Marjorie Salvaterra: HER
I recently stayed in a New York hotel that showed La Dolce Vita on a loop inside the hotel’s elevator. With each ride, I began to feel as if I was inside photographer Marjorie Salvaterra’s imagery, a Fellini-esque world of black and white, expressing the operatic high and low notes of being a woman, portrayed in visually compelling imagery. Marjorie’s series, HER, examines the journey of a woman as wife, mother, and person of the world. Her images reveal “a fine line between sanity and insanity,” according to Virginia Heckart, Associate Curator of Photography at The Getty Center. Marjorie’s work will be on exhibition in the Magdalena exhibition opening at Photo NOLA , will be on display at Photo L.A. in January, and was recently featured in Flak Photo’s Making Pictures of People exhibition at the Nelson-Atkins Museum in Kansas City, Missouri.
Marjorie’s exhibitions include: VERGE Photographers – Photo LA 2013, Duncan Miller Projects Gallery 2013, Clark-Oshin Gallery, Los Angeles, Solo Exhibit, 2011; MOPLA Opening Night Solo Exhibit – 2011, Los Angeles; “Fuck Pretty” – Robert Berman Gallery, Los Angeles, 2011, “Classic Camera Show,” Rayko Photo Center, San Francisco; “Contrast LA,” at A&I Gallery, Los Angeles; “Alternative Photography,” at Julia Dean Gallery, Los Angeles; and the “Human + Being” show at The Center for Fine Art Photography in Fort Collins, Colorado. Her work was included in the George Eastman House Museum auction at Sotheby’s, New York, Black and White Magazine UK 2012, PDN’s Emerging Photographer and she was runner-up for th3 2009 and 2010 Berenice Abbott Prize for Emerging Photographers and a finalist for 2012 Critical Mass. Marjorie’s great achievement is as a wife and mother of two. She makes her home in Los Angeles, California.
I am a decent woman.
A pretty good wife — with a great therapist, otherwise I would’ve screwed this one up way too many times.
A mother – I think this one I do best except between the hours of 6:15 and 7:30pm and certain whole days at a time.
A daughter – I was a pretty terrible daughter growing up. I’m starting to get the hang of it now that I’m a parent.
A good sister.
And lastly a friend. To some, the best and to others, impossibly guarded.
I’m forty three years-old and I’m trying to grow as a person but so is my skin. I’m not that interested in holding onto my youth. My life is far greater now. But letting go isn’t as easy as it sounds. Some days I don’t recognize this person who looks back at me in the mirror. She is older, has responsibilities. She has had to learn that sometimes God has a bigger plan for her life than she does. Not everything goes the way she wants it to go. Things happen. Money comes and goes. So do jobs. As well as friends. People sometimes get sick and her kids will inevitably get lice and share it with her, which is still preferable to pin worms that their friends get. She will cry over losses and and weep when she sees her child standing in a line of other children. Not because everything is wrong. But because everything is right. On the outside, she strives for peace but inside there is a turbulence of holding on too tightly to all these things that have finally brought that peace and true joy.
With HER, she turns away from the mirror and turns the camera on her own life — examining the psychology of her age and her gender in black and white, through surreal interpretations and exaggerated gestures, reminiscent of Italian cinema, creating photographs that reflect the universal idea of womanhood and assure HER that she is not on this path alone.
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