Stephen Daiter Gallery offers fine and vintage examples of important American and European photography from the 20th century. Our areas of specialty are avant garde, experimental, documentary and photojournalism. They include the Chicago School of Design, the Bauhaus, the Photo League, and the André Kertész Estate. Our exhibitions and publications have been by turns interesting, challenging, and controversial. Our publications have stressed fine printing and original scholarship and we delight in bringing art and artists to light that have been heretofore overlooked or unknown.
Daiter Contemporary presents recent work by young, as well as established mid-career artists. These artists reflect the ever changing ideas and looks of contemporary photography and push the rules of how photos are made as well as how they are looked at. Within a separate yet conjoined space Daiter Contemporary maintains a concurrent exhibition schedule alongside that of Stephen Daiter Gallery. Our joint goal is to present the viewing public an opportunity to enjoy the diverse range of photographic art that we represent.
Ironically Mr. Penone is known as the leading figure of the Arte Povera movement – meaning “poor art,” but there is nothing poor about these massive bronze sculptures that cost a small fortune to produce and install in this very beautiful exhibition at the Palace Versailles.
Exhibition
From 11 June to 31 October 2013, the Palace of Versailles hosts the Italian artist Giuseppe Penone for a major exhibition of contemporary art, Penone Versailles, presented mostly in the French formal gardens and also in the Palace itself.
For my daughter on this Fathers Day I give the gift of a 22 year old poet and very old soul to remind my kid that at the age of 6, after watching Cecilia Bartoli in this very performance, looked up at me and said, “Daddy that is what I use to do before I was a baby”.
Riley meet Sarah Kay who at the age of 5 took her mothers hand during the funeral of her Grandfather and said, “Don’t worry, he’ll come back as a baby.” Like you dear daughter she remembers the answers to our deepest questions, things most of us can only dream about and just like you she will permanently change all that come into her orbit.
“When they bombed Hiroshima, the explosion formed a mini-supernova, so every living animal, human or plant that received direct contact with the rays from that sun was instantly turned to ash.And what was left of the city soon followed. The long-lasting damage of nuclear radiation caused an entire city and its population to turn into powder.
When I was born, my mom says I looked around the whole hospital room with a stare that said, “This? I’ve done this before.” She says I have old eyes.
When my Grandpa Genji died, I was only five years old, but I took my mom by the hand and told her, “Don’t worry, he’ll come back as a baby.”
And yet, for someone who’s apparently done this already, I still haven’t figured anything out yet.
My knees still buckle every time I get on a stage. My self-confidence can be measured out in teaspoons mixed into my poetry, and it still always tastes funny in my mouth.
But in Hiroshima, some people were wiped clean away, leaving only a wristwatch or a diary page. So no matter that I have inhibitions to fill all my pockets, I keep trying, hoping that one day I’ll write a poem I can be proud to let sit in a museum exhibit as the only proof I existed.
My parents named me Sarah, which is a biblical name. In the original story God told Sarah she could do something impossible and she laughed, because the first Sarah, she didn’t know what to do with impossible.
And me? Well, neither do I, but I see the impossible every day. Impossible is trying to connect in this world, trying to hold onto others while things are blowing up around you, knowing that while you’re speaking, they aren’t just waiting for their turn to talk — they hear you. They feel exactly what you feel at the same time that you feel it. It’s what I strive for every time I open my mouth — that impossible connection.
There’s this piece of wall in Hiroshima that was completely burnt black by the radiation. But on the front step, a person who was sitting there blocked the rays from hitting the stone. The only thing left now is a permanent shadow of positive light. After the A bomb, specialists said it would take 75 years for the radiation damaged soil of Hiroshima City to ever grow anything again. But that spring, there were new buds popping up from the earth.
When I meet you, in that moment, I’m no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share your present. And you, you get to share mine. And that is the greatest present of all.
So if you tell me I can do the impossible, I’ll probably laugh at you. I don’t know if I can change the world yet, because I don’t know that much about it — and I don’t know that much about reincarnation either, but if you make me laugh hard enough, sometimes I forget what century I’m in. This isn’t my first time here. This isn’t my last time here. These aren’t the last words I’ll share.
But just in case, I’m trying my hardest to get it right this time around.”
In case you have not heard James Turrell is having 3 simultaneous retrospectives across the United States taking up over 20,000 square feet of exhibition space. Something no artist has ever been honored with at this scale. There is a reason folks and this summer is your only chance to see these master ambient light works and learn more about his life long project Roden Crater. Great article on him at New York Times
Angelo Musco creates work so vast and complex it is almost impossible to describe visually via the web. Using thousands of willing naked people he creates vast and complex imagery that speaks to God, creation and the infinite. I don’t know of anyone working today that is attempting anything on this scale in photography. Preview of the film on his methods below gives you an idea of just how hard these images are to make.
