Christopher Howse

Floating bodies, seeing hands, rippling skies – is Jerry Uelsmann’s photomontage a tragic dead-end?

A review of Uelsmann Untitled: A Retrospective, by Jerry N. Uelsmann. There's no denying that these strange images are part of a venerable tradition – or that a teenager with Photoshop could have done it quicker

‘Flying Rock’ [reprinted with permission from the university press of florida] 
issue 30 August 2014

An untitled photograph by Jerry Uelsmann from 1991 shows a rock like Magritte’s floating in the sky between an Ansel Adams mountainside of conifers on one side and a bare mountain on the other; concentric ripples on a lake in the foreground are mirrored in the sky above. It will, I fear, remind readers of that BBC2 ident with Zen-ish sky-ripples.

Each of Uelsmann’s photographs, always in black and white, is composed from three or five negatives meticulously aligned to make a single composite print. Naked female bodies float above water or clouds; anonymous silhouetted male figures observe from doorways; cupped hands grow from a tree stump. The connotations are surreal and Gurdjieffian. ‘One does not photograph something for what it is, but for what else it is,’ he said in the days when he still took pictures of ‘reality’.

Born in Detroit in 1934, Uelsmann was given an academic post in 1960 at the University of Florida, the state where he still lives, in a plate-glass house surrounded by trees, with a giant rabbit sculpture on the lawn.

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