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Special Report: Remembering Ernst Haas

By Eric Meola   Monday September 12, 2016


“No photographer has worked more successfully to express the
sheer physical joy of seeing.”

John Szarkowski, on Ernst Haas

Thirty years have passed since the photographer Ernst Haas  died on September 12, 1986. Haas was to color photography what Robert Frank was to black and white: a revolutionary. Looking at his work it is impossible to separate the person, his images and his words. Often called the ‘poet’ of photography, no other photographer influenced my generation as much as Haas did, and in a world of sound bites, Instagram and tweets, his writings are a bridge to another time when photography was a profoundly different medium and craft:

In every artist there is poetry. In every human being there is the poetic element. We know, we feel, we believe…one cannot photograph art. One can only live it in the unity of his vision, as well as in the breadth of his humanity, vitality, and understanding. There is no formula—only man with his conscience speaking, writing, and singing in the new hieroglyphic language of light and time.  — Ernst Haas

Haas was born in Vienna in 1921 and famously bartered several kilos of butter in post-war Europe for his first camera, a Rolleiflex. At the invitation of Robert Capa he joined Magnum in 1949, and in 1951 he moved to the United States. In 1953, Life magazine ran 24 pages of his photographs of New York City in two consecutive issues, and in 1962 a retrospective of his work was the first color photography exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art in New York.  His book The Creation (1971) sold more than 350,000 copies. Haas’s innovative use of motion and abstraction were unequaled, and influenced a generation of photographers who were just beginning to use Kodachrome.

Although he was tremendously successful during his lifetime, Haas recognized very early that his vision was based on giving himself assignments as well as simply wandering the streets of New York, the Southwest, Venice, and whatever caught his eye and his imagination. In a famous letter to Life editor Wilson Hicks, he wrote:

I have always felt better taking a risk than an easier route for what I believe in. I am young enough to do that, and I am full of energy and hope to reach my goal. I prefer to be noticed, someday, first for my ideas and second for my good eye. Maybe you will think I have not got my two feet quite on the ground, but if a photographer wants to show an overall view, he must find a point higher up. What I want is to stay free, so I can carry out my ideas. I don’t think there are many editors who can give me the assignments I give myself.

Over this past summer, I asked several photographers, authors, associates, educators and friends to reminisce about Haas, and I was overwhelmed with the responses. Over the next five days, Pro Photo Daily will run several of them in honor of his legacy and his influence on photography. Today we start with my own memories of Ernst Haas.


Eric Meola

There are many cathedrals in the world, but the one at 853 Seventh Avenue in New York sits quietly near the shadow of Carnegie Hall, as the world passes by every day.  Shrine, cathedral, small apartment of the poet of photography.

Few people know that perhaps the greatest photographer to have lived in modern times, called this home. On September 12, 1986, Ernst Haas had a heart attack, and those who knew him and his images were cut through to the quick when they heard the news of his passing; for there is probably no single other photographer who is so revered.  There was Ernst, and there was everyone else. No one had eyes like him, for his arched, thick, silvery eyebrows were intimidating, yet with his piercingly brilliant, intense stare he could be one of the most modest, engaging teachers that photography has ever known. And coupled with those eyes was a smile and a love of photography and of seeing that was infectious.

The best lens is your feet. 

No one gives you freedom—you take it.

Those are two Haas truisms that have stayed with me through the years. Haas was known as the poet of color, and his masterpiece, the best-selling The Creation, is the book that changed everything for my generation of photographers, and that always comes up in conversation.

When I recently met a photographer and kept staring at her t-shirt, she looked at me and said “It means ‘light.’”  There was a large kanji character on the back, and in small letters were the words “Haas/Japan Photographic Expedition.”  When I asked about it she said that she had gone to his workshop in Japan in 1984, 26 years earlier.  And then she began to talk, and as she talked I heard it — that faraway, almost mystic voice of someone who has fallen under the spell of a gypsy — part Buddhist, part poet, and all genius.

I asked her to write down a few words about Ernst, and a day later, this was her email:

"In 1984, I was 26 years old. Through all my odd jobs, I had managed to save $10,000.  Then I read that my idol, Ernst Haas, was offering a workshop in Japan. An audible gasp, heart racing, frantically rereading in disbelief. Could it be true? Do I really have an opportunity to spend 2 weeks in Japan with Ernst Haas?  Without hesitation, I spent 60% of my net worth to go on that trip.  He was gentle and caring, unobtrusive and modest.

"I remember our first day in Tokyo—torrential rain. Ernst, in his singsong way: “okay everybody—put on your rain suits. We’re going out in the rain like little ducks to photograph!” Ernst wanted you to dig deep, to learn the culture and become a part of the environment. We stayed in a monastery on top of Mt. Koyasan with magical forests, photographed a Noh play at night in Tokyo, visited countless Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples, visited the “bowing deer” in Nara, enjoyed the rice planting celebration and beautiful gardens in Kyoto."

Open The Creation, In America, or Himalayan Pilgrimage, and you see images which resonate perhaps more than any others you have seen that year or that day. Moving his camera with the subject, Haas’ motion studies of the ballet and of horses are the classics that define the technique. And his close-ups of blades of grass, leaves, sulfur pools in Yellowstone, and peeling paint and posters defy categorization. The words of William Blake immediately come to mind:

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.

In the early 1990s, I got an excited call from photographer Peter B. Kaplan, saying he had just seen an exhibit of Ernst’s work at the Howard Greenberg Gallery, which at that time was in Soho. The world was different then. Photography was different then. Ernst worked with little equipment, often preferring a simple satchel or a soft messenger bag for his camera. As I looked at the images on the walls, I felt the need that Peter had expressed to me, the need to call a friend. And I did. And he came, and we talked, and we looked.

Talking with photographer Arthur Meyerson, who also attended the famous 1984 Japan workshop, his carefully chosen words reflect the wonder and awe most photographers feel when viewing Haas' images. In discussions about Haas there is always a constant — an acknowledged point in the universe where time stops, and beyond which light will not pass. There is an audible drop in the voice, a reverence to the name “Ernst,” and it is silly, because if anything, Ernst would be embarrassed and have nothing of it.

When I first came to New York, I called Ernst and he answered, and I quietly explained that I was a photographer, and as I hung up the phone I could still hear his voice saying “Come by at six.”  Six for Ernst was 6 am. In those days, he lived above a garish lingerie store on Seventh Avenue. The next morning I timidly knocked on his door, and for an hour we talked about photography and about my work. He asked if I painted and I said “No...I don’t know how to paint."

Haas immediately said, “You don’t need to know how to paint in order to paint.” And he smiled. There was an intense alacrity in the way he said it, and with an arch of his eyebrow, I knew it was said without any hint of being specious. As photographers we are humbled by Haas‘ images.  As dreamers we dream.  We know we have stepped into another world that defies the boundaries of seeing, and speaks to us with an uncompromised vision.

In 1949, Haas wrote a letter to Life magazine, turning down a staff position. Though he would later enjoy the success and exposure of having many photographs and essays published in Life, the innocence of this letter reveals his singular sense of who he was and who he wanted to be:

"I believe in the end-success of a man’s work...aware of the connection in life between our earth and the cosmos; a person able to understand the mistakes, and to admire the achievements, of other people… I have always felt better taking a risk rather than an easier route, for what I believe in. I am young enough to do that and I am full of energy and hope to reach my goal. I prefer to be noticed, some day, first for my ideas and second for my good eye… Maybe you will think I have not got my two feet quite on the ground...What I want is to stay free, so that I can carry out my ideas…I don’t think there are many editors who could give me the assignments I give myself."
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At top: "Pamplona, Spain 1956," by Ernst Haas
All photographs ©The Estate of Ernst Haas/Getty Images, used with permission. Additional information about Ernst Haas, as well as licensing his images, is available at http://www.ernst-haas.com.


 

3 Comments

  1. Steve Langerman commented on: September 12, 2016 at 1:51 p.m.
    How could I forget the day I met Ernst Haas? I was a photography student at School of Visual Arts, and was working as an intern at the design firm Chermayeff & Geismar around 1970 or 1971. Apparently Haas had been hired by Chermayeff & Giesmar to photograph the logo they had designed for a major banking company, on location at one of their banks; amazingly someone asked if I'd like to accompany him and carry his equipment, help out, etc. Yes, of course! Our day began with a taxi ride first to his apartment, where I was served espresso (having never had this before, I was unaware of the high-test caffeine effect it would have!); After chatting and gathering equipment, we were off to the location. Frankly what I remember most was not what he did photographically, but how kind and warm the man was - I was just a naive kid, but he took the time to treat me with respect and understanding, regardless of the fact I was just there to lug equipment. A wonderful memory, a wonderful man and obviously a great photographer!
  1. Peter Bennett commented on: September 13, 2016 at 12:09 p.m.
    Thank you Eric. I have always loved Ernst Haas' work, he has been a big inspiration to me and so many of the people whose work I also admire. But the stories and anecdotes from you and Steve help me see a bigger picture of the generous man he was as well. I am looking forward to reading more of them. BTW, I have been teaching a photography course here in LA for a number of years and from the beginning I have been showing Ernst’ work much to the delight of my students. Not coincidentally, your work follows his directly after, also to the delight of the my students. Thank you for inspiring me all these years.
  1. Harold Jackson commented on: September 13, 2016 at 4:32 p.m.
    Thank you for remembering this great photographer and bringing him to my awareness. I had not known of his work before today. Now? Well, I am just astonished by his creativity and artistry. His view of our world was nothing short of amazing!

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