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Mountains in northern New Mexico
      
    
 
View of the church, Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
      
    
 
Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico. A Spanish-American village in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Trampas dates back to 1700 as a sheep-raising center. Due to the over-grazing and loss of range title, its inhabitants now work as migratory labor and at subsistence farming
View of the church, Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
      
    
 
The main altar in the church, Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico. There are paintings on the wall behind the altar
      
    
 
   
Side altar in the church, dedicated to the Virgin and to Santiago Matamoro. Trampas, New Mexico
      
    
 
Plaza of Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
      
    
 
Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
    
 
      
    
 
Looking north from the Sangre de Cristo Mountains above Penasco, New Mexico
      
   
Village of Placita, near Penasco, Taos County, New Mexico
      
    
 
Placita, near Penasco, Taos County, New Mexico
    
 
Placita, near Penasco, Taos County, New Mexico
      
    
 
 Chapel, Vadita, near Penasco, Taos County, New Mexico
    
 
Vista westward over the Rio Grande Valley from the foothills of the Sangre de Cristos, near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
   
   
Romeroville, near Chacon, Mora County, New Mexico
      
    
 
Valley of Chacon, Mora County, New Mexico
      
    
 
General store, Chacon, Mora County, New Mexico
    
 
Chacon, Moro County, New Mexico
 
    
 
Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
         
    
 
General store near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
   
Village of La Alama, near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
      
    
 
La Alama, near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
      
    
 
Cerros, near Costilla, New Mexico
      
    
 
Placita, New Mexico, on the Rio Pueblo
      
    
 
Moreno Valley, Colfax County, New Mexico
   
 
 Mountains in northern New Mexico
 
 View of the church, Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico. A Spanish-American village in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Trampas dates back to 1700 as a sheep-raising center. Due to the over-grazing and loss of range title, its inhabitants now work as migratory labor and at subsistence farming
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 View of the church, Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 The main altar in the church, Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico. There are paintings on the wall behind the altar
 
 
 A Santo bulto and a painting of the Dolorosa in the church, Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
  
      
    Altar in the church, Trampas, New Mexico. The prevailing colors are grey and blue. A Coca-Cola bottle is used as a candle holder
 
Altar in the church, Trampas, New Mexico. The prevailing colors are grey and blue. A Coca-Cola bottle is used as a candle holder
 
 
Side altar in the church, dedicated to the Virgin and to Santiago Matamoro. Trampas, New Mexico
 
 Plaza of Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 Trampas, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 
Sangre de Cristo Mountains, New Mexico
 
 Looking north from the Sangre de Cristo Mountains above Penasco, New Mexico

Village of Placita, near Penasco, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 Placita, near Penasco, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 Placita, near Penasco, Taos County, New Mexico
 
  
 Vista westward over the Rio Grande Valley from the foothills of the Sangre de Cristos, near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico

Romeroville, near Chacon, Mora County, New Mexico
 
 Valley of Chacon, Mora County, New Mexico
 
 General store, Chacon, Mora County, New Mexico
 
 Chacon, Moro County, New Mexico
 
 Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 General store near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico

Village of La Alama, near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
 
 La Alama, near Questa, Taos County, New Mexico
 
  
 Placita, New Mexico, on the Rio Pueblo
 
 Moreno Valley, Colfax County, New Mexico
JOHN COLLIER: I got interested in photography in the first  place because of the fact that I had a career as a mural painter and an  artist on the project under Dorothea Lange’s first husband, Maynard  Dixon, a Western painter. And I decided to make that my career. For  medical reasons I didn’t go to school and so I devoted myself to the  fine arts. Then it became apparent that I had to find a place for myself  in society and make a living and after a good many years of investing  very deeply in both painting and writing I looked about for some means  of exchange that would allow me to operate in society. I also was very  disturbed because I was in the midst of the Great Depression and I was  alarmed that the documentary material, particularly material that tended  to be social propaganda, made very bad art. And I wasn’t at all pleased  with painting as a medium for expressing my intellectual feelings about  society. So I decided to shift to a medium that was more articulate and I  turned to photography because it seemed capable of being able to handle  the problem of documentation and understanding without getting involved  with a decadent level of fine art. Also photography was a needed  commodity, people needed pictures; they did not need my painting nor my  writing. And under the pressure of the Great Depression I felt the  necessity of contributing and being needed. And though I was an  assistant on a mural on the WPA I didn’t feel it was an objective enough  job. So I decided I should become some kind of a student of what was  going on. Painting was no medium for this kind of introspective  examination so I decided to go to my own cultural field, the Spanish  Southwest where I had grown up, to try to work out some better  understanding of Spanish-American culture. And the first project that I  was involved with I prepared for by six months reading in the Bancroft  Library at the University of California. I went into the Southwest and  made a personally financed document on the Spanish-American sheep camp.  And it was on the basis of this document that I was hired by Roy  Stryker. I had shown the document to Dorothea Lange, and Dorothea Lange was a childhood friend of mine.
RICHARD DOUD: Oh really!
JOHN  COLLIER: And I knew Dorothea Lange from the age of eight. She was not a  child then, but I was. And Dorothea was my first introduction to the  medium of photography, simply because she came to the family in Mill  Valley to make a documentary portrait on assignment. And everybody was  bored but me. So she made the document of me and turned it into the  family, and so followed the assignment. So I knew Dorothea Lange, I was a  photographer and knew about photography. After I had completed this document  Dorothea Lange suggested that I send it to Roy Stryker along with other  work. I sent it and forgot all about it. Maybe months went by and I  ended up with one photographic job after another, finally reaching the  bottom being a printer for Gabriel Milan’s, a very cutthroat  photographic company in San Francisco. And I didn’t do well. One time a  phone call came into the laboratory from Washington, D.C. And there was  much excitement in the laboratory, and I was called out of my little  dungeon where I was tinting gold-toned baby portraits and picked up the  phone and couldn’t hear what the man said, having lifelong hearing  difficulty. It was Roy Stryker on the phone, so I handed the phone to  the nearest person, who was the boss. And the boss listened and he said,  “There’s a crazy guy in Washington, D.C. who wants to pay you $2,300 a  year. You’d better take it because I’m going to fire you.” So I took up  the phone and I said, “Yes.” I didn’t hear anything else that he said,  and immediately prepared to leave for Washington, D.C. But this was the  climax of the concern that I had to do something about direct analysis  and observation about what was going on around me at the time of the Great Depression.
RICHARD DOUD: Well, had you been aware of what Stryker and his people were doing before this?
JOHN  COLLIER: Vaguely. But I was more aware of what people like Pare Lorentz  had done on “The River” and “The Plow that Broke the Plains.”
RICHARD  DOUD: Yes. But photography for you was sort of a rational approach to  something, I mean it wasn’t an emotional type thing.
JOHN COLLIER:  It seemed the right medium for somebody who wanted to go out and look  astutely at what was going on around him. Painting did not seem to be  the medium; writing could be the medium; but photography was more  immediate.
RICHARD DOUD: Yes. Well I’m interested in what your  impression was of this operation when you did go to Washington. Did this  seem to be the kind of thing you had in mind, the type of thing you  wanted to do, or –?
JOHN COLLIER: Well, I got to Washington and I  met many stimulating people. Roy himself was extremely stimulating;  naturally the file was very impressive. And I was ready at once to leave  for the Southwest. It never occurred to me that I would work anywhere  but in my own country. I had no feeling for the East; I didn’t like it,  it was wet and dirty, cold, uninteresting as far as I was concerned.
RICHARD DOUD: It still is.
JOHN  COLLIER: And I still wanted to get back West as fast as I could. And  Roy wouldn’t let me go; he hung on to me and I did an awful lot of  standing around. And finally it became clear to me that I wasn’t going  to get back to the West, and I never got back to the West.
RICHARD DOUD: Oh really?
JOHN  COLLIER: And the work I did for Stryker was – I made one major field  trip to New England and then I started off on a very serious assignment  of documenting the Amish in Pennsylvania. It started to go very well. It  might have been a very important document, but the war interrupted it,  unfortunately. I was working from the outside in, and had gone about it  very systematically, working in the periphery of the Amish culture and  finally making friends and photographing those elements of the life that  were permissible. I had developed a very great rapport and was  beginning to work on the personality factors of their lives when I was  shunted off to a shipyard in Newport News to photograph building a  battleship. This abruptly ended my activity as far as documenting that  which I was most concerned about, with man’s relationship to his  environment. I made a few interesting studies under the OWI including  the Portuguese in Provincetown. It was a great deal of fun, but there  were pressures. It was strictly a magazine-type job study. It did not  involve the meandering, fulfilling effort that had been the character of  FSA projects in the past. Finally, I was sent to the coal fields of  Pittsburgh, not that there were any documents to show poverty, but to  photograph the most modern way to get coal out of the ground. And I  spent a murky month in Pittsburgh working in the coal mines doing a  highly technological job of recording culture underground. It was a very  exciting experience. It still was far afield from my involvement. I  preferred that assignment; it was a truly typical one, an exciting one.  And then I finally got an assignment to go West. The Office of War  Information was concerned to get a record of the American Indian, and I  had a sort of rapport in the Southwest so I went out primarily to record  the democratic processes of the Pueblo Indians. Fortunately, it went  the way of most Farm Security Projects; Roy quickly lost track of what I  was doing and I went ahead and finally did a Farm Security-type job for  him. The Indians weren’t the least bit intrigued at having their lives  photographed at any point, even though I had a lifelong friendship with  the Pueblo Indians at Taos. They promptly rejected any part of making a  democratic record of their processes. So I never did make it. But at the  same time there were important Farm Security Administration projects in  Taos County, which included a very important medical cooperative in  Cluny; a very typical wartime project under the farm Security  Administration. I got permission to do a depth study of the project and  they wanted me to do an even deeper project of the Spanish-American  culture, so probably the only contribution I made to the files that was  anything but industrial was the study of Spanish-American culture. It’s  unique and stands out. Of course, I studied religion, the role of the  Catholic priest, the role of the family, the role of the storekeeper; I  made a complete study. There was nothing else like it in the file. But  it was made long after the Farm Security had folded. It was a bootleg  project. And after I got back from that project I went into the Merchant  Marine. And that was the end of my relationship with the government.
 Excerpt  from an interview with John Collier at his home in Sausalito, California, conducted by Richard K. Doud, 18  January 1965 (Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution) 
Photos by John Collier, Spring 1943 (Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Collection, Library of Congress)
 
 
 
10 comments:
The photographs are magnificent and unique and excite the mind and imagination on so many levels. I mean, I feel my thoughts going this way and that (which is marvelous) after just completing a rather rote response to a rote set of questions from a relative who felt compelled by duty (I guess) to write and pose them. What strikes me as both odd and interesting is the contrast between Collier's articulate, but highly involved and wordy verbal responses to the interviewer, and the absolute silence of the photos. It reminds me of the expression "two sides to every story."
Great comment! Really uplifting post, and after a dark Ohio fall, I feel compelled to just stare some more at these photos. Silence, yes. And my mind, too, finding a nice space . . . and the interview does seem odd but also interesting--as ACraven says, in contrast. Thanks again--beautiful post.
Love that church! It makes me want to look at some retablos by Montanes.
Funny, less than an hour ago I was sleeping and dreaming that someone had handed me a book by Anais Nin. It was about her conversion to Catholicism. (As far as I know, she was raised Catholic but never practiced Catholicism after embarking on her bohemian life.)On the back a photo of a mature and penitent-looking Nin. I nodded and thought, "That figures." I thought of Donne, of how the early sexy poems and the later devotional poems are of a piece. When I woke up, I went online and found a passage by Nin that says something like "Am I, at bottom, just a fervent little Spanish Catholic child?" Then I came to your blog, Tom, and found pictures of the church in Trampas. And then I found a comment by NIN Andrews! The name Nin, which always reminds me of Nine Inch Nails. This is strange.
...strange world, mysterious its asynchronous chorus of voices, wafting across vast continental drifts in the dark...
As we stare into these calm vistas of pure high spaces and humanized natural geometries, we come under the protection of the Dolorosa of the Snows.
John Collier, Jr. (1913-1992) was the son of John Collier Sr., U.S. Commissioner of Indian Affairs from 1933 to 1945. The family had a residence in the Taos, area. John Collier Jr. made his home there in the 1930s.
As a teenager he was apprenticed on a WPA mural project to the painter Maynard Dixon. As he related in his interview with Richard Doud, it was Dixon's then wife, Dorothea Lange, who had introduced Collier to photography. He also studied with Paul Strand in New Mexico. It was in Strand's old darkroom in Taos that Collier established his own first studio. He took about a thousand photos in New Mexico, capturing the clarity, emptiness and distances of the landscapes and the uniqueness of local culture with a trained eye.
In his interview Collier speaks of a lifelong hearing difficulty. These photos bespeak the acute visual sensitivity of a man who has accustomed himself to seeing the sound of silence.
Tom,
Thanks for these views of all that sky (not quite that clear here today) and all that's there below them. . .
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light coming into sky above still black
ridge, line of jet by black pine branch
in foreground, wave sounding in channel
physical, present before it
was aspect of subject
figure in the picture plane,
propped up, reclining
cloudless blue sky reflected in channel,
shadowed green slope of ridge across it
Steve,
No sky will ever be as blue as those deep top of the world Kodachrome skies.
And a little gospel music to fill the sky church:
Curtis Mayfield: People Get Ready
Al Green: People Get Ready
Perhaps "no sky will ever be as blue" as those Kodachrome skies but ours comes pretty close at times; I also couldn't help but comparing the blue of the icons in the main alter of the Trampas church with the sky outside it--light like that seems to seep in everywhere.
Thanks again for the photos and the interview.
ps. The bird-feeder is a real gem.
That hard, pure light so drew me that, at one point in the long winding road, I attempted to move the family to Ranchos de Taos, at the foot of the sacred mountain of the place. Much as was the case in many of my several desperately impractical and foolhardy plans for stranding my family in exposed and vulnerable situations, the idea was crazy, and finally fell through. Later, when the family saw what they had missed, they were even more relieved... until the continuing expedition landed at the next impossible stop.
(The American illusion of mobility, another of those romantic frontier myths.)
From that bird-feeder, a far-sighted bird could see a hundred miles.
very nice to have come across this tonight via a "rio penasco" search. like finding a jewel. thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Bob.
I reckon the only possible excuse for doing something so odd as hiding away jewels in the desert of the aether must lie in the hope that some day somebody will come along kicking the dirt about, and accidentally find them.
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