One Place
Paul Kwilecki and Four Decades of Photographs from Decatur County, Georgia
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Publisher Description
Though artistic and ambitious, Paul Kwilecki (1928-2009) chose to remain in Bainbridge, Georgia, the small Decatur County town where he was born, raised, and ran the family's hardware store. He had always been interested in photography and taught himself how to use a camera. Over four decades, he documented life in his community, making hundreds of masterful and intimate black-and-white prints.
Kwilecki developed his visual ideas in series of photographs of high school proms, prison hog killings, shade-tree tobacco farming, factory work, church life, the courthouse. He also wrote eloquently about the people and places he so poignantly depicted, and in this book his unique knowledge is powerfully articulated in more than 200 photographs and selected prose.
Paul Kwilecki worked alone, his correspondence with important photographers his only link to the larger art world. Despite this isolation, Kwilecki's work became widely known. "Decatur County is home," he said, "and I know it from my special warp, having been both nourished and wounded by it."
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This impressive career-spanning collection of over 200 black-and-white photos (published in association with the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University) represents Kwilecki's four-decade attempt (until his death in 2009) to portray the nuances of his hometown of Bainbridge, Ga., where he ran the family hardware store. Kwilecki (Understandings: Photographs of Decatur County) succeeded in his efforts to create a magnificent microcosm. Whatever his focus is at a given moment portraits of manual laborers, documenting the joy of a courthouse wedding, or ruminating on cemeteries he clearly wished to account for all of life's flavors. The book includes generous excerpts from Kwilecki's thoughtful writing about his own process and the people he encountered. In addition to his thoughts on art, Kwilecki describes his ground game as a documentarian. In conveying an attempt to chronicle "the worst slum in town," filled with crude shacks and broken-down cars, he writes that one day "a big woman was leaning on her porch railing.... I stopped, grabbed a camera, said nothing, took six or eight shots standing right in front of her... drove away." The resulting portrait depicts a foreboding woman whose size fills the entire frame and whose gaze is like a bull deciding whether to charge. Overall, he gives dignity and grace to the predominantly working-class community.
