային, ինչպես նաև վերլուծական աշխատանքներ։

Գիտաշխատողի առաջադրանքներից և պատասխանատվություններից են՝

  • Հետազոտություններ անցկացնել արխիվներում, գրադարաններում և ինտերնետային կայքերում
  • Համակարգել և ճշտել փաստագրական տվյալներ մատենագրական և արխիվային նյութերի հիման վրա
  • Կատարել փաստագրական հարցումներ արվեստագետներից և նրանց ընտանիքներից
  • Կազմել համառոտ կենսագրական ակնարկներ և հոդվածներ
  • Համակարգել և համալրել նախագծի արխիվը
  • Պատասխանել նախագծի հետ կապված հարցումներին
  • Այցելել նախագծին առնչվող ցուցահանդեսներ, գիտաժողովներ և այլ միջոցառումներ
  • Կատարել վարչական բնույթի աշխատանքներ (օրինակ՝ վիզուալ նյութերի սքան, տպագրություն, համակարգում և այլն)

ՊԱՀԱՆՋՎՈՂ ԳԻՏԵԼԻՔՆԵՐ ԵՎ ՈՒՆԱԿՈՒԹՅՈՒՆՆԵՐ

  • Բակալավրի գիտական կոչում
  • Արվեստի պատմության իմացություն, արվեստաբանության ոլորտի մասին առնվազն տարրական գիտելիքներ
  • Հետազոտական աշխատանքի փորձ
  • Հայոց լեզվին լիարժեք տիրապետում
  • Անգլերենին լիարժեք կամ մասնակի տիրապետում (ռուսերենը ցանկալի է, բայց ոչ պարտադիր)
  • Համակարգչային ծրագրերի (word, excel, ցանկալի է նաև` photoshop) իմացություն
  • Մանրամասների և փաստերի հանդեպ ուշիմ վերաբերմունք
  • Ճշտապահություն և պատասխանատվության զգացում
  • Նախաձեռնողականություն և ինքնակազմակերպչական ձիրք

Աշխատանքը լինելու է պայմանագրային, շաբաթական քսան ժամվա կտրվածքով և ազատ գրաֆիկով։

Կարող եք ձեր հետաքրքրությունը հայտնել` ուղարկելով համառոտ կենսագրական/աշխատանքային փորձի նկարագրություն և կոնտակտային տվյալներ հետևյալ էլեկտրոնային հասցեով`

vigen@lusadaran.org

Դիմումներն ընդունվում են մինչև 2016 թ. հունվարի 20-ը:

Garo Keshishian’s diasporic visions

 

Garo Keshishian. Catalogue cover. 2002

I had never heard of Garo Keshishian. Nor seen any of his work. And it’s probably going to be a long time until I DO see his amazing photographs in the flesh.

It’s funny how randomly one can discover things if only one searches where it is least expected. Ebay has provided more ‘Oh My God… I can’t believe it’ moments than I can remember. The accidental ‘stumble’ upon a listing of Keshishian’s book on Ebay. wasn’t exactly a ‘eureka’ moment, but I hit the ‘Buy It Now’ button within two seconds.
The book in question is the only major survey of Keshishian’s art, published in conjunction with a retrospective exhibition held in 2002 in Venice. Beautifully designed and printed, the catalogue includes extensive essays in English and Italian by Georgi Lozanov, Sergio Poggianella and Rumen Serafimov. The photographs date from 1977 to 2001 and include Keshishian’s work in fashion, street, documentary and portraiture genres. I must admit to having a slight case of jaw-dropping when I went through the fashion works – which are only tangentially ‘fashion’. A surreal amalgamation of old-school studio photography, nude, portraiture, S&M and Helmut Newton glamour, these works have an unusual, unique – dare I say ‘Bulgarian’ edge to them that combines the abject and the grotesque with a sense of bohemian cool. Yes, kind of like that Czech guy, Saudek, but infinetly more profound and organic.

Keshishian, Garo. Soldiers at hard labour. 1981-1994

I won’t go overboard with analysis. Suffice to say that Keshishian who was born in 1946 in Varna, represents a summit of diasporic Armenian photography in Bulgaria, which has an extraordinarily rich history that stretches over a century. Keshishian’s engagement with his Armenian heritage is valuable in itself and the last part of the album consists of over 40 portraits of Bulgarian-Armenians which are deeply touching in their simplicity and emotional density. Let’s hope that Keshishian – the greatest Bulgarian photographer of modern times according to the writers – one day is revealed to viewers in Armenia as well (hopefully while he is still alive and kicking).
VG

Glenn Sloggett: ‘A white trash love story’. Review

 

THE POETRY OF JUNK

Sloggett. Even the name has strange phonetic reverences that call to mind associations of the discarded and the refused. Perhaps it’s the roots – slog and get – a process of slow, careful gleaning that throw me into a tangential reverie in front of the works by Melbourne’s photo-poet of the unloved.

Before you think that I have slipped and fell into a psychobubble, let me assure you that the formal rigour and conceptual consistency of Glen Sloggett’s exploration of his urban environment is devoid of the kind of cheap, hard-hitting sentimentality that plagues so much of so-called autobiographical mode of contemporary photography.

Yet, the photographs in his latest show are indeed deeply personal, emotionally felt experiences of the energies contained in material objects and banal everyday situations. If Sloggett’s previous series such as ‘Cheaper and Deeper’, contained a more pronounced critique of alienation inherent in the suburban culture, the works shown as part of the ‘A white trash (lost) love story’ series at the Stills Gallery, Sydney in February are devoid of such sharp, merciless outlook.

The style and format of the photographs is the same as in Sloggett’s earlier works: the images are large (80x80cm), square, printed with an abandunt white border, compositions luck obvious artistry, recalling snapshots, yet exhibit overwhelming detail. Colour is vibrant, almost kitschy in this case hinting at the hidden melodramatic subtext behind much of the imagery. People are conspicuous by their absence. Thus, for the photographer, every element found on the streets becomes a kind of a still-life: an almost dead memento for an event that is about to pass into obscurity.  As the artist himself stated ‘no matter where I go, I always find places and environments that are in the process of falling down…I want to capture the last signs of optimism before inevitable disrepair.’

What is touching about these recent works is the evidence of the lone presence of the artist, made obvious by the intrusive camera flash. The startling harshness of the flash, forcefully singles out ubiquitous elements like a graffiti on a wall or a discarded piece of cardboard, from their everyday context. It is almost as if the photographer wants to exhume the loneliness contained in these unloved things and let the audience find a reflection of their own trashy love story. As such, the series becomes almost cathartic. Indeed, by concentrating on things discarded and refused by society, Sloggett asks us to pause and contemplate on the passage of time, mortality but also the extremely touching pleas for communication and connection (like the scrawl in wet concrete which says ‘U R ALONE’) that we tend to overlook in the rush flow of our daily lives.
The strength of Sloggett’s images lies in the photographer’s ability to retain the presence of these objects and environments, while simultaneously transforming them into metaphors.

Sloggett, who won the prestigious John and Margaret Baker fellowship for an emerging artist in 2001, has been widely exhibited in Australia as well being included in surveys of Australian photography overseas. He is also represented in major museum collections such as the Art Gallery of New South Wales. Despite this relative prominence on the art scene, the photographer continues to work in a factory manufacturing plastic vacuum moldings on the outskirts of suburban Melbourne, remaining vitally connected to the environment that feeds his art.

Glenn Sloggett’s one man show ‘A white trash love story’ was held at the Stills Gallery, Sydney, between February 1-25, 2012.

VG

World Press Photo: selling cheap emotion?

 

Photography was the most pervasive media of the 20th century and it continues to be so in this new one as well. Sifting the internet for interesting, relevant and the trully remarkable can be a monumental task – drowning as it is with countless websites on the subject. Starting a blog on the subject within Lusadaran’s website seemed an inevitability as it gives us an opportunity to respond with more immediacy that the online environment demands. So here is our first post and what better way to kick-start than a look at the 2012 World Press Photo awards.

Samuel Aranda. WPP 1st prize for 2012

The award, which has been given to the most remarkable news photographs since 1955 by the independent foundation based in Amsterdam has been seen as something of a beacon for photojournalism. Museums and curators often scoff at its populist drive, but its success with people all around the world is unquestionable. It would be understatement to say that any news photographer worth his salt quests after the main award. Not only is it the most prestigeous of its kind but above and beyond everything it offers an instant celebrity status for the photographer and the kind of publicity that money could never buy. This is particularly vital in the age of the digital, as it becomes harder and harder to make a buck by being a professional photographer (too many people are doing it you see).

As a voice of authority WPP award often stands for quality. It validates the truth and the power of the chosen images in the eyes of the public, conditioning in part the way we learn to read and asses images we see in the news. Needless to say that this is problematic in too many ways. The lack of a critical forum and the entire competitive framework create a compromising context for these photographs.

The competition always boasts at least some remarkable photographs, but in recent years the line-up of winners has exposed a formulaic preset according to which images are accorded their awards. A lot has been written about this year’s winner – a photograph by the Spanish photographer Samuel Aranda taken for the New York Times. This image of an Islamic woman, fully clad in a burka and embracing her wounded son has raised the ire of critics and bloggers all over the town.

Aranda seems to have captured ‘the decisive moment’ (both visually and thematically, as the photograph is meant to represent the Arab Spring uprising in Yemen) yet it is as far removed from the Bressonian notion as a photograph could ever be. Its overtly universalist appeal is so obvious as to be practically poster-like. For Cartier-Bresson, the moment always resided in a wider context through which we could recognise the importance, indeed the singularity of the chosen second. Instead Aranda dispenses with all but a painterly void, presenting his monumental subjects outside of time or… it seems place. Despite what the caption tells us (not a lot), we can not perceive these two figures as anything but ciphers.

Paolo Woods. Radio Haiti. 3rd prize in Daily Life category

The metaphorical and literal transposition of ‘Pieta’ composition upon the non-Christian subject smacks as a particularly off-handed attempt at taming the ‘other’. To this writer, this appears like a thinly vailed reboot of an Orientalist fantasy, a kind of Western taxonomy of pain and suffering conjured for our pleasure. Yes, I meant pleasure. For when we look at this photograph we can see nothing but a reflection of our own real or projected pain. The image acts as a catharsis for our own emotions rather than disclosing anything about its ghostly, literally faceless subjects who remain entirely anonymous and merely functional. Susan Sontag would turn in her grave.

Compare this to a photograph by the Dutch photographer Paolo Woods called Radio Haiti, which has rather ridiculously garnered only the 3rd place in the ‘Daily life’ category. A simple, but striking composition holds its subject at a respectable distance, yet gives her an incredible presence and focus, carefully framing her within a window of things that make up her world. It’s a remarkable photograph through which SO MUCH can be garnered on both intellectual and emotional fronts.

Ray McManus. Scrum Half. 2nd prize in Sports category

The modernist or rather classicist tendencies of Aranda’s photograph are much more

presciently and rightfully employed by the sports photographer Ray McManus. His image of rugby players during a moment of intense battle is both unashamedly romantic and achingly beautiful. Its sense of movement, texture and sensuality of bodies in action would do Delacroix proud. It is not particularly important who the rugby players are – their conflict is completely controled, staged and timeless – the focus here is the game itself with its peculiar ballet of masculinity.

Whatever… at the end of the day, WPP demonstrates yet again that it is painfully behind the enormous leaps and advances that photography has made within the last forty years. Illustration still rules the day.

VG