Thoughts on the Moran Contemporary Photographic Prize 2008
The Moran Contemporary Photographic Prize has been announced and the pictures are on the wall. As a consequence, my personal embargo on discussing the matter has passed and I am free to grant those interested in my mindset a glimpse into the rationale behind my final decisions.

I was very honoured to be asked to judge the nearly 3,000 entries submitted for the prize this year. The Moran is currently the richest photographic prize in Australia and this is only the second year it has been run. To be solely responsible for the selection of finalists and ultimately the winners in all categories was an immense responsibility. It has been a fantastic experience and I hope my selection of photographs meets with the approval of the majority of those who will visit the show or view it online.

I say majority because I know not everyone will agree with my choices. They are after all just that, my choices. To describe them as the best would be naive. In art there can never be such a thing as a definitive best. Photography is not like a running race or a cricket match. There is no finishing line or top score that ultimately determines better or worse. It is purely a subjective assessment that comes down to an individual’s preferences. And even then a person’s subjectivity can vary over time. It can even change over just a few weeks. Were I to judge the Moran again next week, it is highly conceivable my choices would be different.
I’ve been asked what my criteria was for my selection. Before I accepted the challenge I made it clear that I would only do so if the works remained anonymous. I did not want to be influenced either way by factors other than the work itself. As an example, I find very often that foreknowledge of a character, storyline or outcome will be a disincentive for me, rather than a motivation when choosing a film to see. Not knowing who the artists were in this instance made my task much easier as it removed the subtext that would otherwise have clouded or frustrated my desire for unbiased judgement. I also believe it is the only way to genuinely choose an exhibition of works on merit rather than on reputation. Either method is valid in my view, but to pretend one is the other is not.
Once I sat down in the room in front of the voluptuous 40” monitor I preceded the selection process by scanning quickly through the pages of thumbnails. I will say at this time that the eventual winner was an image that caught my attention at that very first moment. It was a curious image that was not fully evident at that small size. But as I went through each photograph one by one I came across it at full size and was further enlightened. I became enthralled by it. Throughout the judging process it held my interest and ultimately satisfied my own criteria for the outright winner that I had set down for myself before I started.
What then was it that governed my ultimate choices for the forty Open finalists and accompanying School section? First and foremost I chose images that I felt were visually powerful. Compositional dynamics played a big role. Even more so than subject. Composition was in my mind, not just a linear equation but one that encompassed colour as well as form. The form being primarily a consequence of light and texture. While colour played an equally powerful role as an energetic force. To me these factors were well beyond the fundamentals of the Golden Mean. They were and are the building blocks of the visual aesthetics that govern eloquent photography.
Of course subject was all important in that I believe photography is the art of visual storytelling. The ability to communicate a thought, or history, or state of being in a single frame. A momentary slice of time and place. What I sometime call “a sliver of the universe”. For me a photograph that has no story has no soul. That story may simply be the richness and delicacy of a red rose in the morning dew or it could be the tragedy of a starving child in the debris of disaster. By contrast it may simply be the innocence of a well adjusted child from a caring middleclass family. Whatever the story, it should be told with eloquence, sincerity and depth.
At this point I should clarify what I mean by this. I do not believe a photograph’s story must be in itself ‘deep and meaningful’. Nor must it contain the ingredients for an academic discourse on the meaning and substance of the subject matter. I find such opinions are often superficial hyperbole for the benefit of those incapable of producing works of merit themselves and who choose instead to feed off those who can. My problem with such approaches is that they avoid quiet categorically the discussion of aesthetics. This I understand is because aesthetics is a subjective realm and therefore cannot be quantified in any scientific manner. I reject such analysis as insubstantial. We cannot accept a critique of music that ignores the melody and engages itself purely in a dissection of the lyrics alone. Why then should we accept such an approach in assessing in photography? Aesthetics is the melody that transports the visual story we seek to communicate to our audiences. Had John Lennon put the words of his iconic song Imagine to a less rousing tune, would the world have sung along regardless? I think not. So without question, it is the style and form a photograph takes that sits in partnership with its verse to ultimately determine its place in history.
This brings me to my second assessment of the pictures I chose. I responded to images that employed a style that was to my eye new or different. Techniques that I considered less predictable or commonplace. All too often a photographer will seek to mimic another’s style that has been judged well in previous years or venues. For instance, I see a lot of portraits today that are derivatives of Richard Avedon’s famous large format full frontal and very static portraits that he initiated many years ago with images of his aged father. I experienced the manifestation of this style first hand some years ago when I visited an exhibition of his American West series at a gallery in Barcelona. Whilst portraits that mirror Avedon’s original style are powerful descriptions of the subject, they do not in my mind constitute contemporary ground breaking work.
In saying this, I am opening up a quandary far deeper than the judging of a prize. Quiet simply, what if anything is new? Have we already explored all corners of the aesthetic landscape and are we in fact simply redrawing a scenery that the pioneers trudged over decades before us. Surely this argument must be true in fashion, music and even painting. How, therefore, do we assess the merits of a photographer’s work in the context of defining what is contemporary. Or are we merely determining its fashion status within the confines of a repetitious trajectory of accepted novelty. I’ll leave that discussion for another day.
Thirdly, I felt it was important to select images that would form a worthy exhibition. A collection of photographs that would engage and entertain an audience. Images that would challenge, some that would amuse, others that would question. Very importantly, a selection not all leaning in one direction paying homage to the judge’s personal preference. In that I found it hard at times to determine the worthiness of artworks that were not in step with my own chosen speciality. In grappling with this I found myself returning to my original preface in that the exhibition was to be made up of my own choices of what I liked and valued without compromise to the opinions of others. The substance of the sole judge philosophy. If others more learned in a specific genre than I, challenge my assessment, then fair enough. I acknowledge that they may have a deeper understanding of the technical or subjective aspects of the work than me. In the end I can only do the best I can with the tools at hand and be prepared to let the audience determine the level of my success.
Whether you agree or disagree with my approach, I would be interested to hear your thoughts. I can be emailed at North@ThePhotoStudio.com.au
View the Moran Contemporary Photographic Prize on-line at or visit the exhibition at The State Library of NSW 10 March 2008 until 4 May 2008.

I was very honoured to be asked to judge the nearly 3,000 entries submitted for the prize this year. The Moran is currently the richest photographic prize in Australia and this is only the second year it has been run. To be solely responsible for the selection of finalists and ultimately the winners in all categories was an immense responsibility. It has been a fantastic experience and I hope my selection of photographs meets with the approval of the majority of those who will visit the show or view it online.

I say majority because I know not everyone will agree with my choices. They are after all just that, my choices. To describe them as the best would be naive. In art there can never be such a thing as a definitive best. Photography is not like a running race or a cricket match. There is no finishing line or top score that ultimately determines better or worse. It is purely a subjective assessment that comes down to an individual’s preferences. And even then a person’s subjectivity can vary over time. It can even change over just a few weeks. Were I to judge the Moran again next week, it is highly conceivable my choices would be different.
I’ve been asked what my criteria was for my selection. Before I accepted the challenge I made it clear that I would only do so if the works remained anonymous. I did not want to be influenced either way by factors other than the work itself. As an example, I find very often that foreknowledge of a character, storyline or outcome will be a disincentive for me, rather than a motivation when choosing a film to see. Not knowing who the artists were in this instance made my task much easier as it removed the subtext that would otherwise have clouded or frustrated my desire for unbiased judgement. I also believe it is the only way to genuinely choose an exhibition of works on merit rather than on reputation. Either method is valid in my view, but to pretend one is the other is not.
Once I sat down in the room in front of the voluptuous 40” monitor I preceded the selection process by scanning quickly through the pages of thumbnails. I will say at this time that the eventual winner was an image that caught my attention at that very first moment. It was a curious image that was not fully evident at that small size. But as I went through each photograph one by one I came across it at full size and was further enlightened. I became enthralled by it. Throughout the judging process it held my interest and ultimately satisfied my own criteria for the outright winner that I had set down for myself before I started.
What then was it that governed my ultimate choices for the forty Open finalists and accompanying School section? First and foremost I chose images that I felt were visually powerful. Compositional dynamics played a big role. Even more so than subject. Composition was in my mind, not just a linear equation but one that encompassed colour as well as form. The form being primarily a consequence of light and texture. While colour played an equally powerful role as an energetic force. To me these factors were well beyond the fundamentals of the Golden Mean. They were and are the building blocks of the visual aesthetics that govern eloquent photography.
Of course subject was all important in that I believe photography is the art of visual storytelling. The ability to communicate a thought, or history, or state of being in a single frame. A momentary slice of time and place. What I sometime call “a sliver of the universe”. For me a photograph that has no story has no soul. That story may simply be the richness and delicacy of a red rose in the morning dew or it could be the tragedy of a starving child in the debris of disaster. By contrast it may simply be the innocence of a well adjusted child from a caring middleclass family. Whatever the story, it should be told with eloquence, sincerity and depth.
At this point I should clarify what I mean by this. I do not believe a photograph’s story must be in itself ‘deep and meaningful’. Nor must it contain the ingredients for an academic discourse on the meaning and substance of the subject matter. I find such opinions are often superficial hyperbole for the benefit of those incapable of producing works of merit themselves and who choose instead to feed off those who can. My problem with such approaches is that they avoid quiet categorically the discussion of aesthetics. This I understand is because aesthetics is a subjective realm and therefore cannot be quantified in any scientific manner. I reject such analysis as insubstantial. We cannot accept a critique of music that ignores the melody and engages itself purely in a dissection of the lyrics alone. Why then should we accept such an approach in assessing in photography? Aesthetics is the melody that transports the visual story we seek to communicate to our audiences. Had John Lennon put the words of his iconic song Imagine to a less rousing tune, would the world have sung along regardless? I think not. So without question, it is the style and form a photograph takes that sits in partnership with its verse to ultimately determine its place in history.
This brings me to my second assessment of the pictures I chose. I responded to images that employed a style that was to my eye new or different. Techniques that I considered less predictable or commonplace. All too often a photographer will seek to mimic another’s style that has been judged well in previous years or venues. For instance, I see a lot of portraits today that are derivatives of Richard Avedon’s famous large format full frontal and very static portraits that he initiated many years ago with images of his aged father. I experienced the manifestation of this style first hand some years ago when I visited an exhibition of his American West series at a gallery in Barcelona. Whilst portraits that mirror Avedon’s original style are powerful descriptions of the subject, they do not in my mind constitute contemporary ground breaking work.
In saying this, I am opening up a quandary far deeper than the judging of a prize. Quiet simply, what if anything is new? Have we already explored all corners of the aesthetic landscape and are we in fact simply redrawing a scenery that the pioneers trudged over decades before us. Surely this argument must be true in fashion, music and even painting. How, therefore, do we assess the merits of a photographer’s work in the context of defining what is contemporary. Or are we merely determining its fashion status within the confines of a repetitious trajectory of accepted novelty. I’ll leave that discussion for another day.
Thirdly, I felt it was important to select images that would form a worthy exhibition. A collection of photographs that would engage and entertain an audience. Images that would challenge, some that would amuse, others that would question. Very importantly, a selection not all leaning in one direction paying homage to the judge’s personal preference. In that I found it hard at times to determine the worthiness of artworks that were not in step with my own chosen speciality. In grappling with this I found myself returning to my original preface in that the exhibition was to be made up of my own choices of what I liked and valued without compromise to the opinions of others. The substance of the sole judge philosophy. If others more learned in a specific genre than I, challenge my assessment, then fair enough. I acknowledge that they may have a deeper understanding of the technical or subjective aspects of the work than me. In the end I can only do the best I can with the tools at hand and be prepared to let the audience determine the level of my success.
Whether you agree or disagree with my approach, I would be interested to hear your thoughts. I can be emailed at North@ThePhotoStudio.com.au
View the Moran Contemporary Photographic Prize on-line at or visit the exhibition at The State Library of NSW 10 March 2008 until 4 May 2008.



