Photographer Steve Korn’s spontaneous duet of vision and movement—where jazz met photography, and artistry spoke without words.
Ok, so I’m a jazz musician.
I’ve been a jazz drummer for 40 years, studied it through college, got a Master’s in Percussion Performance, taught drum set and Jazz History at the University of Washington. I’ve played with a lot of great musicians over the years. Since earnestly developing my career in photography around 2006, I’d never had a shoot that felt quite like the improvisational, collaborative, kismet driven, words unspoken but understood kind of experience I’ve had on the bandstand so many times. I wasn’t expecting to, it’s a different medium.
I was in Utah for the Northwest American College Dance Association Conference a few weeks ago. There I presented two talks on Dance Photography and Photographic Storytelling in relation to dance. In addition to these duties, I offered the students in attendance 20-minute photo sessions. They could buy a time slot and purchase retouched photos at a later time. A lot of really wonderful dancers came through and I was amazed by the images we got in a very brief amount of time. Truly talented students.
At the end of one of the shooting days, the last scheduled person came bustling through the door and I say bustling because there was a change in the energy of the room. It was suddenly awakened, alive.
Dawn entered the space, plopped down their bags and said, “I want to do a head shot, I have this makeup over my eyes and then I want to take it off and shoot some movement photos.”
“Sure, fine, happy to do whatever you’d like in your 20 minutes.”