Anne Rearick is American. Yet other than her, no one could understand the 15-year-long love story between a young woman and the French Basque country, the key subject of her photography. It was there that she fell in love with the land, the daily life, and the connection between people and animals. Her sensibility allows her to properly record the moments truly capturing the essence of this culture.
Her work comes through as deeply personal because therein lie her motivations. Whether in the United States or South Africa, she approaches people and situations with an unbiased eye, and her images reflect the intense bonds she builds with her subjects, their communities, and their struggles.
Since 2009, Anne Rearick has been going every summer in Lapwai, a little town of Idaho, in the North-West of USA. Here, she has been documenting the daily life of Nez Perce Indian tribe.
There are almost 2700 Nez Perce and half of them live in the little town of Lapwai, which is the center of the Nez Perce tribal government.
Anne Rearick has documented Lapwai population’s daily life. Her pictures, sober, made in black and white square format, depict the intimacy of a community which knows a lot of social problems. In this city where unemployment is rife, those with jobs work in the nearby Lewiston mill or at the Nez Perce casino.
17 years after the abolition of Apartheid, the gap between black and white South-Africans is far from being bridged over.
Since 2004, Americain photographer Anne Rearick documents the daily life in the township of Capetown’s suburb. She follows
in Langa and Khayelitsha, the people affected by misery and social exclusion. Regularly, Anne Rearick returns to testify on a difficult situation which doesn't seem to evolve over the years. An unweary witness of this inescapable fact, she strives to show the human relationships forged in this environment, and which help making life a little easier.
Captown suburbs’ inhabitants are predominantly Xhosas, originating from the east coast of the...
Each day before dawn thousands of women in townships across South Africa walk to bus stops and travel the distance – enormous not only in terms of miles but culturally and spiritually, too -- from their homes in the townships to the white suburbs. The mostly black townships are places of extreme hardship, crime and violence. The pristine, predominantly white suburbs are landscaped, and protected with high fences, entry gates with guards, and roving security teams. The women who travel here each day are domestic workers, formerly known as maids. The women clean, cook, iron, and care for children for 90-100 rand a day, roughly $3400 a year. Up to ¼ of this is spent on transportation. The...
Nelson Mandela said, "Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world," and yet nearly two decades after the end of apartheid, most of South Africa's schools in black townships are desperately failing their charges. Kulani High School is one of two high schools located in Langa, outside of Cape Town. Its grounds and buildings are surrounded by barb wire fence and those allowed entry must first pass through a locked gate and two sets of security guards. There are 1800 students and only 54 teachers. Classrooms are overcrowded and teachers underpaid. 50% of students do not pass the required final examinations necessary to graduate. Those that do succeed in their...
Amateur boxing stands in the shadow of its show-off professional cousin. Within this world, which I have photographed in a small boxing club-house in Old Church, Somerville (Massachusetts), during the New England Golden Gloves competition in Lowell (Massachusetts), at Johnny Tocco's sweatbox in Las Vegas, and in Almaty, Kazakhstan. I have found something quieter and purer than I thought boxing could be.
Alongside the blood and bruises, exists a relationship between the fighter and the trainer that are as true and loving as relationships can be. The kids who come to the gym are almost by definition at-risk, and what they seek, what they hunger for, is as complicated as love, glory, and...
In the remote Tian Shan mountains, bordering China, and five hours away from Kazahstan’s largest city, the town of Tekeli has experienced all the trials of post-Soviet economic and social dislocation. Once a mining center, the struggles and perseverance of the residents of Tekeli are visible on the faces of the people. Gritty and industrial, the city is in essence, a microcosm of the economic decline of the industrial areas in a post-industrial age. Especially because of the aging population that can not leave, and the continuous exodus of youth towards larger cities. Despite unemployment, insufficient pensions and an increasing isolation among this aging population, I have found and...
Since 1990, when I received a Fulbright Fellowship to photograph rural life in the Basque Country of southwest France, the heart of my work has been informed by this extraordinary region and its habitues. During the past two decades I have returned at least twice a year, and it has become for me a second home, one whose shifts have resonated with my own evolution as a documenter of place and community and spirit.
Many of the old people in St. Jean Pied de Port and its surrounding villages speak not French or Spanish, but Euskara, the Basque language. This linguistic seclusion has contributed to their reputation for being closed and distrustful. Yet since the first day of my first visit,...
Columbia Terrace and Mystic Housing Projects, USA (1990)
Columbia Street and Mystic Projects are housing complexes of immigrant and low-income families located just outside of Boston. The sidewalks, courtyards, and stoops became a stage where I photographed the small daily dramas of the children who lived here. Playing at being grownups, full of imagination and glowing with life--the kids were as yet untouched by drugs, violence, and the hopelessness that is pervasive in these places. I often wonder what their lives have become, hoping that miraculously these children have found a way to escape the trap that is being born poor in America.
In 1990, I travelled to eastern Kentucky in Appalachia. Lost on mountain roads, I stopped at a small country store and asked directions. Luckily, a man in the store knew where I needed to go and led me down winding roads framed by strip-mined mountainsides until we arrived in Viper. As I drove down the dirt road which lead to the Riddle’s house, barking dogs, chickens in trees, and a boy with sideways eyes carrying a rifle greeted me. This was like no place I had been before and for several of the longest days I remember I lived in a feverish dream witnessing the rites of the Holiness Church, where the handling of deadly snakes and drinking strychnine serve as measures of faith and God’s...
Point de spectaculaire, aucun effet, juste de l'amour pour une terre et des gens découverts un jour, si loin de l'Amérique, et accompagnés avec le profond respect qu'ils méritent. Juste un parfait album de souvenirs heureux à la manière d'un album de la famille qu'Anne Rearick s'est choisie au Pays basque.
Christian Caujolle Text by: Bernado Atxaga, Gabriel Bauret, Christian Caujolle Publisher: Editions Atlantica (2003) 150 pages Size: 30x24 cm ISBN :2843946476
2007 - Massachusetts Cultural Council Grant
2003 - Sommerville Arts Council Grant
2003 - Guggenheim Fellowship Award
2002 - Dorothea Lange / Paul Taylor Prize (Honorable Mention)
Anne Rearick is an american photographer passionated by South Africa since 2003, and specially by shantytowns of Cape Town. Her classical, squared, black and white images traduce a strong closeness and a real empathy.(about 30 photos)