2017 Limited Edition Products
“Gone In a Flash” Suzi Gardner Postcard: hand addressed, signed then mailed as a traditional postacard$9.50 Read more
“Gone In a Flash” Henry Rollins Postcard: hand addressed, signed then mailed as a traditional postacard$9.50 Add to cart
“Gone In a Flash” Eddie Vedder Postcard: hand addressed, signed then mailed as a traditional postacard$9.50 Add to cart
“Gone In a Flash” Courtney Love Postcard: hand addressed, signed then mailed as a traditional postacard$9.50 Read more
In 2016 I started on a journey to unbox, archive and preserve boxes and boxes of photographic negatives, photos, ephemera, writings and so forth that I had been piling up since the 1980s. I found myself overwhelmed and in need of help.
To finance this adventure I turned to my community to ask for help. The “Gone In a Flash” Help Preserve the Photography of Jennifer Finch was launch and funded via Kickstarter. And now the work begins. These postcards are the remaining lot after their initial distribution as Kickstarter rewards and the proceeds will continue to support the preservation project.
Finally. I am old. or should I say, no longer the young frail child I was. And when I say frail, I mean, I can hardly believe the strength and endurance that prevailed. The product of adoption, divorce, the courts, social stigma, child services, violence, drug addiction and a mostly mentally ill mother, I ventured into drug and street life at 13. Art literally saved my life. I started photographing the hardcore music scene in Los Angeles in 1981. At the age of 14, I had a desperate eye, a longing to connect and could barley speak.
While other photographers of the time did an outstanding job of capturing the rage, aggression and style of this influential music scene, I looked for a more intimate connection with my subjects. Despite the slam pits, stage diving and sweat, I sought the truth from subjects that armored themselves with abandon. The moment before the mic drops, the outburst, the soul that seeps through the pupils, contemplation and desperation. As serenity transforms into violence, then back again.
It has only been 2017 that I can look back through my images from the 1980s and “see” through a vial of chaos of my own creation. A consistent resistance that has played me through the years. And after all these years… I can finally look back.
Finally. I am young.