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1st Friday - December 2008
12/4/2008

Dec2008 RBG

This Friday, December 5, 2008, the Romaine Brooks Gallery presents its featured artist for December, Kevin Miller, and his photography exhibit ‘Perception’ as part of the 1st Friday Albany events. Kevin is an amazing photographer, far better than myself in fact, and his work is something to be seen. Be sure to stop by the Gallery at the Capital District Gay & Lesbian Community Center at 332 Hudson Avenue, Albany, NY 12210 from 5 to 9 PM this Friday!

Dec2008 RBG
Photo courtesy of Kevin Miller

Artist Profile: Kevin Miller
Romaine Brooks Gallery: December 2008
By Alan Bennett Ilagan

The man is naked. Rendered in black and white, lit softly from above, his body is flagrantly yet discreetly displayed - shadows distinguish his sculpted torso, the curves of his backside, and the sinewy play of his muscles. He stands hunched over a barrel. Bands of metal bind the wood, circling and holding it in place, as the man holds his pose, head down and face hidden. In another scene he is crouched down, his bare skin luminous against a dark background, and contrasting with the dim rough-hewn features of the barrel.
To some, it is a work of art, to others, a shameless ploy bordering on pornography. How can one person see beauty and magnificence in one work of art, while another finds it ugly and mean? One word: Perception.

As the title of Kevin Miller’s new show at the Romaine Brooks Gallery, ‘Perception’ works on a number of levels. It is at the core of any art exhibit. No matter how straight-forward or obvious a work may be, the perception is different for every individual. It’s what makes art such a personal experience. For Miller, his art is a way of presenting what he sees to the world.

“I look at most things in an artistic way and that is the way I have always been,” he says. “I guess this is one of the toughest things I have to deal with in the subject matter that I am currently involved with. I don’t look at the models in front of the camera as being a model or that I may be shooting someone in the nude, I look at them as a piece of art. I am constantly thinking about the best way to enhance and bring out the best features in the photo.”

Miller’s work, while sometimes overt, never veers towards the obscene. He is not out to shock or titillate, but at the same time he is not afraid of nudity or erotica. That said, Miller maintains a few rules, including no full-frontal shots for his shows.

“Although during a shoot I may take full frontal pictures for the models, if that is what they want, I personally do not show any frontal in my pictures,” he explains. “I just feel that this leaves a sense of curiosity in the pictures and I don’t really feel a need to have to show any more. It is always a fine line I have to walk between my pictures being received as an art form or crossing over into someone thinking it is pornography. I want my work to be both a piece of art and sensual at the same time.”

Like his photographs, in person Mr. Miller comes on in a rather quiet and unassuming manner. At first glance he is soft-spoken, reserved, some might say shy. Even with his crinkly-eyed ready smile, he never seems entirely at ease. Only after spending time with him does his strength and self-assurance come out. The smile belies the strength. The same is true of his artwork.

On the surface, Miller’s photography is polished and clean, with flattering light and contrasting darkness, but upon closer examination their artistry and composition reveal a sound and solid structure based on classic nude sculpture. These are landscapes of the body - topographical studies of the human form. Shadows play as important a role as the lighting in his work, revealing as they conceal, softening corners and blurring edges. It lends a desire to see more, drawing the viewer further into the scene, and begging to reveal more. It’s an effective technique, one that Miller honed through experience rather than formal schooling.

Miller asserts that, “All my photography skills are self taught either through trial and error or reading up on different techniques. Many times I search photography sites to get ideas of subject matters and composition and then try to figure out how the photographer was able to achieve the look. I am always looking for new and exciting ways to improve my shots.”

The most difficult part of taking photos is, oddly enough, not the technical aspect, but finding willing models. He readily admits, “The hardest part of the photography I do is finding people who will model for me. Once this is done I usually find out what the models are interested in and the types of photographs they want.”

As in much of art, interpretation is highly subjective, and Miller welcomes the varied takes on a single piece. Different readings of a photograph allow him to see different aspects of his own work, revealing things that might otherwise go unnoticed or overlooked. He is also open enough to go into his shoots without a definitive plan or vision.

“Most of the time when I begin a shoot, I have no image in mind when I begin. Each model is different, each setting is different and I feel that is what makes photography so exciting. There are times when I take a shot and I know just by looking in the viewfinder that I have just taken a great shot. Other times, though, I never realize it until I load it into the computer and add some special effects that the beauty comes through. Some photographers are totally against manipulating an image, but my feelings are that [the] human eye is limited in things that it can see. By adding special effects or changing a tone in a picture can bring out something that we would have never seen before.”

Such tweaking is the province of the artist, and the reactions to the finished works are the domain of the viewers. The opening of a show is the moment that creation, reaction, and perception collide, and Miller wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I feel the purpose of art is to allow us to look at things in this world through someone else’s eyes or perception,” he says. “So often we pass things by without really looking at the beauty in it. What is so nice about art is that you may look at something and see it in a totally different way than someone else. The hope I have for my own work is that those who are viewing it can see the beauty in the human body as an art form and not something to be ashamed of.”

To that end, Miller has already largely succeeded. Far from something scandalous, his work portrays the purity of the human figure, bringing an almost-spiritual aspect to his subjects and eliciting the intrinsic beauty of his models. Anyone can capture an image on a digital camera these days, it takes a true artist to transform that into something more.
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The 2008 Christmas Card
12/3/2008

Xmas 2008

… Sleep in heavenly peace . . .

What? You thought I’d be naked?

Happy Holidays to all ~ Alan Bennett Ilagan


Staring Intently in Anticipation
12/2/2008

Ornament. . . ..Ornament. . . . . .Ornament

All of the 2008 Christmas Card will be revealed tomorrow…

Hint: my body fills in the blanks…

All good things to those who wait…


The Most Shocking Christmas Card Ever…
12/1/2008

Xmas Coming
It wasn’t last year’s… Jack and smokes be damned…

Xmas Coming
It wasn’t 2006’s crucifixion scene in honor of The Revelation

Xmas Coming
It wasn’t even 2005’s mirrored jockstrap shot, that the folks from Stamps.com somehow found unworthy of their strict standards…

No, this year will blow them all away…

To be unveiled this week.

Just when you think you know him, he does something like this.

Christmas will never be the same…


Frozen in the Frost
11/30/2008

Frozen leaves

Frozen leaves

Frozen leaves


Magenta Feelings
11/29/2008

Magenta

Taking shelter in the base of my spine…


When the Sky Changes
11/28/2008

Fall Again


A Thanksgiving Cactus
11/27/2008

Tgiving

Tgiving

Tgiving


Sneakers by Kenneth Cole
11/26/2008

Sneak

For slumming.


Xmas Gift Redux
11/25/2008

LV

Hold the phone: I’ve had a change of heart on my wish for a Louis Vuitton Graphite piece. It turns out the Keepall in Graphite is no longer available for the moment. The above Jorn bag is still out there, but it seems a bit too much, and a tad too trendy - not that I would ever say no to it - quite the contrary (particularly since I have a hat that would match it perfectly…) But I digress…

Instead, it is far wiser to go for the classic and traditional Louis Vuitton Monogram Canvas Keepall 55 with Shoulder Strap for $1,270.00 - and my initials in red. I’ve wanted it for over two years, so I think it best to stick with one’s gut instinct.

LV

That was a weight off my shoulders… so let’s get one of these bags back on - See www.louisvuitton.com.


Nothing Comes From Nothing
11/24/2008

No Frills

DECEMBER 6, 2008 - THE NO-FRILLS PARTY
Hosted by Andy & Alan
Be there… or don’t.


In Our Wake
11/23/2008

Essence

It’s always the absence of a person that is felt so keenly, and the fact of their non-presence that moves us the most. It’s the moment just after they’ve gone, or the moment they’re briefly away, when we stumble upon some remnant of where they just were - a forgotten scarf, a crumb-filled plate, an empty glass - the essence of them - that stings the heart so swiftly, and seemingly from nowhere.

Essence

It’s important to leave something behind, a token - however momentary - that signifies one’s presence. Too often, that’s more powerful than the real thing. The mere suggestion tends to lodge in one’s head, wrenching its way into the subconscious and leaving more of an impact.

Essence

The whisper of someone’s possessions - the otherwise-insignificant objects that are laden with such import because they were once held by the one who mattered… these are the things that pull at the heartstrings, reminders that those we loved were indeed here.

Essence

Like the feather left behind by the quick retreat of a bird, certain bits of bric-a-brac dropped by the departed leave a small part of the person to remind of their absence.

Essence

Sometimes they are all we have left.


Madonna in Vuitton at Gucci
11/22/2008

Mad

I don’t care what anyone says - I fucking love it.


The Headless Harlequin
11/21/2008

HH

What some people wouldn’t give to see the day…


Christmas Wish List for a Sometimes-Stylish Gay Guy
11/20/2008

It’s that time of the year - when I make my play, once again, for a big-ticket item for holiday gift-giving. In spite of these posts, people still seem unsure what to get me, so I’m narrowing the playing field to two choices: the Louis Vuitton Damier Graphite Keepall 55 or the Louis Vuitton Damier Graphite Jorn.

LV

First, the Keepall 55, as seen above. This would become my main piece of luggage for all travels. Roomy enough for a whole weekend of outfits, it’s still small enough to fit as a carry-on for most flights. At $1270 it’s a reasonable price for LV, and it can be personalized (my initials ‘ABI’ in red please).

LV

Second, the Jorn bag, above, would be my new daily messenger bag. As such, it would be utilized on a regular basis, but that comes with a slightly-more-hefty price-tag - $1480 to be exorbitantly exact.

So pool your money, sell your children, and do what needs to be done to stimulate this economy. (Not that pouring a grand into a French company is helping, but hey, it can’t hurt.)


Snow Roses
11/19/2008

Snow Roses

Somehow these roses have survived all the way until now, despite a number of below-freezing nights.

Snow Roses

As they have lasted, their beauty has grown. Grasses and perennials browned and withered beside them. The cherry tree above them lost all of its leaves. But still they bloomed on.

Snow Roses

Today the weather alternated between snow and sun, and as I’ve been home sick I was able to watch the roses through the swift changes, capturing a few of the images just after a snow squall while the sun came out.

Snow Roses

It’s a strange mix - snow on a summer rose - made more-so by my not-quite-well mental capacity as this sickness continues to rage.

Snow Roses

It is not quite a silent nor a secret snow, like the short story, but more like a surreal preamble to such. Life - in all its quirky forms - come to light in the snowflakes nestled among the pink petals of a rose.

Snow Roses


Felled
11/18/2008

Fall

Yup, still sick. It’s gotten old already. So many cups of green tea, so many shots of Robitussin, so many eye-drops, so much coughing, so much sweating… stop by if you get a chance. It’s a freaking blast. Really.


ALAN BENNETT ILAGAN

is a freelance writer and critic whose work has been published in Instinct, xy, Q Northeast, Windy City Times, Boston Phoenix, Metroland, and numerous web sites including Out in America, EdgeBoston.com and EdgeNewYork.com.

A graduate of Brandeis University, Ilagan has traveled the world ~ from his Father's homeland of the Philippines to the emerald isle of Ireland. Favorite spots include Boston, London, Hong Kong and San Francisco, and he has also enjoyed his time in Finland and Russia. At the moment, his interests include writing, gardening, party planning, photography, traveling, yoga and reading. He has modeled for a few select publications, artists and photographers, including Steven Underhill, Dennis Dean, Michael Breyette and Dave Haskins.

Ilagan is a member of the National Lesbian and Gay Journalist's Association, and for three consecutive years he has been voted "Best Local Print Journalist" by the readers of Metroland. Currently he resides in upstate New York with his partner Andy.

Contact: alanilagan@hotmail.com

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