Artist's Talk: Sean Hemmerle
Sunday, October 2
2:00 - 3:00 p.m.
Sean Hemmerle will discuss his photographic portrait project, Them , during his talk on Sunday, October 2. In November 2016, selected works from Them will be featured in Galerie Julain Sanders at Paris Photo, the international art fair dedicated to the the photographic medium. http://www.parisphoto.com/paris/exhibitors/galerie-julian-sander
Sean Hemmerle is a New York-based (Poughkeepsie) photographer whose work ranges from international conflict zones to contemporary architecture to portraiture. His conflict images span a tumultuous decade, from the World Trade Center to Kabul, Baghdad, Gaza, Juarez and Beirut. Closer to home, Hemmerle has created award-winning photographs that reflect the pathos and poetry of the American Rust Belt, including work from Detroit, Pittsburgh, Toledo, Gary, and Albany.
Hemmerele collaborated with the Columbia Journalism Review on the “Media Nodes” project, a photographic survey of more than seventy American newsrooms, examining their functionality and proxemics. He has exhibited nationally and internationally. His work can be found in public and private collections, including the Museum of Modern Art, the International Center for Photography, the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, and the Calvin Klein, Donald Fisher, and Martin Margulies Collections. Hemmerle’s images have been featured in numerous publications, including The New York Times Magazine, New York Magazine, Time, Metropolis, and Architectural Record.
Journal text referencing the subject in the above photograph:
I walked through the remains of the Iraqi Olympic Committee offices this morning. One very large bomb, exploded near the base of the six story, block long structure, fractured it from top to bottom, ripping a crater in it twenty feet deep and collapsing portions of the floors above. There are no walls remaining on the first two floors. The exterior melts and disintegrates in Claes Oldenburg fashion. On the upper floors, evidence of the office activities remain, but most are ashen. The area smells exactly like ground zero did on September 11. A family now lives on the premises and is constantly involved in scavenging any useable materials. One man walked with me through the floors making charade gestures of airplanes dropping bombs, explosions, and men firing rifles. Occasionally he would stand with arms raised, palms up, and frown at me quizically. He asked me where i was from. I told him, "Mexico." –September 13, 2003