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Dan Eldon's Posthumously Published Journal Is An Homage To A Young Man's Adventurous Aesthetic.
By James DiGiovanna
The Journal's of Dan Eldon: The Journey is the Destination,
by Dan Eldon (Chronicle Books). Cloth, $27.50
WHEN SOMEONE DIES as young as Dan Eldon did, at age 22,
we usually talk of promise unfulfilled, or what he might have
accomplished had he lived. But if someone traveled the world,
had a great deal of professional work published and recognized
in both journalism and fine art, lived amongst many different
peoples, led expeditions through dangerous and exotic territories,
and influenced many other adventurers and artists were to die,
we would talk of a full life, lived to the limits of its possibility.
That Dan Eldon could fall into both these categories makes this
book a disturbing, rich and anxious work.
The Journey is the Destination is a collection of assorted
pages from Dan Eldon's 17 scrapbooks. Eldon began producing these
collaged pages when he was 14 years old. Combining his photographs
with painting, drawings, official documents and marginal writings,
the book reveals an incredibly sophisticated young man. In the
very first journal (produced when Eldon's eighth grade class went
on an outing to visit the Masai Tribe of Kenya) he writes, "I
mix them with my brains, sir: John Opie, when asked with what
he mixed his colors," and includes a short extract on the
role of ethnography in ethnology.
Still, the first few pages have the look, if not the tone, of
a junior high school project. But as the volume progresses a visual
sophistication arises. The earlier painted photographs are reminiscent
of the kind of projects one sees at art schools, but Eldon quickly
develops an acuity with the brush that moves well beyond the Andy
Warhol style of painting-on-photography.
The pages become densely layered, and record not only Eldon's
growing aesthetic vision, but also the breadth of his experiences.
Photographs of African tribespeople are pasted on official travel
documents, entry stamps to various African countries, letters
from the office of Nairobi's president, and a wide range of mementos,
advertisements and odd press clippings.
One striking two-page spread features four copies of the same
photograph, a picture of a stuffed owl in the lobby of a North
African hotel. Each image is painted with different strokes, some
emphasizing the bird, others introducing ghostly silhouettes,
another turning a fluorescent light into a spiritual beam from
the head of an otherworldly creature.
The later sections of the book eschew the layering for cleaner
images of the stark Somalian city-scape, bringing to relief the
horrors of the war which was to take Eldon's life.
Perhaps the greatest difficulty in reading a book like this is
that the life of the author, its tragedy and romance, intercedes
between the pages and the reader. It's difficult to look at an
image of war, a picture of a soldier, a collage featuring tanks
and Jeeps, and not see the death of Dan Eldon. It's impossible,
then, to say whether the impact of these pages is due to their
inherent artistic value or to the romance of a young man who gathered
a small group of friends from many nations to travel in a broken
down Jeep across hostile boundaries and difficult terrain, and
who died a horrible and brutal death at the hands of an angry
mob.
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