If you saw the phenomenally-oversold crowd at Sally Mann's lecture last year in San Francisco, you know that she is not considered taboo by many but a reactionary few who seem unable to see the forest from the trees (and thus are quick, in any photo forum discussion of Mann I've
ever seen, to drag out poor Jock Sturges and use the combined stacked soapboxes as a pulpit).
Rather than get caught up in whether the photos are
objectionable, which I think is pointless and plays exactly into the agenda of the anti-photo and anti-art purpose of the complaints:
what about the pictures?
The previous observation about Jock v Mann is pretty correct. Like Stephen Shore, Jock uses the detail of big camera with the intent of delivering what Shore calls the "heightend sense of awareness," while Mann uses the isolating depth of field and deep out-of-focus regions (and now with collodion, many stray bits of process-related "noisy" detail) (and yes Carl, the figure crossing the frame edge
was intentional) to imbue her photos with a sense that they are bound to an inner voice of the photographer and a sense if immediate connection to the moment through personal experience.
IMO, the ability to express inner states and perceptions through one's chosen medium is precisely the core purpose of art. To show rather than say because not only is a picture worth a thousand words, but the best pictures say things that words alone cannot.
Both photographers are keenly aware of time. Consider the titles of both "Last Days of Summer" and "What Remains." Both life and death are embedded in time, and photography allows us to make some furtive stand against it, in a thin-as-paper way. Jock seems to seek the roses at their highest bloom, Mann seeks them a few heartbeats later, slipping just past the brink of inevitable decline.
Sparky (given that your little nonsequitur about closeness vs art is one of the most corrosive things I've ever seen stated on APUG), is there
any portraitist of note who you like? And if you say Karsh or any others of the Southworth & Hawes mode, tell me why their portraits are worthwhile, because the only ones of those I've ever really enjoyed
are the ones where personality and emotional immediacy overwhelm the stiff formula.