LOS ANGELES, CA.- haphazard
presents Greetings From LA: 24 Frames and 50 Years, a new collection of photographic collage work by George Porcari. Greetings includes 24 large-scale collage works. Each collage, titled by the location and year, is comprised of a photographic image of Los Angeles organized around a blank space or void with similar scale and resonated by a graphic footnote at the bottom. These images are taken in Los Angeles between the years 1964 and 2015; they are not digitally manipulated except for the bottom footnote which has been radically compressed to virtual non-existence. Robert Frank once said, I leave it up to you. They dont have an end or a beginning. They are a piece of the middle. Like Franks The Americans, Porcaris Greetings is a collection of personal meditations on the world around us while exposing the emotional rhythms of Los Angeles in the middle.
Although there is not a strong emotional tension or separation between the photographer and the photographed, like much street photography where privacy is often invaded or confronted, George Porcaris photography, analogous to the works of Cartier-Bresson, Robert Frank and Arthur Fellig aka Weegee, is shot on the streets and is documentary in style. It is visually free, edgy and spontaneous and yet it is ordinary and nugatory by appearance and highly personal. If Greetings were a film, it would precisely be a one second time-lapse during Porcaris fifty-year-long road trip in Los Angeles; descriptions of ordinary details, uncertain plots and flights of fancy sent to us (those who are not there) in the form of postcards.
Greetings shows us a different Los Angeles from the wholesome, commercialized, glamour-filled images that have been popularized and politicized by the mass media. The Los Angeles many of us have come to call home is depicted in Porcaris collages as 24 theatrically compact vignettes; you may not recognize the street intersection by name, but you feel a vague familiarity to this Los Angeles. Photographed through portals commonly found in our urban vernacu¬lars, like windshields, window panes, phone booths or the mirror-finished façade of corporate architecture, these fragmented sceneries or reflections of Los Angeles are incidental, forming their own histories and ecologies of a city with its disjointed suburbs loosely connected in a labyrinth of freeway. Raw realities and insignificant encounters of our everyday are transformed into marks, signs, unrecognizable symbols, or pieces from a jigsaw puzzle; and details from the past, like dated fashion items, vehicle models, corporate slogans, and messages from advertising are collaged into new context and coded with disappearance, causing a certain kind of nostalgia without being melan¬choly. These collections of found cinematic moments in Los Angeles are evanescent in nature and fall short of being sentimental or surrogates for any hidden narrative or social commentary.
Without any discernible purpose, this personal visual vocabulary forms shards of existential riffs or philosophical musings needing a space to meditate. A form of recitation occurs at the base of the collage; this footnote com¬pletes the composition and gives the blank space a shape. Like an echo or the last flicker of an image on-screen when the monitor is switched off, one wonders if this footnote contains additional information or other extraneous material that may aid our understanding or if its just an abstract artifice to create a mirror of our past. When viewing these collages, our senses occupy the blank space that Porcari has set up to complete the collage; perhaps by what was not presented or photographed. At times, visual elements from the upper image pierce through the blank space and reappear at the footnote, like an anchor in the storm; often the blank space or void dominates the composi¬tion and confronts the viewers who may be fascinated by the unseen in a landscape that is so familiar to an Angeleno.
Frame by frame, we are introduced to Porcaris blank space; an actor of many characters and whose gazes barely betray anything at all. As if to make amends with the voluntary imprisonment on the other side of the viewfinder and the impossibility of being a neutral observer, the blank space is a pause from all the senses of dislocation, an ambigu¬ity in the face of the eternal mystery or a medium where language, in light of its uncertainty, attempts exchanges or communication. Sometimes the void carves a refuge, sometimes it shields from an aversion, and sometimes simply invigorates the viewers to try put the puzzle pieces together.
George Porcari is an artist and photographer based in Los Angeles. Born in Lima Peru, George emigrated to LA in the 60s and begun his lifelong vocation in observing, documenting and greeting his cities and his surroundings. Porcari attended Pratt Institute in Brooklyn and Art Center College of Design in Pasadena where he has also taught film and collage history classes and worked as an acquisitions librarian for many years. Porcari has exhibited widely and internationally since his very first solo show in New York back in 1988; among the most recent were solo exhibitions at Tifs Desk in 2012 and at China Art Objects in 2010. His numerous critical essays and other writings have appeared in such places as CINEAction, NY arts, Inflatable Magazine and many others.