I first came across John whilst waiting at Heathrow airport to catch a flight to Phoenix, Arizona. I was scanning the writers platform Medium for something to read on my laptop and I came across an article written by him that outlined his recent capture and torture by a South American drug cartel. It came with a warning that read ‘Note: this telling of real events includes strong language and descriptions of torture including sexual assault.‘ The warning was needed. Like John the experience was intense and filled with danger. It pulled no punches and evidenced a spirit willing to take risks that many would consider to be beyond reasonable or safe. The first line read, “The cartilage connecting my ribs to my sternum is badly bruised after one of the men hit me in the chest with the butt of an AK-47.”
I reached out to John and we would occasionally talk online. He was filled with ideas and plans, he wanted my opinion, my input on what he was trying to do. His energy was evident in every word he spoke; he wanted to kick over the statues and do things differently. I asked him to contribute to the A Photographic Life Episode and he did for Episode 49.
Who was John? Well, he was a photographer, teacher and writer born in Miami who lived and worked within the underbelly of Mexico. A former correspondent for the Associated Press, and for EFE News, the official information agency of the Spanish government. A photographer who had declared in writing that “photography must die.” He praised the Spanish artist Goya and thought that literature should be the starting point of all art expressions. He explained why this was in an interview in 2018 with Ars.vox, “For reasons I don’t entirely understand, my father was putting cameras in my hands starting when I was three. He was a painter and sculptor. So in a sense, it wasn’t something I chose. That said, I picked it up again when I was 12 and later in my twenties. I did try to paint and was barely accepted to art school in Miami, but I didn’t go. I think I really dedicated myself to photography after seeing work in books by Diego Velázquez, Zurburán and Caravaggio to a lesser extent… Painting and literature. I confess that I pay very little attention to photographers. I admire many, Roy de Carava, Miguel Rio Branco, etc. But I’m moved by painting more than photography. The Abstract Expressionists are a huge influence along with colour field painting.”
John was always generous online in his support of other photographers, alongside his daily posting of his own work documenting the people and places he encountered whilst living amongst the very people who had led to his kidnapping. You can see examples of his passion for sharing, teaching, mentoring and making work on his website www.johnsevigny.org but it is his rapid fire enthusiasm in conversation that I will miss.
I learnt of John’s passing on social media which seems appropriate. He was part of that community. I have no details of what happened. How and why his life ended so prematurely. But given the life he lived I am not surprised.
John was a fan of The Clash and punk in general, ‘original punk’ not ‘fake punk’ that he riled against, and the words Neil Young sang about Johnny Rotten (Lydon) came to my my mind as I sat down to write this, “Hey hey, my my, Rock and roll can never die, There’s more to the picture, Than meets the eye, Hey hey, my my… Out of the blue and into the black, You pay for this, but they give you that, And once you’re gone, you can’t come back, When you’re out of the blue and into the black.”
In his memory I am posting the audio file he sent me for the podcast in which he describes what photography meant to him, so that you can hear that energy for yourself.
You can read the article in which John describes his kidnapping here:
https://john-sevigny.medium.com/a-photographer-kidnapped-in-mexico-part-1-c9fd4f1fdcdf
Image: John Sevigny by Nelson Dueñas
© Grant Scott 2023
John was my teacher, then he became my brother. I will miss that guy with all my soul. He was definitely one of the best photographers of the time and helped so many people understand the true meaning of photography. He helped me understand what being a photographer really means. I remember being with him talking about art and photography and listening to music with a couple of beers, the noise of Guatemala City’s streets, the terrible neighbors and the pieces of photographic paper scattered all over the table that we used for experimenting. May John rest in peace. All his friends will always remember him with love.
This is Rab. I became friends with John through photography..and we spoke on the phone for a few years..nrly daily as of recent. We had plans and dreams. Such a loss. Something was cut from my soul on his passing. I really loved the guy.Love to James and Rusty and Carmen.xxx
John was my brother. He suffered a massive stroke last Sunday night and never woke up. He did not suffer and was in good spirits right up to the end.
Thank you James for this information. Take care
I am so saddened to read of John’s passing. I had followed his work and life and passion for years.. John was an original and a throwback to the creative rebels, artists, explorers who wrote their own history and roadmaps. The world has lost a unique soul.. my sympathies to his family💐
I’m John’s mother. John had a massive stroke on Sunday afternoon. He was taken by ambulance to a hospital in Me ico City, but never regained consciousness. His brother and I flew down there and stayed until it was clear that he had passed. His organs, including his corneas, were donated to five different people. If anyone would like more information, please contact me at maryennem@gmail.com.p
Thank you for this information. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family
Thanks for the information. I am sorry for your loss. John’s work will be always remembered as a reference by many photographers.
I have left the X site, so was completely unaware of his passing until your blog post came up. I had chatted with him a few times and as others have already said he was very generous with his time and expertise. I particularly enjoyed learning about the passion he had for painters.
We don’t know what happened to John yet and any speculation would be out of context, but as a photographer based in Mexico I can just say to work here for a photographer and/or journalist is complicated, especially when you focus on certain issues.
That was my concern
I’m John’s mother. John had a massive stroke on Sunday afternoon. He was taken by ambulance to a hospital in Me ico City, but never regained consciousness. His brother and I flew down there and stayed until it was clear that he had passed. His organs, including his corneas, were donated to five different people. If anyone would like more information, please contact me at maryennem@gmail.com.
John was always generous to share this time, his know knowledge, his photography… Thanks John for to love México and Latinoamérica. Descansa en paz.
My God. We’ve been tweeting back and forth to each on X. When did he pass? RIP.
At the beginning of last week
Thank you for introducing this amazing photographer. I loved the portraits gallery on his site and am going to read more of his blogs. So sad to know that he is not already with us.