L.P. Pacilio

My journey through photography began as a boy when I purchased a “sun camera” at a local hobby shop. It was a playing card sized box with a folding glass cover. The back and sides were printed in a deep green grainy leather pattern. Under the folding glass cover it was printed with a lens attached to maroon bellows.

 

The box held a few sheets of printing out paper, photographic paper that required no chemistry, but rather, when exposed to sunlight, turned black except in those areas where the paper had been covered with whatever you chose to place over it. Perhaps it was a coin, some grass clippings, a leaf, or gauze. Those areas of the paper that had been covered were pale grays to whites based on the opacity of the objects. 

 

These images are formally referred to as photograms and several photographers have produced such images over the course of a career, Man Ray perhaps foremost among them. At any rate, to the 10-year-old me it all seemed like so much magic. 

 

The magic persists.

 

By the time my freshman year of high school had passed I was convinced I was some sort of artist though completely confused as to what my art was to be. I was deeply immersed in Beat literature, first among several other left-leaning intellectual interests. My reading list began with Kerouac then grew to include Ginsburg, DiPrima, Burroughs, Corso, Ferlinghetti, and Snyder. This led me to a fellow traveler of this group of writers, the Swiss born photographer Robert Frank. In his seminal documentary work, The Americans, Frank looked behind the veneer of the almost blind optimism of mid-fifties America and delivered a more unvarnished view of lives led in harsher circumstances than were typically depicted in the wide circulation news magazines of the day. The images themselves were technically rougher, though seen with a well-developed sense of moment and an acute visual elegance.

 

I was also becoming politically aware and freshly exposed to the work of other photographers whose work was communicative not only as journalism, but also as art; photographers like Eugène Atget, Walker Evens, Lee Friedlander, Garry Winogrand, and Bruce Davidson, but most especially Henri Cartier-Bresson and his aesthetic of the decisive moment. He wrote, “To me photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event as well as of a rigorous organization of forms as they are perceived visually.” This thought mirrored the zen musings in the work of Gary Snyder and Jack Kerouac. Wide windows on a new landscape began to open and reveal theological and philosophical paths far afield from the Roman Catholocism of my childhood.

 

In any given moment there are uncountable simultaneous events and it has been my great good fortune to stumble upon a few here and there. I’ve found that the way in which time plays out in various places differs. I think we all recognize this if we think for a moment. We hear clichés like New Yorkers are in such a hurry, in Mexico it’s always mañana. But it’s never a steady pulse. There’s an ebb and flow to the way time passes through a location. If you pay attention you can begin to find pathways and move within it in an effort (close to thoughtless and more by intuition) to locate yourself within the scene to points where the windows exist and are open wide. You mark your time in this state of grace with a click of the shutter and move on to whatever happens next. 

 

As to whether this constant creative act, pictures coming together and falling apart in fractions of a second, is the result of chaos or design, I don’t know. I leave that to theologians, philosophers, and cosmologists. I am a photographer.



circa 2018

 

BirthplaceUtica, NY
GenderMale
CitizenshipUnited States
Cultural HeritageEuropean-American
Light Work RelationshipOther, 1984 (Special NYSCA Materials Assistant Grant)
Light Work PublicationsContact Sheet 39

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This image was acquired through a Material Assistance Grant from the New York State Council on the Arts (NYSCA). In 1982 Light Work received a grant from NYSCA to support photographers living in Central New York. Light Work made arrangements with the MQ Camera Center in Syracuse to match a portion of the NYSCA grant allowing Light Work to give photographers photographic materials in return for a print that we would accession into our collection.


*I'm an architectural photographer and have been using my Arca Swiss F for about a dozen years. It's been a dream to work with, always non-intrusive, always 'right there' while I'm working. It's perhaps the best wide angle camera I've ever used (or seen for that matter) when fitted with the pleated leather bellows. I use it with lenses as short as a 47mm Super Angulon XL and can move in any direction with ease.

There is now an 'official' U.S. distributor making parts and accessories far easier to come by than they've been in recent years.

I work with this camera day in and day out and love it. The only camera that's captivated my attention as an alternative is the Toyo VX125, though its price tag nearly sent me into coronary arrest!

Contributed by Larry Pacilio (lpacilio,dreamscape.com) on September 20, 1997.