Treasure II (Stage of Consciousness) 29 Palms, CA, 2007,
75x93cm, Edition 3/5.
Analog C-Print printed on Fuji Archive Paper, hand-printed by the artist, based on a Polaroid.
Signed on verso with certificate.
Artist Inventory # 6365.03.
Framed.
Offered is a piece from the project: 29 Palms, CA
29 PALMS, CA is a feature film / art piece that explores and chronicles the dreams and fantasies of a group of individuals who live in a trailer community in the Californian desert.
The world depicted in the film is inspired by the photographs of German artist Stefanie Schneider in that it combines the notions of reality and fantasy and explores the resonance of both within a desert landscape and a transient culture. The characters portrait in the film, (an actress, a singer, a DJ, a motel owner and his wife, a US army soldier, a mystic a princess, a recluse, a movie ticket seller, two hitchhikers, a doctor, and so on), are to be played by both actors and non-actors. The story is constructed through the interpretation of real life communications (i.e. phone calls, emails, conversations) that have taken place as the individuals depicted in the story try to make sense of events that have occurred in real life. In this sense the story is, in part, a biography and social commentary, and the characters are the exaggerated alter egos of the individuals who play them.
Life Inside Pieces of Graffiti
by Marc Foster
Late afternoon, Hollywood Hills, August 14, 1996 – a birthday party. Heated Pool. Blue lights surrounding it. It becomes night. It’s like a fancy hotel. People conversing, using language. Everyone hungry for a way of being with everyone else - the mournful, solitary howl of Hollywood stereo- types. It’s here that Marc meets Stefanie aka “Steffi”. We are seated across from each other at a table. She is wearing a very bright dress and speaking loudly, like someone who pulls a knife from their mouth that smells of roses. I was curious. We end up talking about the desert - how we both like to drive past the palm trees, waiting for the sun to come up. We connect, we become friends, we remain friends. We both believe in foot kicking. Foot kicking harder. Foot kicking through doors. Dramas always dissolve. Thoughts disappear. Life eventually ends. Stefanie’s pictures though, her creative being, will stay behind - as a reminder of what it feels like to peer out different windows and into the intricate landscapes of a great artist.
One meets so many characters in her pictures, many resemble images of rock groups, road signs or trade-marks. It’s as if these character’s performances aren't inside pieces of Graffiti. All of her endings are unstable, they spill over, they leak. They change, chameleon like, in self-protection as we look at them. She is desert. Desert is quiet even though everything is resounding. There is no light except for the sun. She takes a picture, she is the picture... she looks at it and she is the star. She is the light, she is the noise. She is a true artist having to get from place to place through pure magic. An artist who exists through fragmented chunks of various stories. Her stage is never divided: Bottle crashing. Glass enactments of themselves but rather they exist as life breaking. Cursing. Screaming. Laughing. Head smashing. Crying. Hyperventilating. Long phone messages. Endless e-mails. Forgiving. Loving. Existing as a true friend. Her art is never divided.
Schneider’s work is unique and thus immediately recognizable. Unmistakably ‘wabi-sabi’ in appearance and content. Dream like, colorful with depth and vision. From start to finish, a truly self made artist with a distinctively female perspective. In fact, the first to use expired instant film in fine art photography. Schneider's Polaroid film was bought, stored and used only for when it's best performance is expected. The sets, costumes and concepts are all constructed and friends are invited to 'play' in the dreams she wants to conjure. A large format negative is made of the choice shots to enlarge the image to it's optimum size and finally hand print an analog edition in Schneider's self built darkroom/dreamlab. Ready for mounting and hanging.
"My dream of accepting so called 'imperfection' is in fact a realizing of a different world view. Formally, my work was called blurry or broken but they fail in the test of acceptance that all things are imperfect. It's a seismic shift for some but in this age where the cracks are no longer hidden, the affirmation of reality is still difficult. The celebration of imperfection reconnects us to the real world where we normally mask our flaws.
I chose Polaroid film because it portrays color like candy making even the broken an expression of endearment. The combination of the color and the blemishes of expired Polaroid analog film gave me a sense of inner peace with my surroundings. It just fit. Nothing had portrayed my vision so symbolically. "The film schools I went to scoffed at my discovery blinded by the very imperfections that expressed my passion and love.
The quirks, oddities or the perfectly imperfect uniqueness of my work relate to our own life blemishes and somehow make them ok or even remarkable. Honoring that value of imperfection makes it permissible to be. At least for me...
I plan engagements in spontaneity for any new project or photoshoot. Allowing space and time for the magic moment to manifest and capturing that enchantment. I use my senses and current affairs to plot that path of serendipity especially when it's a mark of turbulence. The upheaval of balance is the key for chance and allows all unknown forces to contribute to the moment. I look inside myself, ground that emotion and imagine it in a dream because dreams are the foundation of emotion and the link to our sub-conscience. I try to clarify my nightly dreams subjectively with a cup of nostalgia in a bowl of emotions and sprinkle it generously with sex. It is there, the fountain of our instincts."
Stefanie Schneider