During the last trip, over 200 driving hours were spent
exploring highways and smaller side roads in Photo Palace Bus (affectionately
known as Gilli). Gilli is no race car,
she’s a 35ft 40 year old school bus, and even though she functions gloriously
as a traveling darkroom, she doesn’t like to go fast at all… Driving Gilli is what I imagine steering a
boat would be like, it’s smooth, slow, and you really have to plan your turns
well ahead of time. On the highway
though, Gilli assumes a steady speed of 55 miles per hour and with a constant
hum of her giant 3208 Caterpillar motor puts the driver in almost a hypnotic
trans state. I was in one of those
driving stretches somewhere in the beginning of the trip, when, coming from
somewhere behind me, I heard a soft thud against the metal. This wasn’t the first time a bird hit Gilli,
I think it was second or third. I said a
quick sorry to nature and did the only thing I could at that point, which was to
keep moving at constant speed and with no sudden moves involving a 26.000lbs
vehicle.
Thousands of miles
down the road, just after halfway point of our travels, in Billings Montana,
Gilli was taken in to a shop for routine maintenance. During that procedure, I asked the mechanic
to see if the air filter needed to be changed.
Now, as you can imagine, an engine of Gillis size takes a lot of air
flow to feed, and so the filter resides in a cylindrical housing that’s about
20in wide and 30in long. Another
important detail is that it’s in the back, and the actual air intake opening is
on exact top rear right corner, under a visor which used to also house one of
the blinking lights from Gillis days of real school bus service. Well, apparently Gilli decided to hang on to
the unfortunate areal traveler who smacked into her side. She sucked that birdie in and so we found it
in that air filter housing, perfectly dried out and preserved. I asked mechanic to respectfully save it, to
which he obliged with no questions asked.
When I got home, I
wanted to pay a tribute to the life lost due to my quest for art and choice of
Gilli as a vehicle that helps me in that pursuit. At first I was thinking of making an
ulra-macro wet plate image, but then decided to step it up a bit. Since the trip was the first one when I was
making daguerreotypes on the road, I wanted to immortalize the bird in that
most noble of photographic forms.
I decided to do two
compositions. First one would be on 4x5
and would depict the bird amid the chaos of industrial surrounding to reflect
how it met its untimely end. The second
plate would be smaller, more precious and light, like a bird you can hold in
the palm of your hand. It would be on
white plain background, which I wanted to have hints of blue in, so to evoke
the feeling of flight, which this creature enjoyed while still alive.
While making the
industrial composition in 4x5in size, I made two plates. The first one seemed a little too high key to
me, so I set it aside and made one more plate.
Then I actually gilded them both, to see if many when gilded the first
one would gain some play that it lacked before.
Indeed, when gilded I really came to like that first plate and now both
survive. The second plate came out
perfectly how I wanted it from the very start, but for some reason I noticed
strangely shaped marks in the body of the bird, right under the wing. I couldn’t exactly make out what they were
and resigned to thinking that I might have been irregularities in fuming or
maybe plating of silver itself. It
wasn’t until much later, a few days after sealing it, that I walked by the
table where the plate was laying sideways to my glance and out in peripheral
vision, and from the very corner of my eye I was confused by seeing what I
swore looked like trees somewhere. I
took a step back and peered closer into the patterns on that second better
exposed plate. In a moment, I realized
what I was looking at! To make this
image, I reused a plate upon which a previous attempt to capture Grand Tetons
in Wyoming failed, and I guess I didn’t go hard enough with the buffer when
erasing that image, because the outline of Grand Tetons mountains and the
forest in front of it were now clearly visible all through the body of the bird
and in surrounding tones! It’s as if the
spirit of the forest lived on with the bird and now is forever tied to the
image of its previous occupant.
Below are both 4x5 daguerreotype plates. #1, which is slightly brighter than the final #2, and then an exaggerated crop from plate 2, which I turned on the side for easier viewing and outlined the ghosts of trees and the mountain in red.
Below are both 4x5 daguerreotype plates. #1, which is slightly brighter than the final #2, and then an exaggerated crop from plate 2, which I turned on the side for easier viewing and outlined the ghosts of trees and the mountain in red.
Postindustrial Paradox
4x5 daguerreotype - Plate 2
4x5 daguerreotype - Plate 2
Ghosts of trees in Plate 2 above
The second
composition was much more serene – just a bird in the sky, or at least dreaming
of such. The very first 1/6 plate I
exposed turned out beautifully. It was
slightly overexposed, but that just gave the whole thing a high key look, which
seemed to really fit the subject and concept.
I finished it by sealing it with a vintage brass mat and preserver. Upon posting it on social media, I
immediately found a buyer for it, and there was also a very disappointed person
who saw it just after it was sold and who really wanted me to make them a similar
one, but one size larger of ¼ plate, so below are both of those images.
Gilli Bird At Rest
1/4 plate daguerreotype
1/4 plate daguerreotype
I think now the bird has had an honorable tribute paid to
it, so it will now be buried in the prettiest forest I can find around San
Diego.
The two 4x5 daguerreotype plates above are still available for purchase, please contact me if you are interested in acquiring one for your collection.
Thank you,
The two 4x5 daguerreotype plates above are still available for purchase, please contact me if you are interested in acquiring one for your collection.
Thank you,
Anton