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Gypsum Sand and Mountain Range September 17, 1968, White
Sands National Monument, New Mexico These dunes are in a
remote high desert near where the first atomic bomb was exploded
in 1945. Edward Weston did not make use of the complementary
shapes of the distant Santa Anna Mountains, from where the gypsum
has been eroding for thousands of years. Enough for him was the
ever-changing positive/negative volumes of the shifting sand and
its accompanying shadows. There is nothing to see, in a pictorial
sense, in the middle of the day. This is a place which is wholly
dependent on direct sunlight for drama.
JEREMY TAYLOR [FORTY
YEARS IN PHOTOGRAPHY]
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Pier, Gravel and Footprints May 20, 1981, Toronto Beaches
district The low angle of view appears to make the pier lift
up as it points toward the horizon. The shape of the pier and the
dark water combined with the emptiness of the scene produce a
strong composition pervaded by an ominous, even psychological
mood.

Buoy, Stones, Faint Horizon June 1, 1981, Toronto Beaches district.
This series shows the influence of the minimalist school, which
had been around for some time before I discovered it. For me it
was also a turning away from the tightly composed close up, which
emphasized form and composition, intense energy contained within a
small space; whereas here, the view shows a wide space with
relatively little in it and the position of the frame is not so
critical. The equivalence of universal form is not the issue here,
the central position of the buoy, one of the smallest objects in
the picture, however, suggests looking, gazing, perhaps within.

Centred Stone Oct. 17, 1982, Toronto Beaches district The
water, exquisitely rendered by the diffuse sky light and rippled
by a light breeze, is still flat enough to give an impression of
light passing between the clouds. The foreground object, anchored
to the edge of the frame, frees the eye to roam over the lake and
sky but, as there are no major forms out there to engage the eye -
texture is not enough - an aesthetic arrest takes place. What
started out as a subtle study in movement ends up being a picture
of stillness.

Leaves and Tree Trunks (H) August, 18, 1994, Moore Park Ravine,
Toronto. This image has been compared to a waterfall, a
curtain, or even a magical garden. It took at least two attempts
to get it right and great depth of field combined with a long
exposure necessitated picking a day when not a leaf seemed to
move. Something in me wanted to make this work. Perhaps it was the
memories of my father's oil paintings with this screen effect on
something dark in the foreground preventing one from reaching
something brighter in the background.

Trees and Bridge (H) November 20, 1994, Don Valley/Bloor
Viaduct, Toronto. This photograph is a deliberate effort to
contrast the forms of nature and that of the constructed. After
several previous unsatisfactory exposures, from further away over
the previous year, I borrowed from the past and moved in close for
a tightly composed picture including just enough form to make a
recognizable likeness of the place while finding the viewpoint and
the framing to make this statement. This was the last photograph I
made in the Don Valley during that period and by including the
bridge, foreshadowed where I would look next for a new assignment
in the street.

Winter Grass (H) February 12, 1996, Newcastle, Ontario This
subject was chosen based on earlier successes in the Don Valley. I
wanted to make a series of photographs of grass. This was an
occasion where I felt free enough to stop the car at the beginning
of a long trip to Montreal and it was very cold. If it wasn't for
the brilliant sunlight I might have just driven right on by. I was
somewhat distracted by the rush of passing cars and thoughts of
how far I had to drive that day to meet friends and family at a
prearranged time. Do subjects have the photographer's name, for
whom they are intended, written on them? What is freedom anyway?
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Taylor's private struggles continued to fuel his quest;
his marriage ended in 1971, a year after the birth of his son,
Malcolm. In search of spiritual support, he was initiated into
meditation and lived in ashrams, first in India and then in the
Divine Light Mission in Denver, Colorado. Life in the mission
required complete renunciation of possessions, family and his
photography. It was at this time that noted Canadian photographer,
Robert Bourdeau, with whom Taylor had maintained a professional
friendship since their meeting in the mid '60s, asked to purchase
Jeremy's 11x14 view camera. Bourdeau still uses this camera today.
In 1976, after four years, Taylor decided to leave the ashram,
move to Toronto and once again pursue personal growth through
photography. The draw of photography on Taylor is a continuing
thread in his life. He had been strongly affected by Edward
Weston's work when he first saw it in 1960. Sixteen years later he
became reacquainted when a major retrospective of 250 works came
to Denver; again he felt an overwhelming affinity. Coincidentally
the Denver mission had indicated to him that he would have to
reconsider the conditions of his stay there. They had been told by
the U. S. government that all expatriates living in the ashram
must either take out U. S. citizenship or return to their native
countries. Implied in this was the necessity to become self
sufficient. Jeremy felt his skill in photography could support
him. Because he did not speak French he chose to relocate in
Toronto where he supposed he would be able to establish himself as
a fine art printer. The challenge was difficult, but working at a
succession of menial jobs he acquired enough equipment to set up a
darkroom. The series from this period, Austere
Horizon: views of Lake Ontario taken from the Toronto
Beaches districts reflective.
The series presents a sense of oneness. The images seem to act
as psychological and spiritual analogies for meditation; there is
a centralized position of some subjects, expansive skies, faint
horizons, still water. From my arrival in Toronto I began to find
my own way. JEREMY TAYLOR
The emptiness in Pier, Gravel,
Footprints, Sky is portentous. The distant marker in Stones,
Buoy, Faint Horizon draws us into nothingness. Despair is
palpable. We almost wince away from the rock shrouded by seaweed
in Centred Stone. Once again, in 1987, Taylor gave up
photography, selling his equipment to purchase a piano. This began
a period in which he explored classical music. From the discipline
of study, and the stimulation of concerts and recordings he
attempted to find meaning.
Again in 1992 the photographer was lured back. Joseph
Campbell notes: "The way of the mystic and the artist are
alike except the mystic has no craft. Craft holds the artist to
the world. The mystic goes off through his psyche into the
transcendent. The artist goes to many of the same places but is
held to the world." 12. For Jeremy Taylor photography is a
vital expression. Four decades of darkroom experience honed his
expertise and eye; meditation deepened his perceptions; dedicated
personal study nurtured his intellectual curiosity. The challenge
in Taylor's Pathways series is
ambitious. The photographs were made in Toronto around the Don
Valley, including the Moore Park Ravine but the sense is of Walt
Whitman's look at America in Leaves of
Grass. In his preface, Whitman lamented:" but
folks expect of the poet to indicate more than the beauty and
dignity which always attach to dumb real objects they expect him
to indicate the path between reality and their souls." 13.
Taylor's photographs respond to this challenge.
The ravines of Toronto are a landscape of miniature forms,
intimate co-minglings of species; whereas, western landscape is
monumental and bold. Sometimes with my camera I come to a complete
stop struck by the complexity and persistence of growth in this
tenuous urban niche.
Everywhere there is movement, even within things standing still
like twigs, leaves and grass. Nature never stops as she creates a
life-sustaining path through these delicate structures. For our
eyes though, a path is an artifact of movement, countless steps
taken and more to come.
When I look at my photographs from the Don Valley, which often
have no centre, no figure/ground convention, I discover new ways
of seeing and my eye is trained in an unfamiliar rhythm. JEREMY
TAYLOR
Winter Grass pulsates with a
sense of rebirth. Grass, which is matted and static after
winter, appears more like the warm fur of a sleeping animal
protecting the new sprouts awaiting spring. Twigs defiantly thrust
erect waiting for buds to form. In Trees
and Bridge the random and the regular are balanced. It
is difficult to tell which lines are bridge and which trees. The
bridge is like a tree but with stronger more geometric lines - the
branches of its support system. There is symbiosis. In Leaves,
Tree Trunks the viewer is invited into a verdant
richness of foliage suggesting the Romantic woods of A
Midsummer's Night's Dream or the forest of Arden in As You
Like It where joy and restoration are assured. The vines
invite entry into a primordial existence, yet the reality is the
Moore Park ravine, surrounded, unseen, by concrete twisted into
the jungle of the Don Valley Parkway.
Taylor's fascination with how the random and the ordered
are balanced is pursued further in his latest series: Intersection.
This series began in 1993 with studies of billboards and their
placement in the Toronto cityscape and continues to the present.
In these works the seemingly diverse details of the city's streets
coalesce into a Gestalt whole. 14. The series poses many
questions. Is eternity only a taunting illusion, like an open
glass box where our stay will be but a brief respite, as suggested
in Bus Shelter? In Roads,
Bridge and Sky the written signs are diminished, but
their suggestions are more ominous. Will we have to label nature
to recognize it once the whirligig of the "Masonry
World" transgresses it? These images speak to Andre Breton's
expectations for surrealism. We view elements small and large
juxtaposed into new asymmetric wholes somehow balanced yet in
disharmony. Our sense of order is uncertain like the couple in Two
People Waiting. Does Taylor fear we are becoming
numbed like those in Mime and Pedestrians?
If this is his fear, his genius is that his works reveal places of
reconciliation by showing the viewer frozen moments of visual
harmony. 15. Consider one of his most recent works Riverdale
Park and White Buildings, made in 1997. This
image speaks to us of a place beyond the temporal of daily
activity - a wide expansive space offering solace.
The inspiration for Jeremy Taylor's work is the
physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual bounty of human
experience. Taylor's forty year photographic offering shows us
that art can lead us away from the often-jaded contrivances of
post modernism, and bring about a renaissance of the noble
intentions with which modernism began and which seeing through the
eye of spirit furthers.
The camera is a fluid way of encountering that other
reality. Jerry N. Uelsmann
Photography is a tool for dealing with things everybody
knows but isn't attending to Emmet Gowin
- From conversations with photographer Har-Prakash Khalsa.
- Ibid
- Robert Hughes, "The Faces of Power", The Shock
of the New (England 1980), 93.
- Ibid, 83.
- Ibid, 82.
- Ibid, 85.
- Ibid, 95.
- Meyer Scharpiro, "Mondrian: Order and Randomness in
Abstract Painting", Modern Art 19th and 20th
Centuries: selected papers (New York 1978),242.
- Ibid, 242
- Edward Weston, The Daybooks of Edward Weston (George
Eastman House, 1961)entry for September 4, 1924, 190.
- Joseph Campbell, The Way of Art, Sounds True Audio
Recording.
- Walt Whitman, from "Preface to Leaves of Grass", American
Poetry and Prose (Boston 1960), 586.
- From conversations with photographer Har-Prakash Khalsa.
- Ibid.
- Ibid
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Sculpture and Skyline May 24, 1998, Blue Jays Way and Spadina, Toronto.
In the beginning of this series, billboards figured large in the
frame. Here, the poster is small by being far away, but its strong
composition of a woman's half-clad figure is easy to spot. The
contrast of the vertical male figure and the reclining female
figure is perhaps too obvious - she above the trees, he at work
doing something.

Bus Shelter (H) February 18, 1996, Spadina and Sullivan,
Toronto, Ontario As soon as I saw this subject, I knew I had
to catch something of it. My first thought was to make the
exposure while the people were still inside the shelter, hoping to
contrast the elegant clean faces of the poster with those of the
people of the "real world" inside. 8x10 camerawork being
what it is n slow, and the sound of the arriving bus made an
instant change of plans necessary: something that is a cinch with
a 35. I could have moved in closer but with this early image in
the series, INTERSECTION, I wanted context n strong compositions,
yes, but things in their proper setting.

Riverdale Park and White Buildings (H) September 27, 1997,
Riverdale Park, East Toronto, Ontario. I attempted to portray
the scene with an even hand, without featuring any one aspect,
however, the sensual shadow forms spilling over the grass seem to
influence the picture toward the sublime. This is one of the
widest views I've taken and has no signs of words directing anyone
to anything. It is almost pastoral.
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Two People Waiting August 1, 1998, Queen and Victoria Streets,
Toronto It is the woman's gesture of the right hand in
silhouette that is so arresting for me. I had thought that only
one person waiting would work best, but the contrast between the
tall young man and the older woman of Asian origin is also
striking n both doing the same thing but perhaps in very different
worlds and certainly with a different project.

Mime and Pedestrians (V) April 11, 1998, Ste. Catherine and
Union Streets, Montreal, Quebec Here, the intersection is
about theatre and traffic, stillness and the movement, light and
shade and the mysterious and the bizarre that happen when two or
more are gathered on the City Street. Is Montreal more open and
lighter than Toronto? Are very old memories of a youthful life in
those streets playing a part in me recording this scene? Could I
find anything remotely like this in Toronto?

Roads, Bridge and Sky August 1, 1998, From the
"Pathways" series. The absence of high-rise towers still
affords a view of the lay of the land, nevertheless, this is a
transfigured landscape. Where are we going from here? A current
theory of the cosmos suggests that, while the rate of expansion of
the universe is slowing down, it may never stop, thus preventing a
contraction. Can humanity then, go on forever?
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