—>She grew up—echoing the upbringing of Siddhartha Gautama, who became The Buddha—in very privileged, wealthy circumstances, largely protected from the outside world and from the suffering and "otherness" of the poor and unfortunate.
—>She had a sexual affair with her older brother, the poet Howard Nemerov, that lasted from childhood up to her death.
—>Although photography is a male-dominated field generally, there have always been women among the greatest of its practitioners. Arbus's two most significant teachers were women—Berenice Abbott, the rescuer of Eugene Atget and a major photographer in her own right, and Lisette Model, who is her most identifiable influence and who encouraged her to quit commercial work and devote herself to her art, which Diane eventually did abruptly and decisively.
—>She craved fame, and in her lifetime felt she never achieved or was rewarded for it. Not a little ironically, she immediately became world famous following her death and has been among the most famous photographers in the medium's history ever since.
—>An unusually talented and original painter, she excited great interest in her talent for painting while still very young, but was unhappy with her ability to realize her vision and definitively turned her back on painting while still in her teens. (Bill Jay: "True, there are photographers who are failed artists, but so are most artists.") Today, only a single one of her paintings—a surreal conceptual portrait of Allan Arbus, whom she met at 14 and married at 18—survives. The painting is owned by Ellen and Richard Sandor, who would be worth a post by themselves.
—>A small inscribed and signed print of "Identical Twins, Roselle, NJ" given by Arbus as a courtesy to the family of Colleen and Cathleen Wade, who were seven at the time she took their portrait, is referred to by the twins' father as "their 401k," because the print, with its sterling provenance, is now worth some undefined but doubtless huge sum of money. The little boy in Central Park with the toy hand grenade was not so lucky.
—>Arbus planned her suicide and seemed to desire it as if it were a kind of fulfillment. Even when she was young, she apparently felt that there was some sort of mysterious spiritual culmination in death. It brings to mind a quote attributed to Carl Jung: "Don't rush to help those who haven't asked you to, because not everyone who is drowning needs a hand; some want to drown." Her obituary did not appear in the New York Times until 2018, as part of the newspaper's "Overlooked" series.
Mike
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Wow, I could’ve happily called it a day had I created something as good as that painting!
Posted by: Stan B. | Wednesday, 15 March 2023 at 01:45 PM
I never cared for her work. Never saw what was alluring or interesting in it. I had the book with the Twins on the cover and disliked it the more I looked at it. Had no problem letting it go.
Posted by: darlene | Wednesday, 15 March 2023 at 03:28 PM
She had some success during her lifetime, but apparently not enough.
The post mortem fame phenomenon is quite common.
Van Gogh died young, but Vivian Maier never had a single shred of success though she lived to quite a ripe age - it is quite admirable that she continued nevertheless.
But it makes you bitter.
"Es ist viel zu spät." (It is much too late - quote by Austrian writer Franz Grillparzer when he was showered with honours about one year before his death)
Posted by: Anton Wilhelm Stolzing | Wednesday, 15 March 2023 at 04:38 PM
Thank you for letting me know about this great artist. I just went over her Monograph. Strong stuff.
Posted by: Nestor Press | Wednesday, 15 March 2023 at 08:47 PM
Diane was a friend of Stanley Kubrick back in their Greenwich Village days.
Posted by: vincent garofalo | Thursday, 16 March 2023 at 03:36 AM
At first this might sound off topic but give me a chance. There is a physicist named Brian Cox, Professor Brian Cox. He explains the universe with a certain joy and amazement. He reminds us that despite there being 2 trillion galaxies, each with billions of stars there is only one know spot that harbors conscious life. He theorizes that maybe one or two other advanced civilizations might exist in our own galaxy. Out of the estimated 100 to 400 billion stars in the Milky Way maybe other conscious life exists. Maybe though there is zero evidence that it does.
My point? Does anyone actually look at the big picture and realize how awesome and amazing it is to be alive? What a unique experience it is to exist in this tiny bubble where the earth is at the right temperature to support us? We can get bogged down in depression, suffer from anxiety and feel life is not worth living. We might be the most conscious living forms in the galaxy and that to me despite the challenges of Earthy life is worth the effort to survive .
Posted by: Mike Ferron | Thursday, 16 March 2023 at 05:16 AM
“A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.”--Diane Arbus
Posted by: Steve Rosenblum | Thursday, 16 March 2023 at 10:03 AM
I have always admired Arbus's work, and I find the timing of her death to be most unfortunate, as she had really started to come into her own artistically and publicly. Based upon her own description, and that of her husband, it seems pretty clear that she suffered from Bipolar Disorder, for which there was very little effective treatment at the time of her death. She reportedly said, "I go up and down a lot. Maybe I've always been like that. Partly what happens though is I get filled with energy and joy and I begin lots of things or think about what I want to do and get all breathless with excitement and then quite suddenly either through tiredness or a disappointment or something more mysterious the energy vanishes, leaving me harassed, swamped, distraught, frightened by the very things I thought I was so eager for! I'm sure this is quite classic." It is sad that more effective treatment wasn't available to her. She was a wonderful artist.
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Posted by: Steve Rosenblum | Thursday, 16 March 2023 at 10:17 AM
Mike, you are a treasure. I have followed your website for nearly 20 years now if my memory is anywhere near accurate. Articles like this one on Diane Arbus keep my interest in photography fresh. We started our photographic careers about the same time, me maybe tens years prior to you, but have both served our time in a B&W darkroom breathing the aroma of D-76 and Dektol, not to mention the sweet acidic smell of stopbath.
T.O.P. and the NYT's start my day, along with the best espresso I can brew. Sorry I just can't make the switch to tea.
Posted by: Shelley Stallings | Thursday, 16 March 2023 at 12:49 PM
The kid with the hand grenade (the image Arbus is holding in your last post) is a friend from college. I know I have some current photos of him around somewhere. He's an interesting fellow and my six-degrees (actually two degrees) of separation with Diane Arbus.
[Hey Ben, I did link to our article about that! Did you forget? I confess I did, until I searched the archives for Arbus. Here's the link again:
https://tinyurl.com/3p84ya7f
--Mike]
Posted by: Benjamin Marks | Thursday, 16 March 2023 at 04:10 PM
I saw the sizeable retrospective show in Toronto a few years back (AGO, I guess). It included a fair bit of her earlier stuff when she was shooting relatively conventional, 35mm street photos, only hinting at what was to come.
Posted by: David Smith | Thursday, 16 March 2023 at 08:24 PM