Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son. Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder
My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new
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sunday afternoon (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
11/?
Like I said on instagram, there’s nothing like a sunday afternoon spent with your feet caressing the wet grass. I missed the smell of a fresh garden.
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This reminds me of summer and Madrid and lying in fields full of flowers and my hand in yours and your beautiful camera and *lovesigh*](http://25.media.tumblr.com/02a5e5535162a3503bc2e89a6f592616/tumblr_mmphx0eNxW1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
sunday afternoon (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
11/?
Like I said on instagram, there’s nothing like a sunday afternoon spent with your feet caressing the wet grass. I missed the smell of a fresh garden.
This reminds me of summer and Madrid and lying in fields full of flowers and my hand in yours and your beautiful camera and *lovesigh*
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to have and to hold (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
12/?
… doesn’t mean you should keep it inside a jar. I should remember it sometimes, so I’m not overbearingly anxious whenever my loved one is away from me.
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Apology accepted.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/1294a70c37301e818c9a81d4bb40841b/tumblr_mmt70hYfzp1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
to have and to hold (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
12/?
… doesn’t mean you should keep it inside a jar. I should remember it sometimes, so I’m not overbearingly anxious whenever my loved one is away from me.
Apology accepted.
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If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”
Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.
“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”
The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
Galimberti said many of the subjects for the project were selected serendipitously, picked while he was working on a project about couch surfing that explored the global phenomenon of staying in other people’s houses. Since Galimberti never slept in hotels while working on the project, he was able to come into contact with people who introduced him to grandmothers in the area.
Galimberti acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.
From top to bottom:
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke (herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).
Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.
Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.
The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).
Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).
Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.
This project is wonderful. All of the women are beautiful.
Discover the wonder-filled world of photographer Joel Robison (aka Boy Wonder).
I recently started a new daily project. If you’d like to follow it, check out my Flickr page (link in my profile)! #eye #binoculars #manip #conceptual #green #background #braid #girl #nikon #d300s #photoshop #luminousphotography
Check it out, it’s very beautiful! :D
because it was a special date, today, because I love her so, and because this photo always makes my heart feel a little bit warmer.
I miss it so much right now. So very much. The house and the light and the warmth that is you and me and us together.
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eighteen (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
2/?
eighteen
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This picture means so much to me. It’s the light in my life that I need so badly right now. That face and that smile and those crinkly lines and the eighteen months that I’ve spent enjoying them and cherishing them. I hope the next eighteen will be even better.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/07bea22d6ebfcfa9cbd2d01f5a50c2c1/tumblr_mm4v52BlpA1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
eighteen (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
2/?
eighteen
This picture means so much to me. It’s the light in my life that I need so badly right now. That face and that smile and those crinkly lines and the eighteen months that I’ve spent enjoying them and cherishing them. I hope the next eighteen will be even better.
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in your hands (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
1/?
I don’t know what this is. I know I want to start photographing daily again and I’m not sure of what to do. A 365 is a little bit too much for me right now, and 30 days seem… short. I might not have time to shoot on weekends. So I don’t know. I’m just going with the flow here.
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The greatest photographer in the world in my humble opinion is starting a new daily project! :D Look out for dreamy eyes and soft skin, for delicate hands and shining hair, for fairiedust freckles and sultry lips!This will be a photography series for the warm-hearted and the strong-willed, for the dreamers dancing through life!
Check it out on Flickr and like it on Facebook! Follow her on Twitter and reblog it on Tumblr! ;) <3](http://24.media.tumblr.com/249abe8e99d4d53c2e6fc6576727e76a/tumblr_mm2udocpIS1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
in your hands (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
1/?
I don’t know what this is. I know I want to start photographing daily again and I’m not sure of what to do. A 365 is a little bit too much for me right now, and 30 days seem… short. I might not have time to shoot on weekends. So I don’t know. I’m just going with the flow here.
The greatest photographer in the world in my humble opinion is starting a new daily project! :D Look out for dreamy eyes and soft skin, for delicate hands and shining hair, for fairiedust freckles and sultry lips!
This will be a photography series for the warm-hearted and the strong-willed, for the dreamers dancing through life!
Check it out on Flickr and like it on Facebook! Follow her on Twitter and reblog it on Tumblr! ;) <3
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the girl and the camera (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 26/52
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the girl with the camera
All she knows is how to look. How to lower her head and allow her eyes to get lost in the square of light, in the way things move, in the mirrored paths she can build with that object. She sees everything, perceives everything. She is powerful, when she’s holding it, there’s nothing in the world that can beat her.
That’s how she feels, anyway. It might not be the same way the rest of the world sees her, it might not even be the way her loved ones see her. But that’s how she feels when she’s holding that camera. Invincible.
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I am so sorry I’ve been so absent! I’ve been traveling (Barcelona is lovely and my darling says hi!) and I had no time to dedicate to selfies, other than the typically touristic ones. I know, I know. It’s silly. But I’m back on track and I bring you a brand new photo!
We have reached the middle of the path, my friends. This is week 26, only 26 more to go until I’m done. And I think it’s time for a bit of a change.
I’ve been living in the shadow of my previous work. I’ve been trying and trying to get my photos to be as pleasing, for myself, as those from last year were, and I’ve been failing at that. One of the only times I felt I was on track was with the last ‘52 Stories’ shot I posted — and with the lukewarm reception the photo had, well — it kind of tore me down. This isn’t your fault, though. Us artists are temperamental, needy creatures. We may have a handful of popular images, but if you don’t like the one we find more amazing, we throw ourselves into the drain. It’s part of the deal and it’s kind of pain I welcome — it means that I still care.
But these past two weeks have allowed me to think about this, to think hard about what I want to do. I photographed a lot. I kept those photos to myself and I’m only releasing a couple (the 52S of this week included) — but those are photos that I took in a sort of hail Mary way: I was looking at my old portraits and got suddenly tired of having to constantly work around a concept. Why can’t I just take a picture the way I want to, the way I feel, these days? Why does everything have to be charged with meaning, with depth, with a sadness that I don’t always feel but seem to force myself into, so I can create?
This is supposed to make me happy, not sad. Not aggravated when I have to post, not insecure. I mean. It will, that’s for sure. But I can try to make an effort in the other direction, right?
It’s not going to be easy. I will probably have a majority of pictures that will fail with the public. I will probably want to throw myself off a bridge every Friday, but if I do, it will be because I tried. It won’t be because I’m in autopilot anymore.
So this picture is a bit of a result of that. This is my attempt at a vintage shot — not in an ‘instagram’ kind of way, but in a way that actually looks like it was taken in the 60’s or 70’s — grain and soft blur included. The story is my story, like an old version of myself. It does have meaning, but it’s not overbearing with it. Thank goodness.
I’ll probably need your help in the next few weeks. I’ll need your support, too. And I want to say again that I’m unbelievably grateful for each and every one of you who follows this account and comments, likes, etc. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
On a different note, I’m doing a print giveaway on my on my facebook page! Don’t forget to participate!
[the credit for the two textures used is on my profile page]
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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the girl and the camera (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 26/52
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the girl with the camera
All she knows is how to look. How to lower her head and allow her eyes to get lost in the square of light, in the way things move, in the mirrored paths she can build with that object. She sees everything, perceives everything. She is powerful, when she’s holding it, there’s nothing in the world that can beat her.
That’s how she feels, anyway. It might not be the same way the rest of the world sees her, it might not even be the way her loved ones see her. But that’s how she feels when she’s holding that camera. Invincible.
———
I am so sorry I’ve been so absent! I’ve been traveling (Barcelona is lovely and my darling says hi!) and I had no time to dedicate to selfies, other than the typically touristic ones. I know, I know. It’s silly. But I’m back on track and I bring you a brand new photo!
We have reached the middle of the path, my friends. This is week 26, only 26 more to go until I’m done. And I think it’s time for a bit of a change.
I’ve been living in the shadow of my previous work. I’ve been trying and trying to get my photos to be as pleasing, for myself, as those from last year were, and I’ve been failing at that. One of the only times I felt I was on track was with the last ‘52 Stories’ shot I posted — and with the lukewarm reception the photo had, well — it kind of tore me down. This isn’t your fault, though. Us artists are temperamental, needy creatures. We may have a handful of popular images, but if you don’t like the one we find more amazing, we throw ourselves into the drain. It’s part of the deal and it’s kind of pain I welcome — it means that I still care.
But these past two weeks have allowed me to think about this, to think hard about what I want to do. I photographed a lot. I kept those photos to myself and I’m only releasing a couple (the 52S of this week included) — but those are photos that I took in a sort of hail Mary way: I was looking at my old portraits and got suddenly tired of having to constantly work around a concept. Why can’t I just take a picture the way I want to, the way I feel, these days? Why does everything have to be charged with meaning, with depth, with a sadness that I don’t always feel but seem to force myself into, so I can create?
This is supposed to make me happy, not sad. Not aggravated when I have to post, not insecure. I mean. It will, that’s for sure. But I can try to make an effort in the other direction, right?
It’s not going to be easy. I will probably have a majority of pictures that will fail with the public. I will probably want to throw myself off a bridge every Friday, but if I do, it will be because I tried. It won’t be because I’m in autopilot anymore.
So this picture is a bit of a result of that. This is my attempt at a vintage shot — not in an ‘instagram’ kind of way, but in a way that actually looks like it was taken in the 60’s or 70’s — grain and soft blur included. The story is my story, like an old version of myself. It does have meaning, but it’s not overbearing with it. Thank goodness.
I’ll probably need your help in the next few weeks. I’ll need your support, too. And I want to say again that I’m unbelievably grateful for each and every one of you who follows this account and comments, likes, etc. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
On a different note, I’m doing a print giveaway on my on my facebook page! Don’t forget to participate!
[the credit for the two textures used is on my profile page]
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
Multiple images - my biggest headache and the most fun thing ever at the same time. #photoshoot #photography #parquedacidade #photoshop #girl #green #nature #dream #igers #igpros #igdaily #ignation #igmasters #igporto #igpt #igportugal #iphone4s #iphonesia #iphoneonly #iphonegraphy #afterlightapp #bestoftheday #igpopular #instagood #instaawesome
The light in the woods #photoshoot #photography #parquedacidade #oporto #porto #igpt #igporto #igers #igpros #igdaily #ignation #igmasters #igporto #igpt #igportugal #iphone4s #iphonesia #iphoneonly #iphonegraphy #afterlightapp #bestoftheday #igpopular #instagood #instaawesome #instasaturday
IT’S A BEARCUBPUPPYDOLL!
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not art (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
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not art
Don’t do it pretty, make it ugly. No, not like that. That’s too well done. That’s too clear, you need it to be less obvious. How do you get that? Blur it. Don’t make it easy for me to look at. Don’t make it nice. Make it artistic. What’s art? I don’t know, but it’s not that. If people like it, you’re doing it wrong. Just make me hate it. Make me hate you. make it blurry. No, you’re not naked, so you won’t go anywhere. That picture you just put ten hours into and have a bruise to show for? Nothing. Another picture of a terrace with a chair? Everything. Just do it in film. Just do it in a way that it looks like you weren’t actually trying to create, but depicting a reality that everyone sees, everyone can photograph, but you think it’s special and somehow, we all think it’s too, simply because you yelled ‘it’s art’! Use art as an excuse for bad quality. Like the ugly and the unwillingly imperfect — because when it’s imperfect on purpose it doesn’t count — it just counts when you can’t do it any better but you still call it art. Just talk about in a pretentious way, that’s what makes it art. That’s what makes the academic people like you. that’s what makes it work. that’s what galleries want, nudes and blurs and broken film. because we couldn’t all do that. well, maybe we should.
or maybe we should just stop hoping we ever make it in the Art world.
Because fuck you, that’s why.
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I’m just frustrated at some of the replies I’ve been hearing. Apparently, if it’s not photography that looks like it was taken in the seventies, it’s not good photography. If it’s not blurry past the point of recognition, it’s not photography. If it’s nice, if people like it, you should rethink it.
That makes me want to let this whole thing fuck itself and become a farmer.
What happened to art letting us create our own world?
Yeah, right.
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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not art (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 23/52
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not art
Don’t do it pretty, make it ugly. No, not like that. That’s too well done. That’s too clear, you need it to be less obvious. How do you get that? Blur it. Don’t make it easy for me to look at. Don’t make it nice. Make it artistic. What’s art? I don’t know, but it’s not that. If people like it, you’re doing it wrong. Just make me hate it. Make me hate you. make it blurry. No, you’re not naked, so you won’t go anywhere. That picture you just put ten hours into and have a bruise to show for? Nothing. Another picture of a terrace with a chair? Everything. Just do it in film. Just do it in a way that it looks like you weren’t actually trying to create, but depicting a reality that everyone sees, everyone can photograph, but you think it’s special and somehow, we all think it’s too, simply because you yelled ‘it’s art’! Use art as an excuse for bad quality. Like the ugly and the unwillingly imperfect — because when it’s imperfect on purpose it doesn’t count — it just counts when you can’t do it any better but you still call it art. Just talk about in a pretentious way, that’s what makes it art. That’s what makes the academic people like you. that’s what makes it work. that’s what galleries want, nudes and blurs and broken film. because we couldn’t all do that. well, maybe we should.
or maybe we should just stop hoping we ever make it in the Art world.
Because fuck you, that’s why.
———
I’m just frustrated at some of the replies I’ve been hearing. Apparently, if it’s not photography that looks like it was taken in the seventies, it’s not good photography. If it’s not blurry past the point of recognition, it’s not photography. If it’s nice, if people like it, you should rethink it.
That makes me want to let this whole thing fuck itself and become a farmer.
What happened to art letting us create our own world?
Yeah, right.
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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BERLINER EXPRESS (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
blog post on the first few days of my trip to Berlin
[updates on the weekly project will come later this week! I’m haven’t forgotten, don’t worry.]
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If I am ever famous enough to have a retrospective done on my career/life, this photo has to be a part of it. It just makes me so, so happy. #smallerthanfour #love #photography #bnw #blackwhite #mac #laugh #mylina
