Dreams of America: Work in Progress
Posted on Sep 4, 2014
By Lena Herzog
Can one capture dreams in a photograph? Each day, as we move through the world, we give ourselves away, revealing our inner lives. Dreams can be photographed, manifested in the ceremonious exhibition of ourselves. The most ardent wishes and visions from the spectacle that plays out in our heads frequently translate in a display of costume and gesture.
Over the past 15 years, I have made it my work to create catalogs of such manifestations around the world. My first three books of photography dealt exclusively with this subject in Spain, India and Tibet. Contextualized by the rituals of bullfight, flamenco and Buddhist pilgrimages, I concentrated on the psychological underpinnings of ritual participation. In these countries, the ceremonies are almost exclusively historical. Here, in the United States, the ritualized costumes and rites are projected as much into the future as they refer to the past.
I grew up in Russia’s Ural Mountains and immigrated to the United States in 1990. I was naturalized in 1999. I am part stranger, part citizen in America. My work is an ongoing exploration of my still-new home in all its elusive mystery. “Dreams of America” is work in progress.
Can the American imaginary be depicted? Can I capture using my eye, my instincts and my camera, the dreams of my subjects? Can I make them evident to the viewer? After several years of research, shooting and printing, living on the road in this country, I decided that I shall try to do that: hold a mirror of my own to the varied expressions of the American Dream.
I began traveling to political rallies and discovered that the extreme right wing readily parades its views, as its adherents venerate a fictitious America of the 1950s pre-civil rights era. Their desperation and exhaustion with being stuck in the present is tangible and is reflected in their dress code; nostalgic costumes and adornments of the ’50s. An elderly couple dressed as the American flag, complete with red-white-and-blue-striped top hats, suspiciously eye me from their folding chairs. They miss that falsely homogenous, monochromatic America, and want what never was “back.” At a Glenn Beck rally on the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, these people were saying, “We too have dreams.”
A few years ago, I photographed one of my favorite cities, New Orleans, and its inhabitants: streetwalkers, Mardi Gras float riders, local actresses. I met a woman named Antoinette. She was once married to blues singer Ernie K-Doe, known for a hit single called “Mother-in-Law.” Antoinette ran a bar by the same name. In the corner of her bar stood a mannequin made in the likeness of her late husband. “Why did you have him made … like this?” I asked her. “Because I miss him, baby,” she answered.
I have returned several times to Comic-Con in San Diego to photograph people who congregate to celebrate comics. Most of the participants were earnest and single-minded in their devotion to specific characters rather than to any political agenda. “I do not look that much different normally,” said a girl with a spider necklace. A woman who looked like a full-frame Roy Lichtenstein painting complained that her arm got tired from holding up her thought bubble but insisted on the precise rendering.
These people are not smothered by their fantasies—they are their fantasies. Their metamorphosis is complete.
Creating an encyclopedia of the American imaginary is not my ambition, even if it were possible. My intention is to create an American dreamscape, although it is doomed to be an incomplete one. I offer not a critique, but dreams as they manifest themselves, grandiose and ritualized, futuristic and retrograde, beautiful and scary. America—a reverie.
Featured below is a slideshow of 14 photographs from Lena Herzog’s “Dreams of America” series. View them on full-screen mode and click “Show Info” for caption information. Or view the collection in its entirety here.
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