序言 |Foreword

民主森林

Mark Holborn

民主已经成为一个难以解释的词汇。已经没有了确定无疑的意义。对民主原则过分的强调或许恰恰弱化了它,并将其消解成了空洞的口号。虽然我们意识到民主的局限性,他仍然是我们坚守的一面旗帜。威廉·埃格尔斯顿把《民主森林》做为名称,为他多产职业生涯中这个最雄心勃勃,最多样化的项目提供了一个聚焦点。2009年他在纽约惠特尼博物馆举办的名为“民主相机”回顾展。展览名称虽然引用了项目名称中的“民主”二字,但是“民主森林”这个项目本身并未被太多的展现。这个项目规模太大了,无远弗届,难以找到合适的切入点“民主”虽被广泛使用,但Eggleston 在其项目语境里所说的“民主”的真实含义却几乎没有被触及,更不用说被理解和领悟了。“民主”这个词似乎很简单,它暗示了一种“包罗万象”。但是Eggleston 的“森林”一词却远没有这么简单。至此,他的语言已经极尽复杂。
 
理论上讲,摄影是不可避免的民主,因为它代表了视域内可见的一切。它赋予被摄对象——无论是崇高的、可怕的或是平凡的——同等的地位。维多利亚时代的媒体先驱们,相信相机不会说谎。摄影是记录世界的完美方式。人们拿着相机在场,无论出现在犯罪现场,观察部队的行动或记录建筑遗迹,都是在收集证据。另一方面,“包罗万象”却绝不会冷静客观。摄影的每一个步骤都是人为选择的结果。早在数字时代之前,照片就已经作为篡改历史或虚构事件的手段而被人为操控。一张照片既是事实又是虚构,二者等量。
 
然而,Stieglitz却呼吁摄影的一种新的可能性,即一张照片可以不再仅仅是简单的描述。他热诚地将欧洲现代主义的浪潮带到了美国,并且强化了完整美国艺术的概念——摄影将与绘画作为同等重要的艺术形式被人欣赏。
无论他的摄影作品优秀到何种程度,他仍对广泛的美国文化都抱有支持态度。摄影传统恰好是在摄影作为独立的艺术形式,强调自身的“新历史”以及其植根其中的“民主”特性时开始形成。摄影被用来探索风景,工业中心地带的社会模式,以及西部移民,例如拍摄一些诸如的乡村谷仓,教堂或是或佃农居住室内环境之类的乡土建筑。相机自己可以指向一个国家的所有阶层——无论是上层精英还是下层民众。
 
摄影自身的语言还没有建立起多久,就又被它“自我参照”的特点削弱了。尽管我们最常见的是某位摄影师的作品起来像另一位的,但偶尔也可以见到一些几乎没有“参考”任何其他作品的图像。这些图更新了我们感知世界的方式。《民主森林》便是这样的作品,它唯一的参考是作者自己的作品。它的史诗性——来自于坚定的意志——指向虚构。它描绘了一片处于变化之中,充满新旧冲突的大陆。这种尝试和努力的日渐式微。我们事后将其看作是一个时代行将结束,而非勇敢的新开始。作品可能确实是前数字时代的巅峰——胶片最后的伟大尝试。在拍摄完成三十年后的今天,我们观看到整个《民主森林》项目的完整形态,它既是写实的,描绘了一个已经消失的美国,同时又是抽象的。它的影响力巨大且不可逆转,没有人可以回到受其影响之前的状态。Eggleston永远的改变了你观看的方式。
 
Eggleston的作品使用在透明底片上显像这种早期彩色图像的制作方式,粗略命名为克罗姆胶片(The Chromes)。1976年,John Szarkowski选择了Eggleston的部分作品,使用染料转印法制作成《William Eggleston’s 导读》并在MOMA展出。《William Eggleston’s Guide导读》的特点之一是照片结构简洁,这些照片来自于孟菲斯不断扩大的城乡地区的日常生活。Szarkowski注意到Eggleston频繁使用对角线构图而非正面直接构图,Eggleston用邦联旗帜的结构作为回应。
 
Eggleston在几次公路旅行中用拍摄了大约3000多负片,后来形成了《Los Alamos》系列,这个系列是对《民主森林》这个拥有一万两千余张照片的项目的珍贵的简化。再版的三卷《Los Alamos》揭示了在一度被称为老南方的边缘地带出现的购物中心、停车场和激增的广告牌。Eggleston对新城市扩张的记录可以覆盖至加州。尽管他拍摄的照片现在成为了重要的文献,他的本意并不是社会学或建筑相关,Eggleston用令人惊叹的全新视角,尤其那些汽车的门、窗和镜子,略过建筑环境表面,剥离了图像中可供识别的部分,让自己完全沉浸在色彩之中。
 
照片悬置在具象描述和抽象之间。二者同时被展现。在这种语境中,蓝天的一角变成了蓝色三角形,再或者一辆停放的汽车从前景中被剥离出来,//tbc红色的水平线遇上了灰色的边界。从把一切渲染在同一个平面上开始,《William Eggleston’s 导读》显著而彻底的摧毁了传统视角。你需要转而去关注更远的地方,例如深受Braque的禅宗影响的晚期绘画,那些对台球桌,工作间的研究,才能注意到那些被重新安排的平行线条和被削弱的透视关系。任何照片中都有具象描述和抽象的共存。但Eggleston似乎将这种二元性运用到了极致,甚至是不自觉的。80年代当他进行《民主森林》项目的时候,好像在视觉上重连了。他所使用的语言,尽管经常被进一步打磨提炼,却是完全成立的。并且其的复杂性和丰富的层次内涵一直在增加,正是Eggleston创造的这部美国史诗的主题和规模,使这片“森林”与众不同。
 
你可以画出这样一张民主森林的地图,它的线条以南方为中心向外辐射,颠覆了传统的地理结构。以孟菲斯为原点引导我们穿过田纳西州的乡村,而非Eggleston童年时代的密西西比。项目编排的序列形成一条穿过路易斯安那的“序言”小径,并沿着小路巧妙地迂回过肯塔基州。它们汇聚在某些邦联州,并最终在结束在田纳西河畔的夏洛战役遗址。下一个向外扩散的圆环的核心包含了迈阿密和匹兹堡的广大地区,我们在这二者之间对纳什维尔和新奥尔良惊鸿一瞥。再往远走,我们来到达拉斯、波士顿和伦敦。奇异的欧洲地点开始出现——奥地利,意大利北部,剑桥郡。柏林将占据一大片区域。地图的边界止于柏林墙。
 
我把它想像成17 世纪的荷兰室内墙上常出现的雕刻地图,在这些地图上,你永远无法确定曲折的海岸线在哪里结束以及海洋从哪里开始。地图可以向你描绘描述个人景观是如何优先于实际的地理图景。对某一个地点越熟悉,去过的次数越多,它的核心表征就越巨大越详细,而外沿则表现为缺少细节的陌生异域。荷兰地图上镶嵌着一系列精心选择过的城市景观、大教堂尖顶、古老的大门和标志性景观。而幻想中的民主森林地图则是由高速公路网这个连接孟菲斯和外界的复杂动脉系统所绘制。它上面点缀的是加油站和烤肉店。孟菲斯本身不成比例的被放大所以你可以找到每个停车位、购物区、餐厅或商店。这个项目核心的部分来自与日常生活、跑腿、等红绿灯,以及经常通过挡风玻璃观察到的世界。他就是用这些建造起了一座纪念碑。他从磁带录音机旁,或是从前廊的椅子站起身来,带着慢慢一手提箱相机,大步走了出来。他似乎坚定的相信,如果他能运用自己的摄影语言将其囊括在内,那么任何在他眼前的事物都可以成为有价值的被摄对象。
 
将出版物分划为十卷是编辑时的结构考量。Eggleston从未构想这些海量的图片。在他孟菲斯的家中,这些照片被堆放在钢琴,餐桌上甚至盥洗室中。他栖身于照片之中,而非被分成不同的卷。作品根据地理位置的通道被分组。十卷作为一个整体有其开始和结尾。每一卷都有其各自的开头
与结尾。第一卷书来自于路易斯安那项目,以更大的画幅进行拍摄,作为序曲相对独立于其他卷,但它通过建立景观引导我们进入民主森林
这里的种植园摇摇欲坠,河床两旁堆满了垃圾。他拍摄破碎的玻璃墙就像拍摄蕾丝窗帘一样优雅。他带我们领略白色瀑布般的棉花和密西西比河的水流。他迫使我们重新调整自己的视野。
 
第二卷试图以最明确的方式定义他的摄影语言。这些照片决不是随意拍摄的。如果他向我们展示了汽车尾部的一角,很明显他是正在将那块颜色放在一个更大的矩形之中。汽车无处不在。道路或边界上的线路缘绘制出几何图形。天空布满了电缆。垂直的线条通过各种立杆和树干被强化了,而大量的树叶又缓和了其中的人为痕迹。从第三卷开始我们开始在地理空间上移动。我们来到达拉斯。在这里他为他的徕卡相机选择的旧镜头带有柔光效果果,将这座崭新城市的建筑外立面发出迷人的光芒。这是建筑工地和摩天大佬在炫耀着他们的力量。然后是一个书报摊的一角标示出关于1963年11月发生的事件。关于暗杀记录作为细节被捕捉和置于画面中心。从建筑所代表的企业的力量,我们来到了石油钻井平台的幽闭空间,在那里人类形态
封存。在泥巴和一片颓废之中Eggleston中揭示了管道形成的网格和工业厂房中的红色。沿着管道我们转向了热带海岸边的棕榈树干,然后进入了被树叶环绕的,充满色彩苍白的装饰艺术的迈阿密。在告别郁郁葱葱之后的Viscaya别墅花园,和坐落在佛罗里达海边的威尼托之后,我们遇到的是树叶繁茂的沼泽和灌木丛中的废弃车辆。
 
匹兹堡不得不提。在这里你能感觉到Eggleston完全进入了一种流动的转改。他是带着不断探索的心情走在街上。新城市在反抗其自身建立在美国工业化的基石之上的古老基础。在大量砖石制品和钢铁结构的桥梁上我们可以看到旧世界的影子。二十多年前当Gene Smith来到匹兹堡的时候,
工业的巨大力量仍然在这座城市显现。工业产品是如此丰富并刺激着人们的神经,而城市生活又是如此引人入胜,史密斯在此流连了好几个月。而当Eggleston在匹兹堡的人行道上徘徊时,有轨电车虽然仍在街头行驶,但已是历史遗迹。钢铁之城锈迹斑斑。你强烈的意识到,即旧世界已被清除,新的高墙相隔的空地开始出现,它们彼此相邻,那是无所不在的停车场。
 
在柏林,历史随处可见,建筑的外墙上还能弹孔依稀可见。柏林墙像巨大的屏风般延伸,这破败的砖墙是与东德的边界,为各种标语提供了展示的平面。新城区里,树木在钢筋混凝土公寓旁发出新的枝芽,Eggleston发现了人工合成颜色的调色板,夜幕中的城市霓虹闪烁,黑色得背景上点缀着电灯这里“森林”触达了边界。柏林墙的线条的照片之后,紧跟着猫王故居“雅园”高高的栅栏。孟菲斯最引以为豪的明星的纪念碑,让再次让观众回到地图的中心。
 
第六卷的田园旅程让我们得以喘息。开阔的牧场转向
毫不掩饰的插花。那只让我们看到琐碎杂乱世界中的诗意的眼睛,现在让您看到了明信片中才存在的风景,那是在夜晚的微光中登上田纳西的小山顶时,或是立于饱经风霜的中世纪石墙前的英格兰玫瑰。在惬意的乡间骑行中,你穿过肯塔基州的烟草田。马在树枝下找到阴凉处。森林郁郁葱葱,一切都笼罩在宁静祥和之中。这个篇章会激发我们的记忆。随后一卷的室内环境将我们带入了一个记忆犹新的过去,那里有阁楼房间和旧手提箱。相片静静散落在不同的相框中。Eggleston的室内景观就像旧树干上打开的一个口子,其中包含早期生活的痕迹,像浴室墙壁一样简朴的生活场景演变如威尼斯别墅的般华丽。然后他用厨房水槽旁凸显的红色,或完美摆放在方格桌面的中央的盐和胡椒让我们大吃一惊,那漂浮在空中的如梦如幻的旅程在遇到朴素的家庭日常之后终于归于平静。
 
当你读到第八卷——《表面》时,你将完全进入森林。扁平的平面最后甚至把Tiepolo粉和蓝色的天空渲染如天体的表面或天堂的穹顶。第九卷集合了前几本书的所有元素,从激增的垂直桅杆,到不断累积愈发冗长的各种标志,再到完整出现的树木。汽车小心翼翼地停在树枝形成的廊檐下。最后一张,Eggleston带领我们穿过小镇,沿着主街,经过广场,然后进一步沿着小路进入种植棉花的乡村深处。在这里,我们看到了更早的美国,宏伟的山脚,历史悠久的城墙和Andrew Jackson的家。这位自田纳西州的总统,其追随者创建了民主党,在他之后的1830年到1850年被称为杰克逊民主主义时代。杰克逊于1845年在纳什维尔去世,距1862年爆发的夏洛战役时间已经很近了。在Eggleston的照片中,战场遗址的湖水在暮光中被染成血红。《民主森林》以其具有现代性和激进的创新性深深根治于历史,一段失落的历史。
 
《民主森林》得以以完整面貌被呈现是值得庆祝的。无论Eggleston本人已经获多少赞誉积,在他所有的作品中,这部作品尘封30年才得以呈现,是一种不幸。他的影响如此广泛,证明了他的独创性。但在他的一生中,甚至直到现在,这部大师级的史诗作品却一直潜伏在黑暗中,这确实是一个严重的疏忽。它太难以被理解以至于太容易被忽略。

The Democratic Forest

Mark Holborn

Democracy has become a difficult word. Faith in the idea is no longer unquestioned. Over-assertion of the principle may have furthered its debasement, reducing it to a slogan. Even though we are conscious of its limits, democracy remains a banner to which we cling. William Eggleston's title, The Democratic Forest, provided a rallying point for the most ambitious and diverse project of his already prolific career. By the time of his retrospective exhibition at the Whitney Museum in New York in 2009, reference was made through the title of the exhibition, Democratic Camera, but the work itself remained largely unapproached. Its scale was so vast it appeared to have no parameters. There was no point of entry. The word 'democracy' has been widely employed, but the true substance of Eggleston's stated 'democratic' project has barely been touched, let alone appreciated. The word seems simple enough in its suggestion of an all-embracing view, however the scope of Eggleston's 'forest' is far from simple. Here his language reaches its greatest complexity. In theory photography is inescapably democratic, since it represents everything within the field of vision. It endows its subjects - the sublime, the terrible and the mundane - with equal status. The Victorians, pioneers of the medium, believed the camera could not lie. Photography created the perfect means with which to record the world. The man with the camera was at the scene of the crime, observing the troops in action or documenting our architectural heritage. He was gathering the evidence. On the other hand, the all-embracing view is far from coolly obiective. Every step of the photographic process is selective. Long before the digital age, the photograph was manipulated in the service of the rewriting of history or the invention of events. A photograph is as much a fiction as it was ever a fact.

 

The possibility that a photograph might present something more than simple description, however evocative, came from Stieglitz. As fervently as he opened up America to the thrust of European modernism, Stieglitz reinforced the identity of a wholly American art to which photography was enlisted as readily as painting. However rarified his Camera Work, he was embracing a broad American culture. The emergence of photographic traditions coincided with the assertion of photography as its own discipline with its newly written history and its democratic roots. Photography was employed to explore the landscape, the social patterns in the industrial heartland or western migration, as readily as, say, the vernacular architecture of country barn and church or sharecropper interior. The camera could point at all the strata of the nation itself-at the figures on the upper deck as well as those in the steerage.

 

No sooner had the discipline been established than photography was weakened under the weight of its own self-reference. Though too frequently we see photographs that look like other photographs, occasionally a body of work surfaces for which there are almost no points of reference. The pictures then reconfigure the way we experience the world. The Democratic Forest is such a body. Its only point of photographic reference is its author's own work. Its epic nature - the fruit of unwavering perseverance - suggests a fiction. It portrays a land in transition, where the old and the new collide. There is a terminal air about the endeavour. In hindsight we see it as a world that is coming to a close, not as a brave new beginning. The work may indeed be the climax of the pre-digital age - the last great foray with film. Viewed in its fullest form thirty years after the pictures were made, The Democratic Forest is both descriptive, drawing on views of a now vanished America, and abstract. Its power is irreversible. You can't recover your innocence. Eggleston changes your view forever.

 

Eggleston's work follows a progression from the early colour pictures made on transparency film, loosely titled The Chromes, out of which John Szarkowski selected the dye-transfer prints for William Eggleston's Guide at the Museum of Modern Art in 1976. A characteristic of the work from the Guide is the relatively simple structure of the photographs that were drawn from life in the expanding Memphis suburbs. In response to Szarkowski's observation of his frequent use of the diagonal as opposed to straight frontal views, Eggleston referred to the structure of the Confederate flag.

 

Some three thousand of Eggleston's photographs made on negative film over several road trips across America were then gathered under the title Los Alamos. The series provides a valuable step to assimilating the twelve thousand pictures of The Democratic Forest. The three-volume republication of Los Alamos reveals the emergence of the shopping mall, the parking lot and the proliferation of signage on the fringes of what had once been the Old South. New, urban sprawl was recorded by Eggleston as far as California. Though he created what now constitutes a significant document, his intention was not social or architectural observation, With his surprising new angles, especially around the doors, windows and mirrors of automobiles, Eggleston was also moving over the surfaces of the built environment, stripping the image of any recognizable descriptive quality in order to immerse himself in shapes of pure colour. The photographs were suspended between the descriptive view and the abstraction. They could display both elements simultaneously. When this language takes you over, a corner of blue sky becomes simply a blue triangle or a parked car in the foreground is stripped back to, say, a red horizontal meeting a grey border. From the rendering of everything on the same flattened plane, the conventional perspective, conspicuous in much of the Guide, was destroyed. You have to turn as far afield as Braque's Zen influenced late paintings, the studies of billiard tables and the Atelier suite, to sense a parallel rearrangement and diminishment of perspective. The ability to be both descriptive and abstract is inherent in any photograph, but Eggleston seemed to be exploiting the duality relentlessly and even unconsciously. By the time he was working on The Democratic Forest through the eighties, it was as if he was visually rewired. His language, though often further refined, was fully established. Its complexity or its layering only increased. What distinguished the 'forest' were its subjects and the scale on which Eggleston had created an American epic.

 

You could draw a map of The Democratic Forest. Its lines, radiating out like a target from a central axis in the South, would overturn conventional geography. The bull's eye in Memphis would lead through rural Tennessee rather than the Mississippi of Eggleston's childhood. The edited sequence contains a prefatory passage through Louisiana and skirts delicately along the back roads of Kentucky. It clusters around certain states of the Confederacy and indeed reaches a finale on the battlefield of Shiloh on the Tennessee River. The next ring progressing outwards from the central core would include Miami and a vast area of Pittsburgh, in between which we catch glimpses of Nashville and New Orleans. Still further would be Dallas, Boston and London. Odd European locations emerge - Austria, northern Italy, Cambridgeshire. Berlin would occupy a large zone on the perimeter. The border of the map would lie along the Berlin Wall itself.

 

I imagine it like one of those engraved maps you see on the walls of seventeenth-century Dutch interiors, in which you are never quite sure where the convoluted coastline ends and the ocean begins. The map would provide a depiction of how a personal landscape prioritises geography. The more familiar and travelled the location, the larger and more detailed its central representation. The outer edges would present the less detailed foreign territories. The Dutch maps were bordered by a series of panels with select city views, cathedral spires, old gateways and iconic vistas. The imaginary cartography of The Democratic Forest is lined with a network of highways, a complex arterial system connecting Memphis to the outer reaches. It would be bordered with panels depicting gas stations or Bar-B-Q stops. Memphis itself would be disproportionately large so you could locate each parking spot, shopping precinct, restaurant or store. The core of this work originates from the daily round, the running of errands, the negotiation of traffic signals, and a world often viewed through a windscreen. Out of this he has made a monument. From a point settled at home beside his reel-to-reel tape recorder or from the chair on the front porch, he strode out with a case of cameras, seemingly undaunted by the possibility that everything that crossed his view was a worthy subject if he could apply the language with which to contain it. 

 

The division of the publication into ten volumes is an editorial construction. Eggleston never conceived of more than a sea of pictures. They were piled on the piano or dining room table and lav in stacks around his Memphis home. He dwelt in the photographs, not in their separation into distinct volumes. The work was grouped around the passages through specific locations. The set of volumes as a whole has a beginning and an end. Each volume then has its particular opening and ending. The first book, drawn from The Louisiana Project, serves as an overture. It exists au tonomously and was photographed on a larger format, but it leads us into The Democratic Forest by establishing a landscape. Here the plantation house is crumbling and the riverbed is lined with trash. He photographs a wall of smashed glass as elegantly as he does a lace curtain. He takes us to a white cascade of cotton and the waters of the Mississippi. He forces us to readjust our view. The second volume seeks to define the language in the most explicit manner. The precision of Eggleston's framing leaves no imbalance. There is nothing remotely casual about these pictures. If he shows us the corner of the tail of a car, it is evident that he is placing that fragment of colour in a greater rectangular scheme. The automobile is omnipresent. The lines on the road or the border of the curb provide a painted geometry. The skies are strewn with cables. The verticals are enforced with masts and the trees that counter the linear artifice with an abundance of foliage. The geographical progression begins with the third volume. We arrive in Dallas. Here his choice of an old lens for his Leica provides a diffuse light that glows in the reflecting surfaces of the new city. It is a scene of construction and high-rise, glittering in its power, and then a simple corner of the book depository bears the sign in reference to the event of November 1963. This note of the assassination is caught as a detail in the centre of the frame. From the architecture of corporate power we are drawn to the claustrophobic spaces of the oilrigs, where human form is enveloped. Amidst the mud and the grunge Eggleston uncovered the grids of pipework and the reds of industrial plant. From the trail of pipes we turn to the trunks of palms along a tropical coast and then into the foliage around the pale colours of Art Deco Miami. After the lush and tended gardens of Villa Viscaya, a touch of the Veneto on the Florida shore, we encounter the rampant foliage of the swamp and catch the abandoned vehicles in the undergrowth Pittsburgh must have been overwhelming. You sense Eggleston at a point of full flow. He is walking the streets in a mood of incessant discovery. The thrust of the new city is set against the vestiges of its foundations, built on the vast rock of industrial America. You see the old world in the mass of the stonework and the iron structures of the bridges. When Gene Smith arrived in Pittsburgh more than twenty years before, the manufacturing muscle was still present. The drama of industrial production was so prolific and the life of the city so engaging, Smith remained for many months. Eggleston is wandering on sidewalks where the streetcars are still running, but they are relics. The city of steel is tainted with rust. There is an overriding sense that the buildings of the old world have been cleared to create the empty spaces with high adjacent walls - the ubiq- uitous parking lots.

 

In Berlin the past was inescapable. The bullet holes still marked the old façade. The Wall, stretching like a giant screen, and the tattered brickwork on the boundary with the East, provided the surfaces on which the slogans were scrawled. In the new city the trees sprouted beside the concrete of the apartment blocks. Eggleston found a palette of synthetic colour. The nocturnal city was strung with neon, punctuating the black background with dots of electric light. Here the forest' reached its border. A photograph of the line of the Wall is followed by the high fence of Elvis' Graceland, a monument to Memphis' proudest star, returning the viewer once again to the centre of the map.

 

The pastoral departure of the sixth volume allows us to breathe. The open pastures turn to unabashed floral arrangements. The eye that enabled us to see the lyricism in the detritus of the cluttered world, then throws you to the edge of a postcard view as you catch a Tennessee hilltop in the evening light or the English rose before weathered medieval stone. You follow a country ride through the Kentucky tobacco fields. The horses find shade beneath the spread of branches. The forest is lush and everything is cast in the light of wellbeing. The passage prods the memory. The interior world of the subsequent volume takes us further into a half-remembered past among the attic rooms and old suitcases. The prints of the photographs themselves spill across the frame. Eggleston's interiors correspond to the opening of an old trunk containing the residue of an earlier life, where scenes as austere as a bathroom wall turn into the luxuriant surface of a Venetian villa. He then startles us with a revelation in red by the kitchen sink or the perfect arrangement of the salt and pepper in the centre of a chequered tabletop. The ethereal dreamlike evocation is brought down to earth with the plainest domesticity.

 

By the time you reach the eighth volume, The Surface, you will have fully entered the forest. The flattened plane finally renders even the sky, with its Tiepolo pinks and blues, as a celestial surface or dome of heaven. The ninth volume employs all the elements of the preceding books in a passage spreading from the vertical proliferation of the masts, past the accumulated verbosity of the signs, to the full arboreal presence. The cars are discreetly parked beneath canopies of branches. The Finale leads us back through the small towns, along Main Street and past the square and then further down the trail into the depths of the cotton country. Here we catch sight of an earlier America, a grand pedimented façade, historic walls, and the home of Andrew Jackson, the President from Tennessee whose followers created the Democratic Party and after whom the decades from 1830 to 1850 were known as the years of Jacksonian democracy. It is a short step from Jackson's death in Nashville in 1845 to Shiloh in 1862. In Eggleston's photograph the waters of the lake at the battlefield are stained red in the late light. For all its modernity and radical invention The Democratic Forest is grounded in history - a history of loss.

 

That The Democratic Forest emerges fully is cause for celebration. Regardless of what praise has been accrued for Eggleston, that this, of all his work, has taken thirty years to be presented is unfortunate. That his influence has been so widespread is testimony to his originality, but it remains a grievous oversight that in his lifetime this masterful epic has, until now, lurked unseen - too vast to comprehend and too easy to ignore.