Parameters for Book Creation
Parameters say: I will include photos from within this demarcation and not outside of it
Here is a thought-cloud of parameters to explore:
Time: specific period of time only
Form: diary entry, ode, elegy
Age: newborn, children, teenage, adult, midlife, senior
Singular subject: this person, this town, this event
Relationships: intergenerational, siblings, partners, family, fathers, mothers
Chronicle: all of the figures and objects that make up a particular world
Conflict & loss: unresolved relationships, inwardly held dualities, divorce, death, illness, grief, transitions
Emotion-based: freedom, sensuality, sex, intimacy, ambivalence, body-acceptance, deep nurture, isolation
Location-based: home town, family homes, significant sites, birth places, a geographical boundary (I dream of a project called “Children of Charleston County”)
Prop-based: florals, furniture, mirrors, interiors, homes
Lifestyle: mothers, cowboys, elderly swim team
Technique-based: double exposures, flash, underwater, studio, self portraits, plastic cameras
In praise of: summer, home, masculinity, femininity, the individual, a color, a body part (hands?), an act (kissing, breastfeeding, swimming)
An ode: to self past/present/future, a lover past/present/future, our children, the world, a time of day, a forgotten
Documentary: protest, event, family gathering, party, wedding, rite of passage
A challenge or critique: war, socio-political, religious, personal
A love letter
Son by Christopher Anderson, Stanley Barker Books
“These photographs are an organic response to an experience that is at the same time the most unique and the most universal of experiences: the birth of a child. At the same time that I was experiencing the intense joy of new life, my father was diagnosed with lung cancer. It’s fair to say that I found myself reflecting on obvious themes of life and death. Through my son, my role as the son took on new meaning and my senses were hyper tuned to the evidence of my own life passing. Then these photographs just sort of happened. They are a record of love and a reflection on the seasonal nature of life.” - Christopher Anderson