Photography

Invisible City

JOHN PASKIEVICH

This text is from Stephen Osborne’s introduction to John Paskievich’s book, The North End, published by University of Manitoba Press in 2007. It will be reprinted in The North End Revisited, an expanded version of the original 2007 book, which will be published in September, 2017.

John Paskievich has been photographing the North End of Winnipeg for more than thirty years, and the body of work that he has built up in that time is a revelation of the particularity of people and place. His genius is to have created or perhaps discovered a singular photography: as Fred Herzog can be said to have created a Vancouver photography and Michel Lambeth a Toronto photography, so has John Paskievich created a Winnipeg photography.

Cities and the people who live in them are the classic subjects of photography. One of Daguerre’s earliest photographs is a view of a busy Paris street in 1838, but the people and the vehicles streaming by are moving too quickly to leave an impression on his very slow emulsion: only the unmoving lower leg of a man having his shoe shined remains to be seen in an apparently empty street. As materials and equipment were refined in the following decades, the images of passersby began to register more and more frequently in photographs, and by the middle of the twentieth century, modern photography had become steeped in the instantaneous. City streets even at night were viable settings for encounters between passersby and the camera, and in the work of Brassai and Cartier-Bresson (who conceived of the “decisive moment”) in Paris and Lisette Model on the Riviera, an urban photography emerged that consisted largely of encounters and confrontation between photographers and an anonymous citizenry. An exception was Eugene Atget, who prowled the streets of old Paris for decades with an antique field camera, intent on his mission of recording (on slow emulsion) a city and a way of living that was disappearing rather than passing by. Atget’s enormous body of work, which includes no image of the Eiffel Tower, the most prominent landmark in Paris, was “discovered” in 1925 by Berenice Abbott (herself an inventor of an urban photography of New York City that might be compared to jazz), who wrote of the “shock of realism unadorned” that she experienced upon first seeing Atget’s work.

In North America the quintessential photography of street, road, café and jukebox emerged in the work of Robert Frank, the Swiss photographer whose compelling collection The Americans, which appeared in 1958 with an introduction by Jack Kerouac, defined the photographer as a wanderer passing through town, a traveller on the move—a motif that we see extended in the streets of New York City and Los Angeles in the sixties in the work of Lee Friedlander and Garry Winogrand, whose work further expressed the alienation of the photographer from his subject (i.e., the women and the men in the street).

In 1972, when he was twenty-five years old, John Paskievich went home to Winnipeg, Manitoba, to visit his family in the North End, where he had grown up and gone to school. He had been away for five years, and had lived in Montreal and travelled through Europe and the Middle East, and he had gone to Ryerson Polytechnic in Toronto, where he studied photography and film. When he returned to his old neighbourhood he realized that here was a city almost never seen in photographs. The North End of Winnipeg occupies about twelve square kilometres centred on Main Street north of the vast CPR railyard. It is a place of low ramshackle buildings, discount warehouses, corner stores, rows of tiny houses, uncrowded sidewalks: there was no “look” to the North End in the sense that many European and North American cities can be said to have a look, a way of presenting themselves in the syntax of urbanity. “Official” Winnipeg (the city whose slogan had once been “Bull’s eye of the Dominion”), the visible city on the other side of the vast railyards separating it from the North End, even today retains the imposing look of Empire: from the temple banks at downtown intersections to the war memorials and the legislative buildings spread out over vast lawns like something left over from the British Raj (a plaque in the legislature memorializes the United Empire Loyalists, who “adhered to the unity of Empire in the Canadian wilderness”). Signs of Empire (save for a lonely monument to the troops that defeated Riel in 1885) are unobtrusive in the North End, where prominent buildings are the Ukrainian Labour Temple, epicentre of the General Strike of 1919, and Holy Trinity Cathedral, whose domes can be seen rising up over the strip mall on Main Street. ­Little else save the vast yards of the CPR stands forth to the eye of the visitor or the passerby.

When John Paskievich first turned his camera toward the North End—a place that was already familiar to him, and therefore hidden to some extent by habit and familiarity—he knew the work of Cartier-Bresson and Frank, Friedlander and Winogrand, but he had also been affected by the work of Michel Lambeth, whose photographs of the east end of Toronto suggested an urban photography grounded in intimacy with childhood places. John Paskievich was a traveller (and an outsider by birth and family history) returned home, and as he set out to renew his acquaintance with places and people known to him, he had to be able to see without the hindrance of habit, without the familiarity that renders most of us unable to perceive the world, the cities in which we live and the people around us.

The North End was the working-class enclave first of immigrant and farming families moving into the city, and refugees displaced by two world wars (John Paskievich’s Ukrainian parents survived the Nazi labour camps, and he was born in a Displaced Persons Camp in Austria in 1947), and as the original populations moved into more prosperous neighbourhoods, the new poorer classes of the later twentieth century moved in, seeking homes and refuge. By the time John Paskievich began roaming the neighbourhoods that he had known as a child, moving through streets and alleyways, along the narrow lots and ramshackle wooden frontages already falling into disuse, the largest group of “new immigrants” were First Nations people moving into the city from the Canadian hinterland. Today the North End has the biggest urban population of First Nations people in Canada.

The North End sprang into life in the first decade and a half of the twentieth century, as the population of Winnipeg (until now largely Anglo-Celtic in origin) surged from 40,000 to 150,000, largely Slavic and Jewish families from eastern Europe, who took up labouring jobs on the railway, in lumber camps, on farms and in the textile factories and sweat shops. Many of the women were employed as day servants or as day workers picking vegetables for the market gardens, or as piece workers for the textile manufacturers. Property developers laid down a grid of narrow streets lined with rows of cheaply built houses on twenty-five-foot lots. By 1906 nearly half the population of Winnipeg was squeezed into the North End, which occupied less than a third of the area of the city. Inadequate water and sewage connections resulted for decades in periodic epidemics of fever and infection (at one time infant mortality was 25 percent in the North End and 11 percent in the rest of the city). By 1913, English was spoken by only a quarter of the population; the majority spoke Ukrainian, German, Polish, Yiddish, Russian or any of several other eastern and central European languages. The North End was a culture of cultures long before multiculturalism was a national catchphrase; but “official” Canada perceived the people of the North End to be a homogeneous population, an unassimilated chunk of Winnipeg cut off from the rest of the city and the rest of the country by language, religion, politics, class, ethnicity, and the racket and the physical barrier of thou­sands of freight cars shunting along 120 miles of track in the world’s largest urban railyard—a separation of neighbourhoods and cultures that remains today deeply etched into the psyche of the city.

For most of us, the first glimpse of a place is the only one that gives us the sense of the new, the particular: within moments, days, weeks, the world sinks away into the familiar and we see it no more. John Paskievich, on the other hand, was prepared to see and to see again, even as the North End that he had known was disappearing before his eyes and often falling into decrepitude. Only one of the movie houses along Main Street was still operating in 1975, as a second-run house obscured by a plywood hoarding: when Paskievich approached it with his camera, a man in a plaid sports jacket was hunkered down in front of the hoarding, studying the fine print on a poster advertising Escape from the Planet of the Apes. The scene is saturated in stillness, and as we look through the photographs of the North End that Paskievich made over the next three decades, we find this stillness again and again: at times languid, at times approaching the desolate; it is a stillness that implies always a certain distance that Paskievich maintains as an expression of respect and at times even reverence for his subjects. Here the camera never pries. These images carry the power of allegory, of meaning concealed but pressing forward from within us. Paskievich leads us into the North End not through a series of “decisive moments” as Cartier-Bresson would have it, but rather through a display of tableaux vivants: we are invited to linger and pay attention. Women in the North End are frequently seen in a stooping posture: leaning toward the ground, toward children, toward each other. They enact their lives. We see them in groups more often than singly, whereas men in the North End tend to appear one at a time, even when in groups.

In one of Paskievich’s most haunting images, two men walking backwards ease a toboggan laden with boxes over the curb: they lean delicately against the ropes: they are attentive, patient, watchful; they are observed closely by two passersby, and the photographer, who is careful not to get in the way. Here all is deliberate, unselfcon­scious: this is a tableau that can be set only in the North End. I look at this photograph and I want to be there then, on that cold day, at that moment, looking on at the enactment of the small miracle of the toboggan and its burden.

On the sidewalk a man in striped trousers carries a braided rug bundled over his head and shoulders: he resembles an exotic insect. Like so many of Paskievich’s photographs, it seems to be offered as a gift: the miracle is that the photographer was there with his camera, prepared for the man to pass by with his odd burden. City photography is conventionally confrontational: we experience encounters with strangers in the Los Angeles and the New York of Garry Winogrand and Lee Friedlander, in whose work we are made aware of the photographer as outsider. In most urban photography, the camera slips through a passing scene, the decisive moment provides the passing glimpse and the perceiving viewer moves on, to another scene and another, soon perhaps even to leave town in search of more moments.

At the edge of a narrow lot, a family of six gather in the space between yards: they spill down into the space and up to the fence in a perfect distribution of childish bodies, adult hands and shoulders, and the textures of peeling paint, bare ground, worn clothing, bicycle parts and the precise living attention of each member of the family in the narrow confine. Here again is the living tableau that leads us to attend to the people who make their lives in the invisible city of the North End.

These photographs constitute a continual return, a renewal of seeing. In that way they are more closely related to the Paris photography of Eugene Atget, which can be seen as an extended meditation on a single subject. Atget’s goal over four decades was, in his words, “to possess all of Old Paris.” He was engaged in a kind of preservation. Fifty years later, John Paskievich set out not to “possess” the “old” North End but to find it, and he found traces of it, not in vanishing architectural wonders (there are few of these in the North End) but in the spaces themselves, in the stillness in which the past still lingers, and in the dignity and the singularity of its inhabitants.

Neither do these photographs provoke a sense of nostalgia: we are not moved to romanticize what we see in these images, which more than anything seem to express the real: the real that always contains a vacancy, a certain desolation, even perhaps a resignation approaching but not achieving despair. We are brought to these scenes and feel only that we wish to see them ourselves: they are in a sense so familiar that we feel that we missed them while they were happening. This is the resurgence of “realism unadorned” that Berenice Abbott experienced in the work of Eugene Atget. Paskievich leads us precisely to the surprise of the ordinary, of that which becomes invisible to the people who live it, and which Paskievich the photographer is able to retain, or recover: the fresh view. He sees for the first time: the now remains fresh for him. The art of seeing as expressed in these photographs is a kind of touching, a tactile response to the world; these photographs emerge from a phenomenology of the ­local: they are an embrace, given rather than (as photographs are usually said to be) taken.

There is much apparently empty space in these photographs: much of the past of the North End is implied in them. And even the “present” North End that we see in these pages has gone into the past (most of these photographs were taken between 1975 and 1995). I look into the spaces in these images and I sense the presence of my grandfather, my father’s father, whose family moved into the North End in the early 1900s from a farm in Ontario, and whose father took a job with the CPR. My grandfather worked as a lumberjack and then went to war in France. He met my grandmother in the Eaton’s mail-order plant. She had moved into the North End from a homestead in Alberta. They too are remembered in these images of the distant spaces of the North End.

Stephen Osborne

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JOHN PASKIEVICH

John Paskievich’s photographs have been published in magazines such as Maclean’s, and in several books, including A Place Not Our Own and A Voiceless Song. His most recent film is UnSpeakable, a documentary about stuttering. Paskievich lives in Winnipeg.


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