We photographers use all manner of format sizes, and the scale at which we print our photographs is also highly variable. These days, the mural sizes seem to be ever more common, with some photographers apparently compelled to display their work on the largest scale possible. At the same time, some of us print at relatively small sizes and even avoid enlargement altogether, by contact printing.
So what underlies the photographer's decision of how small or large to print a photograph?
Updated 09-17-2009 at 10:10 AM by keithwms
Well, school starts for the kids next Tuesday. And that means one thing.
In about two weeks I'm gonna be sick as a dog.
Happens every year. Over a thousand children assemble after a summer-long seperation and get ready for share time. Hitting each other playfully, saying things forcefully (spitting), rubbing noses before opening doors, you name it. And my two wonderful and lovely children, the young one for whom I have selflessly sacrificed myself so that they could
This weekend I went to Project Basho in Philadelphia for a gum bichromate printing workshop with Scott McMahon. What a terrific experience. There was only one other student in my workshop, so we had lots of darkroom time and space, and were able to get a lot done. I came out of it with two finished prints and one partially finished print, which if you know anything about gum printing, is pretty productive for just two days.
Scott is a great instructor, very knowledgeable, very hands-on.
I was reading hoffy's post regarding long term photography projects and it got me to thinking.
I have printed in two months. I haven't processed any film in as long. I haven't made many photographs in the last month or so. And yesterday was the first time in months when a camera did not accompany on my trip to work. CiM is kind of stalling right now as there is nothing to put in the September issue. And I have lost the urge to chase down material for publishing.
Updated 08-08-2009 at 03:39 PM by Christopher Walrath
Recently I found some old negatives stuffed in a box stuffed in another box stuffed in an old suitcase. For some, these may not seem old at all- but they were my first attempts to record, in a meaningful way, what I had seen- so that my family could see it too.
In 1992, at the age of 19, I went to Germany on a stipendium. Arriving in Heidelberg, I discovered that the housing situation that had been promised me had also been promised to a few hundred other students. There was no place
Updated 07-30-2009 at 11:14 PM by keithwms