Floating bodies, seeing hands, rippling skies – is Jerry Uelsmann’s photomontage a tragic dead-end?

An untitled photograph by Jerry Uelsmann from 1991 shows a rock like Magritte’s floating in the sky between an Ansel Adams mountainside of conifers on one side and a bare mountain on the other; concentric ripples on a lake in the foreground are mirrored in the sky above. It will, I fear, remind readers of that BBC2 ident with Zen-ish sky-ripples.

Each of Uelsmann’s photographs, always in black and white, is composed from three or five negatives meticulously aligned to make a single composite print. Naked female bodies float above water or clouds; anonymous silhouetted male figures observe from doorways; cupped hands grow from a tree stump. The connotations are surreal and Gurdjieffian. ‘One does not photograph something for what it is, but for what else it is,’ he said in the days when he still took pictures of ‘reality’.

Born in Detroit in 1934, Uelsmann was given an academic post in 1960 at the University of Florida, the state where he still lives, in a plate-glass house surrounded by trees, with a giant rabbit sculpture on the lawn. Ansel Adams invited him to lecture at West Coast workshops for 15 years, even though he had reservations about images that weren’t ‘whole-clothed’ in reality.

It is hard to object in theory to montage, since it dates from the cradle-days of photography. In the 1850s Oscar Gustave Rejlander, from whom a side of Uelsmann’s ancestry is clear, took up ‘combination-printing’, causing a sensation with his large-scale ‘Two Ways of Life’, with its semi-clothed models. Prince Albert bought three versions.

But there was something of the taxidermy squirrels’ tea-party in the Victorian penchant for manipulating photographs. In 1866 Alexandra, then Princess of Wales, began arranging photographic collages of Bertie and the children in drawing-rooms painted on pages of her album.