From her website
“Christy Lee Rogers is a fine art photographer from Kailua, Hawaii. Her obsession with water as a medium for breaking the conventions of contemporary photography has led to her work being compared to Baroque painting masters like Caravaggio. Boisterous in color and complexity, Rogers applies her cunning technique to a barrage of bodies submerged in water during the night, and creates her effects naturally in-camera using the refraction of light. Through a fragile process of experimentation, she builds elaborate scenes of coalesced colors and entangled bodies that exalt the human character as one of vigor and warmth, while also capturing the beauty and vulnerability of the tragic experience that is the human condition.”
From Reckless Unbound
Black Moon
THE TRIUMPHANTS
RECKLESS UNBOUND
A SINGLE DAY AND NIGHT OF MISFORTUNE
THE LIFE I RECOGNIZE
LAND OF THE DEAD
LIGHTNESS OF BEING
From Odyssey
INNOCENCE
From Siren
CENTERICCIA
GORA
Christy Lee Rogers’ work enters the PostArctic endgame? as a kind of inventory of the history of Western Art, and all human narratives, bringing the human adventure (The Odyssey) together with the classic tragic elements of history (Ophelia) immersed in colour and contrast (Caravaggio) while acknowledging a return to the deep dark Sea (Moby Dick, Finnegans Wake) from where all life began. Her figures at times appear like passengers from the Titanic who, while submerged(ing), become even more free to engage, to grasp ecstasy, in this inevitable floating/sinking underworld. Is there an in-between world? In any case it’s not quite what we expected.
The light is still above, a stable, but sometimes almost violent reference creating wonderment, security and nostalgia. But the other reality, the terror of facing the depths below, where the light fades to dark, is still death and the bottom of the sea is neither Heaven nor Hell. Yes, much Biblical irony, but here it is Everyone, and the only Prophecy is no more than our own behavior and beliefs catapulting us into an unknown, unremembered, unredemptive fate based solely on humanity’s unwillingness to learn from history, seek truth and universally accept it.
The Sirens, women, whose songs are not heard under here, are no longer infamously luring ships into the rocks and sailor’s to their demise, but become pure beings without agenda, unable to help nor hinder, angels, perhaps the last observers, the ones who will be left to tell the story of humanity.
PostArctica 