|Linda Lorenzo & my father's mate scanned 26 March 2023|
People are now always interested in the latest and the newest. I believe that they miss out on a technology that may contain the new and the old simultaneously.
In the last century I remember Malcolm Parry who had left Vancouver Magazine to start a magazine in Toronto called Vista to run some photographs that I had faxed him. He loved the image deterioration and ran them.
In the last two days I have done two combinations of photographs and objects which I have placed on my scanner. Could the scanner be this century’s fax machine? I don’t think so. It is far better but overlooked. With camera or phone in hand too many are ready to shoot what they see. They might arrange the elements before doing so, but the picture will not always be the sharpest and stuff may have to be isolated after the fact.
The two blogs, this one will be the second one, are related to the inspiration I develop from nostalgia. I have nostalgia for two places from my past where I lived. In one Argentina, I was born, in the other, Mexico I lived for many years. In the latter, 8 of those years, I spent with my wife Rosemary and our two daughters were born in Tacubaya, Mexico. Most people my age, (80), I believe that, like me, when looking at their past they see the rosy moments. The bad moments are cast aside.
For the first blog I decided to include in my scan not only my photograph of the León, Guanajuato-born Ivette Hernández as an evangelista (males who typed letters in city squares for people who could not read or write) with my grandmother’s Remington. If anything my limitation is always the size of my scanner bed. Could a photographer with a good camera and decent lighting do the same as rapidly as I did?
In today’s blog I feature the extremely striking Argentine Linda Lorenzo with whom Argentine artists, Nora Patrich, husband Juan Manuel Sánchez and I pursued the subject of Argentine nostalgia.
My father drank mate, pronounced mahte (Ilex paraguariensis). With this mate (the gourd is called a mate, too and sometimes to differentiate the first from the second we call the former yerba or yerba mate). The metal straw with a filter at the bottom is called la bombilla. The bombilla and the mate are made of a little silver content Argentine silver alloy called alpaca. But the tip is good gold.
I never drink this mate alone. The custom is to drink it in the company of friends or family. My granddaughter Rebecca when she visits (not too often these days) is the only person I share the mate with.
|Rebecca & Pancho|
When I drink it I am instantly transported to singing with my father in bed, My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean, or going with him to downtown Buenos Aires in the train to see a film (conboys, espadachines o de guerra).
Because of this nostalgia I keep plugging my photography with film cameras, my digital camera, my iPhone3G and yes, with my scanner.
Is it a camera? I think it is.