Join us this Tuesday, January 28th, at 7 p.m. as photographer Charles Eshelman presents and discusses recent work.

Some more stuff about Charles Eshelman. And tubs.

Charles Eshelman spent his formative years in the Midwest loitering around, looking furtive and getting arrested. Looking for an excuse to loiter around and look furtive, Eshelman took up photography in an effort to not get arrested. However, this transparent ruse failed and Eshelman went on a six month cross country bicycle trip, where he and his camera were repeatedly arrested. Upon his return to Midwest, Eshelman became a crime photographer for the local newspaper. After being run out of town for actually photographing crime and corruption, Eshelman moved to Chicago, where crime and corruption were considered to be high art forms. Honing his craft on furtive looking politicians who were loitering around City Hall, Eshelman turned his jaundiced eye to authors, artists and other vile scum.

And tubs. Exhausting the splendid mosaic of Chicago, and behind in his rent, Eshelman moved to Manhattan, the land of his dreams. Ironically, at first Eshelman could not get arrested in Manhattan, at least as a professional photographer.

Trading on his years of experience as a crime photographer, Eshelman scrabbled out a dismal and marginal existence by photographing investment bankers, powerful politicians, attractive models, titans of industry, noted authors, famous artists and other vile scum.

And tubs. Why tubs? I was afraid you were going to ask that question. Leading art theorists believe that the tub is a modern symbol of intimate relaxation, psychic cleanliness and the eternal repose of the human spirit in the post-modern industrial age. However, art theorists also find meaning in collections of bus transfers. Tubs are also easier to move around than swimming pools.