Michael Sweet’s Coney Island
by Michael Ernest Sweet
Foreword by Bruce LaBruce
Pub Date: February 1, 2015
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“[Sweet] captures the Felliniesque and the ominous in the city’s streets and beaches.”
“Michael Sweet has transformed a place of the ordinary to that of the exceptional. His photographs express an inner reality that links one human to the other.”
“I thought my colours were bright, but now I know I am quite muted!”
“[I]f you don’t look carefully, you’ll miss the little details—sometimes humorous, sometimes heartbreaking—that make his work terrifically rich.”
“Rich and investigative, with a unique voice that speaks of presence, mystery, and selectivity— a highly personal vision.”
“Michael’s Coney Island work proves that he is no foreigner to the place. The work has an authenticity that is obvious a real feel for the people who inhabit the beach and the boardwalk. [A]lthough I thought I “owned” Coney Island, I happily concede a share of it to Michael. It’s obvious that he loves the place—and that’s the qualifier!”
Interview at Canadian Streets
CS: Could you describe what if anything you look for when you’re out shooting?
MES: . . . I am interested in people – how they look, act, distinguish themselves from others, and so on. If I see a woman, otherwise commonplace, but with huge flying saucer type sunglasses I might first the shutter. I liked the glasses. This doesn’t mean that the photo will be any good though. It just means that something caught my interest – my attention – and provoked my shutter.
The digital revolution has changed photography forever. As tempting as it is to regard it as an egalitarian, popular revolution of the form, the democratization of the photographic image, with its casual emphasis on verisimilitude and documentation, runs the risk of erasing classical distinctions of authorship and craft to the point of diminishing the role of the artist altogether. Not everyone is an artist, nor should everyone aspire to be one. Not everyone “has an eye,” as the classic synecdoche has it, and not everyone has the sensitivity or intuitiveness, or perhaps even the perverse will and intention, to pursue a pure vision as an artist or photographer. So when someone like Michael Ernest Sweet makes a visual statement of such admirable consistency and acute perverseness, attention must be paid…