For the second straight year, this critic is offering a top 10 list of the most memorable images of 2010. Only two exhibits below—the International Photography Competition at Fraser Gallery and the Timothy O’Sullivan retrospective at the Smithsonian American Art Museum—also made my top 10 list of the best exhibits of 2010, which suggests that [...]
Posts Tagged ‘John Gossage’
Erin Petty leads off this week's arts section by examining some of the neighborhood tensions faced by the outre-minded Fridge art space in Capitol Hill—tensions that came to a head last month thanks to some noisy new agers. Mike Rhode ponders what the opening of the papers of Fredric Wertham—comic books' real-life super-villain—means for comics [...]
Somewhere in between D.C. and Baltimore, there is a pond that is photographer John Gossage’s Walden. Between 1981 and 1985, the D.C.-based artist captured this humble little body of water in black and white pictures for a series he simply called The Pond. Gossage refuses to reveal the pond’s location, since he doesn’t consider this [...]
When I read Nevin Martell’s recent article on District-based photographer John Gossage’s documentation of Kalorama’s oddly creepy streets during the paranoid years following the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks, it instantly dredged up my own memories of carefully observing the well-heeled neighborhood during the most depressing days of sectarian warfare in Iraq.
What makes the streets [...]
This Week in WCP Arts: The Hellish Kalorama of Donald Rumsfeld, Carolyn Malachi’s Mermaid Anthem, Cat’s Cradle
This week, Nevin Martell leads the section with "The Devil in Kalorama," for which he toured the well-heeled neighborhood with noted photographer John Gossage—who after realizing he lived near Donald Rumsfeld decided that Kalorama was, in fact, hell. For One Track Mind, Erin Petty talks to Carolyn Malachi about her relationship anthem "Orion," in which a [...]
On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, photographer John Gossage was quietly working in his downtown studio, a block from the White House, while the rest of the world lost its mind.
There he had no windows, no television, no radio—just a black-and-white series to develop. It wasn’t until late morning that he emerged from his [...]