I’m the Best Printer in the World: Richard Benson’s Survey of Printing

The Printed Picture by Richard Benson  |  Published by MoMA, 2008

Richard Benson taught at Yale for thirty years.  He was named Dean of the Art School in 1995, and when he stepped down from that job in 2006, a tribute by photographer Tod Papageorge in the Yale Art Gallery Bulletin described his career as "crooked" and "careening." 

The young Benson looked so much like his father that the family called him Chip, as in "off the old block." John Howard Benson was a legendary calligrapher and stonecutter whom his son recalls as an "odd" man with a long beard and homemade corduroy shirts – he died when Benson was 12.  

After his freshman year at Brown, Benson told the college president he wanted "to work with his hands" and left. He became a large-format photographer, a master printer, received a MacArthur "genius grant” and two Guggenheims. He helped develop the tri-tone printing process and invented a way to make gorgeous prints in acrylic paint on coated aluminum.  In a 1990 New Yorker profile he admitted, without seeming to exactly boast, "I can honestly say that I'm the best printer in the world."

A Violent Fairy Tale

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Nicolas Winding Refn’s latest film Drive, is a violent fairy tale, set on the surreally tinted night time streets of LA, that follows a stunt driving James Dean look-a-like (Ryan Gosling ) as he attempts to rescue a tragically single-mom/waitress (Carey Mulligan) from a series of mobster clichés and recognizable TV actors. After which ensues a series of operatically shot splatter fest confrontations between the lone driver and his video game quality enemies. 

Ron Perlman vs. Joan of Arc: Overanalyzing Season of the Witch

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Should a film starring Ron Perlman not be taken seriously on the ground that it stars Ron Perlman?

Awkward Truth and Oren Moverman’s The Messenger

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Much has been written about Oren Moverman’s film The Messenger. However, even with its two Oscar nominations (best supporting actor and best original screenplay, 2010) The Messenger seems yet to have really breached the mainstream. I am hoping that the release of the DVD and Blu-Ray editions of the film will expose this poetic and wonderfully shot film to a wider audience. It deserves to be seen.

Review: The 4th annual New York Art Book Fair

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Organized by Printed Matter, “The world's largest non-profit organization dedicated to the promotion of publications made by artists,” the 4th annual New York Art Book Fair was, more than anything else, an exhibition of some of the most creative, inspiring, and significant art being made today. The fact that it was held at one of the most revered venues in contemporary art, taking up three floors of space on a beautiful fall weekend in New York City, attests to the prominence of book arts and the status of independent publishing today.

A Complete Idiot's Guide to Jack Kerouac

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Every once in a while a book comes along that seems to symbolize all that is wrong with the publishing industry (if not the world of art and culture at large). There are books that are actually so ‘bad’ that their publication creates something not just worthless but actually harmful to society. You’re a Genius All the Time, by Chronicle Books, Regina Weinreich and the so-called Jack Kerouac Estate, is just such a book.

The Task of the Viewer is to Surrender to the Image: Applying Translation Theory to Thomas Dworzak’s Taliban, Pt. 1

Image © Thomas Dworzak / MAGNUM

In December of 2001, Magnum photographer Thomas Dworzak visited Kandahar, Afghanistan, the city that had been the center of the Taliban regime. When the Taliban were in power, from 1996 until 2001, their strict interpretation of Islam forbade all visual representation of humans and of mammals.

Introduction to The Blue Poet Dreams by Chris Wiley

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While Rome is the eternal city, Venice is a city outside of time. Though the tourists may lope by the hundreds across St. Marks Square, scattering its hoards of pigeons skyward, the city remains unperturbed, petrified in its golden light. It is as if one is never truly there at all, as if in visiting the city one becomes a ghost, an apparition that flits across its surface like moonlight on the Adriatic. One becomes uncertain if it is the city that is an anachronism, or oneself.

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