6 0 April 2016
W
hen probed by critics to contex-
tualise their vast collection of
photographs of industrial archi-
tecture, Hilla and Bernd Becher
stated that, “just as the medie-
val thought is manifest in a Gothic cathedral,
then “so too is the industrial age captured in
the machinery once scattered across our
lands”.
For more than 40 years the Bechers, husband
and wife, documented a world made up of water
towers, gas tanks, blast furnaces, grain eleva-
tors, collieries, and mine heads: a world of
machinery that was no longer used, obsolete;
a world that was being swiftly and ruthlessly
dismantled.
The epoch of the Industrial Revolution was
vanishing without trace, so the Bechers decided
to watch, camera at hand, capturing the death
throes of a once robust epoch.
Hilla and Bernd met in 1957 while working at
an advertising agency in Dusseldorf and discov-
ered they had a mutual love of industrial
architecture, especially that of the Ruhr
region. Bernd had grown up in the area and ini-
tially planned to draw and paint these huge
structures. But he soon realised that they were
being demolished before he was finished with
either pen or brush. Hilla, who was an experi-
enced photographer by then, thought it more
effective to use this medium instead, and
instructed Bernd in technique and printing. A
beautiful relationship was formed, and they
married in 1961.
During this decade the Bechers, with their
son Max in tow, travelled around in a VW
camper pulling an old caravan customised as a
darkroom. Their itinerary included Germany,
Holland and France, while in 1966 they
embarked on a six-month journey through Eng-
land and Wales taking pictures of the coal
industry. A love of collieries also took them to
North America in 1974, Pennsylvania, where
they recorded the coal mine tipples.
The objects of their affection might seem cur-
sory upon first impression, but the Bechers'
working methods were anything but. Hilla
described their style as “direct, descriptive
photography. This usually meant using lad
-
ders and scaffolding to shoot on their
large-format plate cameras, with overcast con-
ditions to minimise shadows and allow a neutral
backdrop. The same standard was applied to
each photograph to give complete objectivity.
Photos were published in gelatin silver prints,
and no monolith was considered too humdrum
to be reverently and painstakingly recorded by
them as one of their “anonymous sculptures”.
What transformed the Bechers' work from
documentary to art (although critics remain
divided on this categorisation) was their use of
typologies, which saw structures being exhib-
ited in grid formations made up of six to fifteen
photographs. “By placing several cooling
towers side by side something happened,
something like tonal music, Hilla said: “You
don’t see what makes the objects different until
you bring them together, so subtle are their
differences”.
Individually the pictures are impressive, but
collectively they take on a rippling power that
pulses right out across the grids: a series of gas
tanks that morph into displaced industrialised
glitter balls; framework houses that variegate
across the page like real-time mosaics; winding
towers that could be desolate fun parks.
When you look at something, they
explained, “you look at first one detail and then
another until your memory builds up a complete
picture. You never see anything in detail at once
but the camera can”.
Contemporary critics found the Bechers'
exhibitions workaday, detached and indiffer-
ent: sets of stark black-and-white pictures of
water towers and gas tanks will not engage eve
-
ryone's sensibility, understandably. But this did
not deter them or their vision. The Bechers were
awed by the ambition of design invested in
objects that were functional tools of the indus-
trial landscape; they were enraptured by the
imagination and effort invested in composing
the perfunctory.
Hilla and Bernd Becher also sensed the cul-
tural value of the likes of the collieries in Wales,
while other watched them fall. They understood
how these structures were markers on the maps
of our age, soon to be erased. “Someone who
concerns himself with scorpions must love
them to a certain extent. And photography is
there precisely to portray what is, not to sort
and reproduce only the good and the beautiful”,
stated Hilla.
I often wonder what the Bechers would docu-
ment of our digital age if they were alive: sadly
Hilla passed away near the end of last year,
Bern in 2007, aged 81 and 75 respectively.
An empty ofce space, sprinkled with sleek
computers slumbering atop linear desks at the
break of dawn maybe; scrubby Chinese ware-
houses stacked with smart devices, just off the
production line and freshly boxed for shipping;
or perhaps the tools fuelling our vast electrical
appetites now: static wind turbines, enervated
energy grids, or thundering power plants. All of
them fixed, purposely static.
Who knows? What is for certain though is that
the Bechers marvelled where others might only
have overlooked as mundane. With clarity and
objectivity, they rendered beauty in places
where it should have few expectations. And in
the end, criticism of their work did not concern
either of them – they were as detached in their
reactions to commentary, as they were in their
working methods. Their legacy is assured, and
their influence lives on in the work of Andreas
Gursky, Thomas Struth, and Candida Hoffer.
The question if this is a work of art or not is not
very important for us”, they said. “Probably it
is situated in between the established catego-
ries. Anyway the audience which is interested
in art would be the most open-minded and will-
ing to think about it.
Transcendent
industrial relations
After Hilla Becher's recent death it's time
to look again at the Bechers oeuvre
by NJ McGarrigle
CULTURE
April 2016 6 1
The same standard
was applied to each
photograph to give
complete objectivity
Bernd and Hilla Becher Gas tanks, 1983-92
6 2 April 2016
Bernd and Hilla Becher, Industrial Landscapes: Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, USA, 1986
Bernd and Hilla Becher, Grube San Fernando, Herdorf, 1961
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