Laura Larson, “Chaise by Window” (1996) (all images courtesy Lennon, Weinberg, Inc.)

Laura Larson’s current show of photographs at Lennon, Weinberg, Inc. feels like a small museum retrospective. The elegantly installed exhibition explores the artist’s career over a roughly 20-year period, from 1996 to 2012. Her early works, small black-and-white photographs dating from the mid-’90s, show interiors; yet they are, we discover, images taken of exquisitely detailed doll houses. These works, titled Domestic Interiors, are completely plausible as “real” spaces and as such begin a critical commentary that evolves over the course of the artist’s career, on what photography is and what it does and how it does it.

The old cliché “seeing is believing” seemed ready-made for photography’s early days. The camera was pointed at something, and it documented that reality; the image was the result of light playing on whatever the camera lens saw, recording it on film. But artifice was present in photography from its inception. How do we know that the images Larson presents are of “real” spaces? We don’t; we just accept them as such. We accept them as representations of spaces we can walk through and inhabit. At 5 x 3.5 inches, the images are in fact a closer approximation to the scale of the doll houses they depict.

Laura Larson, “Open Door, Metropolitan Museum of Art” (1999) (click to enlarge)

Larson started out as a film student. Conventional film presumes a narrative; the medium is about time. When Larson switched to still photography, she brought her narrative interests with her. In her next series of photographs, titled My Dark Places, she elaborated on Domestic Interiors, photographing scale models of crime scenes. We peak through a doorway and see an upturned chair, uncollected mail accumulating on the floor inside an apartment, the hint of stilled flesh in a bathroom mirror, blood spattered on the wall. We act as voyeurs, seeing through curtains, windows, and doorways. These physical passages frame events the way the photographer frames the moment that will be preserved in perpetuity. From here, we are not surprised to find out that the next logical step for the artist was to look at historic sites and period rooms in her series Well Appointed, where we find what amounts to the doll house writ large. And so we travel from the miniature interior to the scale interior, both of which function as representations of “reality” and are, in turn, represented to us in an image that purports to be a representation of the real.

A narrative creates a world. Larson seems deeply interested in how such worlds are made through images. She seems just as interested in the places in which worlds are created. Larson explores the other important form of narrative, literary writing, by inference, documenting the rooms in which writers wrote and the desks at which they sat, including those of William Faulkner and Emily Dickinson. In the image of Dickinson’s workspace, Larson conjures the writer’s absence through the empty room and vacant desk but also by means of the mirror that once beheld Dickinson’s image. With the period rooms and the writer’s rooms Larson’s images increase in scale, almost as if larger photographs were required to accommodate “real” spaces.

Laura Larson, “Dickinson Desk 1” (1999) (click to enlarge)

Photographs document a moment in time. They give us an image of something that had been present and is now absent but remains present in representation. Roland Barthes’s analysis of this phenomenon and its connection to death in Camera Lucida is perhaps the most well known and the most compelling: “In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: She is going to die: I shudder … over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.”

With every new technological advance the hope arises that this will be the one, finally, to make humankind immortal, or at the very least, to put us in touch with the netherworld. Photography was no exception to this rule. Soon after its discovery, practitioners were claiming to be able to provide contact with deceased loved ones. The photographer William H. Mumler first “discovered” what became known as spirit photography through an accidental double exposure in the early 1860s. His most famous photograph is of the seated Mary Todd Lincoln with the dead former president standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. Larson’s investigation of this period depicts primarily but not exclusively women with strange and suggestive “fluids” seeping from their bodies, a cross between those spirit photographs and what might have been documented by J. M. Charcot at his clinic filled with female hysterics in Paris’s Salpêtrière. One of the most convincing and beautiful of Larson’s photographs from this series, titled “Stanislava P.” (2003), is of a woman, her face veiled by a black mantilla, vomiting out a white stream of fluid that, on close inspection, turns out to be swath of cheesecloth.

Laura Larson, “Stanislava P.” (2003)

In another, a white substance leaks from a woman’s breast, but a closer look reveals a white cloth hanging from her nipple and draped across her chest. The images are in black and white and make no attempt to hide their trickery; the body fluids quickly reveal themselves as fabric, as when the white substance gushing from between a seated woman’s legs resolves as a clump of white string. This recalls a nearby image of a seance, a bell hanging mysteriously above a young girl’s head with the faint line of the string holding it in mid-air visible in the photograph.

Laura Larson, “White on Black” (2004) (click to enlarge)

It’s as if Larson is telling us: this is how obvious the deception was all along, and yet we see what we want to see. Even after the deceitful aspects of spirit photography were uncovered and the curtain was pulled back, men of stature, Arthur Conan Doyle among them, refused to believe that it was all a fraud. Larson seems to be saying that photography was always just another tool for the artist to craft as he or she chose; that from the very start, the greatest illusion of all was believing that there was none.

In an elaboration on this theme, abandoned interiors from the series Asylum and secluded wooded landscapes from the series Apparition are inhabited by the spirits of ghosts, which appear in the form of small white clouds floating near doorways and windows or in the foregrounds of tranquil forests. These two series of more recent photographs, begun around 2003, are rendered in color. The palette is soft and low in contrast, and the smoke hovers in the air, captured just before it dissipates. Cigarettes are still useful for some things.

Laura Larson, “Hole (Yellow Room)” (2005)

The final and most recent image in the show takes us back to the early days of photography, both by what it depicts and through the process of its making. The work is an ambrotype, a positive image made on a glass plate. In it we see an outstretched arm resting on a metal object. This object is actually one of the neck braces used by early studio photographers to help their subjects keep their heads still during the long exposures required to shoot a portrait.

Laura Larson, “Prop” (2012)

The image, titled “Prop” (2012), feels like an appropriate end point in an exhibition of works by an artist who’s always reminding us that photography is a malleable art form, that the artist’s hand is always in it, and that there was no point in the trajectory of the medium when that was not the case.

Laura Larson: Photographs 1996–2012 continues at Lennon, Weinberg, Inc. (TK, Chelsea, Manhattan) through September 13.

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One reply on “Artifice, Authorship, and the History of Photography”

  1. I saw this show today. I went in already liking it, ready to love the exhibition and be enthralled by more of Larson’s photos. I thought it would be as magical as the images in the article (and their descriptions). I was very disappointed by the fact that many of the images online are actually *larger* than they are in real life, and I know that is an artistic choice, but the way they were displayed matted in thick white paper and quite close together did not serve them well. All the larger format images (from the Apparition series) were framed with highly reflective glass so you couldn’t look at them from any angle without seeing your own reflection. There isn’t much more exhibited than what you see in this article, and I wouldn’t recommend a trip if you’re not already in the neighborhood. All this said I still love the concepts and the photography. Just not the exhibition itself.

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