In photographer Linn Underhill’s studio this weekend I saw a new work pinned to the wall. Though I doubt that she had Jackson Pollock in mind when she made it,
I couldn’t help but think that her photo-based work elaborated upon Pollock’s iconic drip paintings in Underhill’s very personal and feminist way. Without ever setting brush to canvas, Underhill repainted Pollock, making a disturbing, haunting new work.
Underhill’s mother was a photographer too. She photographed many 1950’s weddings in northern California. Over the years Underhill has occasionally incorporated her mother’s photographic archive in surprising ways, for example, using wedding shots to give the lie to the “happiest day in a girl’s life.” Those forced smiles and stiff family groups sometimes can prefigure the profound disappointment and tragic melancholy that leads to lives of misery.
Underhill trapped some of these wedding moments in the tangled bramble that she photographs in the woods out behind her studio in upstate New York to powerful effect.
More here on the work of Linn Underhill.
Underhill’s work is very interesting. I know many photographers who simply hate doing weddings because of the ridiculous, formulaic expectations of the bride and the bride’s family. If the smles are not captured perfectly, the pictures are no good.