Esteemed photographer David Maisel has created a somber and beautiful series of images depicting canisters containing the cremated remains of the unclaimed dead from an Oregon psychiatric hospital. Dating back as far as the nineteenth century, these canisters have undergone chemical reactions, causing extravagant blooms of brilliant white, green, and blue corrosion, revealing unexpected beauty in the most unlikely of places. This stately volume is both a quietly astonishing body of fine art from a preeminent contemporary photographer, and an exceptionally poignant monument to the unknown deceased.
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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful
Format:Hardcover
Because "Library of Dust" is unique in its subject matter and presentation, it defies comparison or categorization. In my experience people are either moved and fascinated by it or indifferent and I suspect that reflects their life experience and aesthetic.
I had been struggling to find out whether my distant relative was one of the unclaimed cremains at the Oregon State Hospital (hospital for the "insane" when my relative died there over 50 years ago) when we found this book. We found it to be a rare two dimensional representation of an emotionally charged, complicated historical era. How better could you communicate how embarrassingly insensitive and ineffective our closeting of inconvenient people was for so many years? This book is not accusatory or bitter; it is ethereal, hopeful and maybe just a little sad, but I do not find it in any way depressing. After "Library of Dust" began to have its impact, the state laws that restricted access by the public to information on what had happened to over 3,500 people were changed and I was then able to find out that my relative was indeed still there and both her cremains and limited (though complete) medical records (less than one page per year of institutional care) could be reclaimed by my family.
David Maisel revealed how these cremains had been hidden away and forgotten, like the people they had been, and yet, somehow these canisters and their contents became distinctly individual again and surprisingly beautiful in an eerie way. In the dark with no intervention from the living world, these lost souls evolved. What an amazing visual metaphor for the wonderfully idiosyncratic uniqueness in each of us--even after death. And the book is a stark reminder of society's responsibility to the more challenging members of our community.
I had been struggling to find out whether my distant relative was one of the unclaimed cremains at the Oregon State Hospital (hospital for the "insane" when my relative died there over 50 years ago) when we found this book. We found it to be a rare two dimensional representation of an emotionally charged, complicated historical era. How better could you communicate how embarrassingly insensitive and ineffective our closeting of inconvenient people was for so many years? This book is not accusatory or bitter; it is ethereal, hopeful and maybe just a little sad, but I do not find it in any way depressing. After "Library of Dust" began to have its impact, the state laws that restricted access by the public to information on what had happened to over 3,500 people were changed and I was then able to find out that my relative was indeed still there and both her cremains and limited (though complete) medical records (less than one page per year of institutional care) could be reclaimed by my family.
David Maisel revealed how these cremains had been hidden away and forgotten, like the people they had been, and yet, somehow these canisters and their contents became distinctly individual again and surprisingly beautiful in an eerie way. In the dark with no intervention from the living world, these lost souls evolved. What an amazing visual metaphor for the wonderfully idiosyncratic uniqueness in each of us--even after death. And the book is a stark reminder of society's responsibility to the more challenging members of our community.
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
Format:Hardcover
The very size of this book, a bit over 17 by 13 inches, suggests that it has something momentous to show you, as indeed it does. Though slender and easy to cradle in your lap, it is a slab of a book that looks as if it might also rest comfortably on the lectern in a pulpit. Though light in the hand, with the weightlessness of pure spirit, it has a certain gravitas about it, like a text delivered on a stone tablet from a mountain top.
What the book contains, though, is not a text, but a sequence of photographs. The book came about as the result of a brief article that caught David Maisel's eye in 2005. It told of some copper canisters that had been discovered at an Oregon State psychiatric hospital after decades of storage in an underground vault where they had been water-damaged. Because Maisel had made aerial photographs of open-pit copper mines, whose tailings discolor in amazing ways the water into which they're dumped, he suspected that these canisters might be extraordinary objects to see. There were 3,500 of them, each containing the unclaimed remains of a patient who'd died at the hospital and been cremated between 1883, when the facility opened as The Oregon State Insane Asylum, and the 1970s. During his first visit to the room in which the canisters were now stored in neat rows on floor-to-ceiling shelving, a prison inmate on a clean-up detail stuck his head in the room and, letting out a low whistle, said softly, "the library of dust."
Like the pollution from the copper mines, these canisters fit a pattern in Maisel's career of photographing what he calls "things that aren't intended to be seen." He was moved by the poignancy of the fact that these objects represented people "who had been . . . abandoned by their families, written out of their families' own histories." One such inmate whose story came to light as a result of Maisel's photographs was Ada Winterburn, who was afflicted with "melancholy" when committed in 1911 and died at the asylum 40 years later. Inspired by Maisel's 2008 publication of his photographs, a distant cousin investigated Ada's fate and concluded that many like her were, the cousin said, "committed not because they were insane, but because they were inconvenient."
Nonetheless, Maisel himself is philosophical about the history his photographs document. The records of these patients and their fate had lain neglected for so many decades, he feels, "not through any malicious intent, but because we want to forget" such sad, lost lives. Maisel photographed the canisters in a kind of slow time befitting their own history. Placing each against black felt, he photographed them in window light with exposures taking as long as eight minutes. Partly as a result of the attention he called to the canisters, the state has made an effort to preserve them better by sealing each in a plastic bag and then placing it in a separate plastic box. While examining the new storage system, Maisel peeked into one box whose top was ajar and saw that drops of moisture had formed on the interior of the plastic bag, "fogging the surface slightly," he observed, "like the condensation of breath on a window."
What the book contains, though, is not a text, but a sequence of photographs. The book came about as the result of a brief article that caught David Maisel's eye in 2005. It told of some copper canisters that had been discovered at an Oregon State psychiatric hospital after decades of storage in an underground vault where they had been water-damaged. Because Maisel had made aerial photographs of open-pit copper mines, whose tailings discolor in amazing ways the water into which they're dumped, he suspected that these canisters might be extraordinary objects to see. There were 3,500 of them, each containing the unclaimed remains of a patient who'd died at the hospital and been cremated between 1883, when the facility opened as The Oregon State Insane Asylum, and the 1970s. During his first visit to the room in which the canisters were now stored in neat rows on floor-to-ceiling shelving, a prison inmate on a clean-up detail stuck his head in the room and, letting out a low whistle, said softly, "the library of dust."
Like the pollution from the copper mines, these canisters fit a pattern in Maisel's career of photographing what he calls "things that aren't intended to be seen." He was moved by the poignancy of the fact that these objects represented people "who had been . . . abandoned by their families, written out of their families' own histories." One such inmate whose story came to light as a result of Maisel's photographs was Ada Winterburn, who was afflicted with "melancholy" when committed in 1911 and died at the asylum 40 years later. Inspired by Maisel's 2008 publication of his photographs, a distant cousin investigated Ada's fate and concluded that many like her were, the cousin said, "committed not because they were insane, but because they were inconvenient."
Nonetheless, Maisel himself is philosophical about the history his photographs document. The records of these patients and their fate had lain neglected for so many decades, he feels, "not through any malicious intent, but because we want to forget" such sad, lost lives. Maisel photographed the canisters in a kind of slow time befitting their own history. Placing each against black felt, he photographed them in window light with exposures taking as long as eight minutes. Partly as a result of the attention he called to the canisters, the state has made an effort to preserve them better by sealing each in a plastic bag and then placing it in a separate plastic box. While examining the new storage system, Maisel peeked into one box whose top was ajar and saw that drops of moisture had formed on the interior of the plastic bag, "fogging the surface slightly," he observed, "like the condensation of breath on a window."
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
Format:Hardcover
In the late 70's I worked in a psychiatric hospital in Wales, UK, where there were still women who had been incarcerated for having illegitimate children in the 1930's. In the early 80's I worked in a hospital in Cheshire, UK, where nurses brought bags of cigarette stubs from home to give to patients as `rewards'. Chewing these dog ends was a popular means of ingestion. This was considered amusing.
I have often thought that the forgotten inmates of these hidden hells needed something like a Holocaust memorial. When I first saw one of the images from the `Library of Dust' in New Scientist, I instantly felt that David Maisel had a given us a huge contribution towards that.
Whatever the strange alchemy that corroded the canisters in this extraordinary way the outcome is hauntingly, strangely, beautiful. Some of them look like weather systems on strange planets or maps of ocean currents: they have a quality that I can only call soul.
As an art psychotherapist I work every day with the capacity of art making to express, contain, transform, and heal suffering and trauma. This individual healing power of art can sometimes work at a social and cultural level too. The Library of Dust helps us to face and remember the collective shame of `the bins', as they were appropriately nicknamed in the UK. The Russian poet Yevtushenko wrote that `That which has not been expressed/ Will be forgotten/That which has been forgotten/Will happen again'. This work, with all its eerie beauty, stands as art: but is also a step towards healing a deep shared cultural wound, and is a medicine against forgetfulness.
Last year, with David Maisel's help, I was privileged to show some of this work in the corridors of a Victorian mental hospital in England which still partly functions caring for patients, but is mainly an administrative headquarters for a mental health service. The hospital corridors seemed an ideal place to contemplate these images and they produced some strong reactions. Fascinatingly the most negative reactions were all from staff who felt that patients should be `protected' in some way from the hidden history of psychiatric treatment. Perhaps there was an element of shame to that. There was no who such response from people who were or had been patients themselves. Below are just two responses from the feedback book: one from an ex patient, and the other from a psychiatrist.
It was so moving. I was a patient in this hospital 6 years ago. It is about remembering the people who have been so sadly forgotten and abandoned. I cannot convey what I feel in words- but I found the exhibition intensely moving and evocative. In the silence of the corridors it spoke deeply to me.
Beautiful, quiet images, strangely affirming. Thank you for your patience and perception and showing `what gets left behind' in this institution.
Malcolm Learmonth
Insider Art
England
I have often thought that the forgotten inmates of these hidden hells needed something like a Holocaust memorial. When I first saw one of the images from the `Library of Dust' in New Scientist, I instantly felt that David Maisel had a given us a huge contribution towards that.
Whatever the strange alchemy that corroded the canisters in this extraordinary way the outcome is hauntingly, strangely, beautiful. Some of them look like weather systems on strange planets or maps of ocean currents: they have a quality that I can only call soul.
As an art psychotherapist I work every day with the capacity of art making to express, contain, transform, and heal suffering and trauma. This individual healing power of art can sometimes work at a social and cultural level too. The Library of Dust helps us to face and remember the collective shame of `the bins', as they were appropriately nicknamed in the UK. The Russian poet Yevtushenko wrote that `That which has not been expressed/ Will be forgotten/That which has been forgotten/Will happen again'. This work, with all its eerie beauty, stands as art: but is also a step towards healing a deep shared cultural wound, and is a medicine against forgetfulness.
Last year, with David Maisel's help, I was privileged to show some of this work in the corridors of a Victorian mental hospital in England which still partly functions caring for patients, but is mainly an administrative headquarters for a mental health service. The hospital corridors seemed an ideal place to contemplate these images and they produced some strong reactions. Fascinatingly the most negative reactions were all from staff who felt that patients should be `protected' in some way from the hidden history of psychiatric treatment. Perhaps there was an element of shame to that. There was no who such response from people who were or had been patients themselves. Below are just two responses from the feedback book: one from an ex patient, and the other from a psychiatrist.
It was so moving. I was a patient in this hospital 6 years ago. It is about remembering the people who have been so sadly forgotten and abandoned. I cannot convey what I feel in words- but I found the exhibition intensely moving and evocative. In the silence of the corridors it spoke deeply to me.
Beautiful, quiet images, strangely affirming. Thank you for your patience and perception and showing `what gets left behind' in this institution.
Malcolm Learmonth
Insider Art
England
Most Recent Customer Reviews
4.0 out of 5 stars
Cool pics, overwrought text
"Among my concerns with Library of Dust are the crises of representation that derive from attempts to index or archive the evidence of trauma; the uncanny ability of objects to... Read more
Published 20 months ago by gnostix1
5.0 out of 5 stars
Emotionally Stunning
David Maisel's work is very similar to the most famous photographers of the WPA in that his social concerns are interwoven with his artistic prowess. Read more
Published on December 14, 2010 by Masha
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Responsibility for the Sacred
I am a reference librarian at a small liberal arts college. Captivated by the idea of this photo project when I heard Maisel interviewed on NPR, I immediately researched LIBRARIES... Read more
Published on October 31, 2010 by Liza Rognas
3.0 out of 5 stars
Stunning photography, but a LOT of wasted space and overly dramatic...
I ran across a mention of this book on one of the blogs I follow... Library of Dust by David Maisel. Read more
Published on October 23, 2010 by Thomas Duff
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