I don't have a lucky number.
But I admit to a feeling of reassurance when we bought at house whose address was 36. That's "double-chai" -- or double life -- in Jewish tradition. That's a good sign, I thought. Several other people made the same comment. That's also a good sign. I'm not superstitious, I thought, it's my tradition.
Sure enough, our family has lived there happily for 18 years. Too bad there isn't a number that represents "good home maintenance." We could have used that!
Numbers have power. Numbers have meaning. The Mayans and Aztecs, who probably understood the fundamentals of mathematics better than most high school calculus students, had a simultaneous mystical and intellectual approach to numbers.
1, 3, 7 -- these are almost universal mystical numbers to traditions across time, space and religious belief. It's probably not a coincidence that they also are prime numbers.
When I started the Dare to Touch the Face of God project and needed to secure funding, I knew that the dollar amounts -- the numbers -- were an important part of the concept.
So, what do these numbers mean?
There are so many ancient traditions and so many numbers. I chose from among the most common and most wide ranging.
$7 - Mayans, Aztecs, Christians, Muslims, Jews, ancient Egyptians, Hindus, and many others consider 7 to be one of the most mystical numbers. Seven days of the week, God rested on the 7th day, seven chakras, seven colors of the rainbow, seven musical whole notes on the scale. Seven is the number of Christian Revelation, of Mayan Perfection, of Kabbalistic Wholeness and Completion, of Egyptian Hermetic Principles. There's lots more.
$33 - In Christian tradition, Jesus is said to have accomplished 33 miracles; he lived for 33 years. King David reigned in Jerusalem for 33 years. There are 33 atmospheric gods in the Zen books, Buddha was followed from the desert by 33 princes of spirits, to whom he gave sacred instruments. Dante's "Divine Comedy" had 33 songs to the Purgatory and 33 songs to the Sky. Women ham radio operators often sign of with "33," meaning "fondest regards."
$74 -- In some Muslim traditions, the name of the Prophet Muhammad is represented by 74. The number has some meanings in Buddhist and Hindu traditions that, frankly, are over my head!
$108 -- Wow! 108 is filled with mystical meanings in Eastern regilious traditions. Hindu and Sikh malas, or prayer beads, contain 108 beads. Apparently 108 has been a sacred number in the Indian Subcontinent for a very long time, explained as the product of the powers 1, 2, and 3 in mathematics. Again, this is beyond me (I'm an artist!) but it's something like: 1 to 1st power=1; 2 to 2nd power=4 (2x2); 3 to 3rd power=27 (3x3x3). 1x4x27=108.
There's more! The diameter of the sun is believed to be 108 times the diameter of the Earth. In astrology, there are 12 houses and 9 planets. 12 times 9 equals 108. In the Krishna tradition, there were said to be 108 gopis or maid servants of Krishna. The number 108 is used in Islam to refer to God. In the Jain religion, 108 are the combined virtues of five categories of holy ones, including 12, 8, 36, 25, and 27 virtues respectively. The Chinese, Buddhists and Taoists use a 108 bead mala, which is called su-chu, and has three dividing beads, so the mala is divided into three parts of 36 each.
$360, $1800 - Larger numbers derive their power from smaller numbers. These both trace back to Hebrew Gematria, or numerology. Like in many languages, the letters have number equivalents. The Hebrew word for life, Chai, is made up of two letters, Cheit and Yod, or eight and 10. Combined, they equal 18, an ancient symbol of Life! 360 is ten times "double-chai." 1800 equal 100 times life!
$613 -- finally, 613 is the number of commandments in the Tanakh, or Hebrew Bible, also known as the Old Testament. (Yeah, there are a LOT more than 10 Commandments!)
Numbers have power. Numbers have meaning. But only the power and meaning that we give them. I'm hopeful that the power and meanings come to mean that you will join me to Dare the Touch the Face of God. There are only a few days left for me to reach my goal. It's an all or nothing proposition. I raise the goal or I don't. If the goal is not reached, the donors contribute nothing.
Please consider backing this project, and suggest it to someone else who can. Thank you!
Dare to Touch the Face of God - the Conversation
A journal and forum for the project "Dare to Touch the Face of God," a series of portraits of people of faith. The project is one artist's response to religious intolerance, violence and fear-mongering.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Subject as Partner
It seems like the easiest thing in the world.
Find your subject. Snap a picture.
Tourists do it all the time. Cute little Mayan children. Amish boys in a wagon. Ten-year-old monks in orange garb. People are our favorite photographic subjects.
But talk to your subject? That's a little intimate, isn't it?
I spend a lot of my professional life as a portrait photographer. Most are business portraits and family portraits that the subject wants to look perfect. I'm fine with that. I love portrait work. No, let me rephrase that. I LOVE portrait work. Anyone who has tried to take a good portrait of a friend or family member knows it's harder than it looks.
Once in a while a client wants a portrait that shows who they are, not just what they look like. I try to put energy and life into every portrait, but some subjects are closed; some are very open. My job is to find that spark that makes them who they are and print that on a flat piece of paper.
There's something magical when I know I've truly captured a piece of that personality.
There's only one way to do that. Relationship.
Make a photograph surreptitiously, hidden, from across the street, and you're likely to be met with anger and resentment. There's a myth that people in traditional cultures don't like having a picture taken because their "soul has been stolen." Really? I don't think so. Maybe that what they tell us because they think we can't understand or won't respect the real reason: they were treated like an object, not a person. In a way, something was stolen. Their dignity. Their permission. Their privacy.
When I first starting talking about Dare to Touch the Face of God, I knew I wanted to include subjects that would be uncomfortable for me. And for other people. That's part of the point. We don't have to make peace with our friends. We MUST talk to our enemies.
I don't really consider any of the people I want to include in the project as my enemies, but there are ideas and practices I'm uncomfortable with. Or that I know other people find troubling. Finding a way to ease these tensions -- and outright hostilities -- with a human face, a human voice, a human being, is my ultimate goal.
It's easy to get images. It's harder to start relationships.
One of the decisions I made from the beginning of the project is NEVER to photograph a person without his or her permission. Signed permission. An artist is not required to get a model release from a person. Legally, I can photograph anyone in a public place without their permission when used for artistic or editorial purposes.
Ok, fine. I have the law on my side. But what does it do the project when I'm shielded by the law? How can I create a project that addresses fear and intolerance if I'm too afraid or too wary to meet people? How can we find the face of God when we're not talking to the person first?
I'm awkward at approaching subjects. But I know I get better portraits when someone is my partner, not just the subject. The work benefits from the conversation, from the permission, from the relationship.
And as we talk, barriers instantly begin to break down. I don't mean that suddenly all is right with the world, but the world becomes a little less scary. It's a start.
Crossing boundaries to bring people into a project of this magnitude is time consuming, costly, and taxing -- emotionally and intellectually.
I think it's going to be worth it.
Find your subject. Snap a picture.
Tourists do it all the time. Cute little Mayan children. Amish boys in a wagon. Ten-year-old monks in orange garb. People are our favorite photographic subjects.
But talk to your subject? That's a little intimate, isn't it?
I spend a lot of my professional life as a portrait photographer. Most are business portraits and family portraits that the subject wants to look perfect. I'm fine with that. I love portrait work. No, let me rephrase that. I LOVE portrait work. Anyone who has tried to take a good portrait of a friend or family member knows it's harder than it looks.
Once in a while a client wants a portrait that shows who they are, not just what they look like. I try to put energy and life into every portrait, but some subjects are closed; some are very open. My job is to find that spark that makes them who they are and print that on a flat piece of paper.
There's something magical when I know I've truly captured a piece of that personality.
There's only one way to do that. Relationship.
Make a photograph surreptitiously, hidden, from across the street, and you're likely to be met with anger and resentment. There's a myth that people in traditional cultures don't like having a picture taken because their "soul has been stolen." Really? I don't think so. Maybe that what they tell us because they think we can't understand or won't respect the real reason: they were treated like an object, not a person. In a way, something was stolen. Their dignity. Their permission. Their privacy.
When I first starting talking about Dare to Touch the Face of God, I knew I wanted to include subjects that would be uncomfortable for me. And for other people. That's part of the point. We don't have to make peace with our friends. We MUST talk to our enemies.
I don't really consider any of the people I want to include in the project as my enemies, but there are ideas and practices I'm uncomfortable with. Or that I know other people find troubling. Finding a way to ease these tensions -- and outright hostilities -- with a human face, a human voice, a human being, is my ultimate goal.
It's easy to get images. It's harder to start relationships.
One of the decisions I made from the beginning of the project is NEVER to photograph a person without his or her permission. Signed permission. An artist is not required to get a model release from a person. Legally, I can photograph anyone in a public place without their permission when used for artistic or editorial purposes.
Ok, fine. I have the law on my side. But what does it do the project when I'm shielded by the law? How can I create a project that addresses fear and intolerance if I'm too afraid or too wary to meet people? How can we find the face of God when we're not talking to the person first?
I'm awkward at approaching subjects. But I know I get better portraits when someone is my partner, not just the subject. The work benefits from the conversation, from the permission, from the relationship.
And as we talk, barriers instantly begin to break down. I don't mean that suddenly all is right with the world, but the world becomes a little less scary. It's a start.
Crossing boundaries to bring people into a project of this magnitude is time consuming, costly, and taxing -- emotionally and intellectually.
I think it's going to be worth it.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Out of the Comfort Zone
The priests were not protesting at Planned Parenthood on Sunday morning. I drove past them, thinking I might be too early.
Instead, I drove downtown. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew I would know it when I saw it.
I did, in an empty city block across from St. Louis City Library. The magnificent library is closed for renovation. Chained link fencing and orange plastic fencing encloses the work site. Streets are closed off. The grassy block, which probably somebody thought would double as a park, has a few trees and a lot of people at night, fewer during the day. They live there.
I admit this is WAY outside my comfort zone. Most of the people in the "park" were men. They were rolling bedding, stowing their belongings, preparing themselves for another day. As I parked the car, I saw one woman, and farther away, a young child with a man.
Two people on a bench nearby watched as I got out of the car, flung a couple of cameras over my shoulder and made my way into a public space that was home to a dozen or more people.
Was I a little nervous? Sure? I'm a middle-aged spongy white woman armed with two professional cameras in a park of a dozen or more homeless people ... and I wanted something from them.
But I learned a lot time ago: people are people first. Everyone wants to be treated with respect and honesty. Is there evil in the world? Are there criminal sociopaths? Sure. But most people are not. And the people in this park were people first. I waited a respectful distant from one group until I was invited in.
Jacqueline was very happy to talk to me about the project. She apologized for still being in bed. She was moving slowly this morning.
She didn't want to talk about God. She did want to talk about being grateful for a warm October. She doesn't want to have to move into the shelter yet.
I talked to Jacqueline and her friend for a while. I opened a pack a crackers that four-year-old Jordan was having trouble with. Keith and I talked about the prospects for the project, where is was going and when it would be exhibited.
I had $6 in my wallet. They said they could get some lunch with that.
Homelessness is a disgrace. But people who are homeless are not. I'm grateful for welcome I got. And I know I will have to answer to some people: Are you crazy? they will ask. Did you have a gun? my mother will want to know. How could you do that? You could have been hurt!
If one of my major principles for this project is that all people are people of faith, then all people have to be in the project. Not just people I'm comfortable with. Not just people who will pose for me in the studio. Not just people who live pretty, interesting lives. But all people.
Homelessness is at epidemic proportions. People have lost their homes, their jobs, their safety nets. They have not lost their humanity.
While thousands of faces of God were found in churches early Sunday morning, they were also in that grassy city block that masquerades as a park, hoping the weather holds warm and dry for a few more weeks.
It was time well spent out of my comfort zone.
Instead, I drove downtown. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew I would know it when I saw it.
I did, in an empty city block across from St. Louis City Library. The magnificent library is closed for renovation. Chained link fencing and orange plastic fencing encloses the work site. Streets are closed off. The grassy block, which probably somebody thought would double as a park, has a few trees and a lot of people at night, fewer during the day. They live there.
I admit this is WAY outside my comfort zone. Most of the people in the "park" were men. They were rolling bedding, stowing their belongings, preparing themselves for another day. As I parked the car, I saw one woman, and farther away, a young child with a man.
Jacqueline, ©2010 Jeane Vogel |
Two people on a bench nearby watched as I got out of the car, flung a couple of cameras over my shoulder and made my way into a public space that was home to a dozen or more people.
Was I a little nervous? Sure? I'm a middle-aged spongy white woman armed with two professional cameras in a park of a dozen or more homeless people ... and I wanted something from them.
But I learned a lot time ago: people are people first. Everyone wants to be treated with respect and honesty. Is there evil in the world? Are there criminal sociopaths? Sure. But most people are not. And the people in this park were people first. I waited a respectful distant from one group until I was invited in.
Jacqueline was very happy to talk to me about the project. She apologized for still being in bed. She was moving slowly this morning.
She didn't want to talk about God. She did want to talk about being grateful for a warm October. She doesn't want to have to move into the shelter yet.
Keith, ©2010 Jeane Vogel |
I had $6 in my wallet. They said they could get some lunch with that.
Homelessness is a disgrace. But people who are homeless are not. I'm grateful for welcome I got. And I know I will have to answer to some people: Are you crazy? they will ask. Did you have a gun? my mother will want to know. How could you do that? You could have been hurt!
If one of my major principles for this project is that all people are people of faith, then all people have to be in the project. Not just people I'm comfortable with. Not just people who will pose for me in the studio. Not just people who live pretty, interesting lives. But all people.
Homelessness is at epidemic proportions. People have lost their homes, their jobs, their safety nets. They have not lost their humanity.
While thousands of faces of God were found in churches early Sunday morning, they were also in that grassy city block that masquerades as a park, hoping the weather holds warm and dry for a few more weeks.
It was time well spent out of my comfort zone.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Overcoming Biases
As I begin this project, I've been thinking about the type of portraits I want to create- and what statement I want to make. Art is, after all, communication.
First I looked at my fears and prejudices. What an uncomfortable process this will be! If part of the project's goal is to respond to religious intolerance, I have to get mine own out of the way first.
Let's be honest. Everyone has biases. Everyone has misconceptions. The trick is not acting upon them or letting them influence decisions.
I say it's "trick" because, to me, it's seems to take a sprinkling of magical fairy dust to erase those fears. While I find it incomprehensible that someone will see "terrorist" when they see a Muslim family -- to cite an all too common example today -- I will admit to seeing "anti-woman" when I see a Catholic priest protesting abortion services. That's one of my biases. It's a biggie.
But that person is a person of faith too. We can't both be right. But we can both be people.
So that's where I'm starting.
If I expect other people to confront bias and see a person of faith as a person first, I clearly have to do the work too.
What are the biases you see?
First I looked at my fears and prejudices. What an uncomfortable process this will be! If part of the project's goal is to respond to religious intolerance, I have to get mine own out of the way first.
Let's be honest. Everyone has biases. Everyone has misconceptions. The trick is not acting upon them or letting them influence decisions.
I say it's "trick" because, to me, it's seems to take a sprinkling of magical fairy dust to erase those fears. While I find it incomprehensible that someone will see "terrorist" when they see a Muslim family -- to cite an all too common example today -- I will admit to seeing "anti-woman" when I see a Catholic priest protesting abortion services. That's one of my biases. It's a biggie.
But that person is a person of faith too. We can't both be right. But we can both be people.
So that's where I'm starting.
If I expect other people to confront bias and see a person of faith as a person first, I clearly have to do the work too.
What are the biases you see?
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The Project Begins!
Welcome to Dare to Touch the Face of God blog!
Over the next several years, I plan to use this space as journal, a sounding board and a forum to generate ideas, work out details, discuss your concerns and grow the project.
As you might already know, this project is my response to the overwhelming religious hatred we hear almost everyday. Dare to Touch the Face of God is a planned series of intimate photographic portraits of religious leaders and lay people of the widest possible faith spectrum. I will work with subjects to capture their sense of practice or understanding of their faith practices and principles.
The series is intended to capture to breadth of religious understanding among people, and to further the definition of God.
The work will be presented as a public exhibition, on on-line exhibition and discussion, and a published book.
Want to know more? The dedicated website is http://www.daretotouchthefaceofgod.com.
Over the next several years, I plan to use this space as journal, a sounding board and a forum to generate ideas, work out details, discuss your concerns and grow the project.
As you might already know, this project is my response to the overwhelming religious hatred we hear almost everyday. Dare to Touch the Face of God is a planned series of intimate photographic portraits of religious leaders and lay people of the widest possible faith spectrum. I will work with subjects to capture their sense of practice or understanding of their faith practices and principles.
The series is intended to capture to breadth of religious understanding among people, and to further the definition of God.
The work will be presented as a public exhibition, on on-line exhibition and discussion, and a published book.
Want to know more? The dedicated website is http://www.daretotouchthefaceofgod.com.
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