This is an extension of a post I published on my photography blog, FirewingPhotography.com, regarding the photo below and the idea of truth in street photography. This is a simple shot of two people sitting in an old Citroën in Lido, Venice, Italy in late September 2016. It’s approaching sunset, the sky is filled with…
“There is no story. It’s just a question of shapes and light,” Gruyaert once said. His photos are of vivid, perhap exaggerated colors, light, shapes. They are living still lifes, photos of human-centered shapes doing the mundane. They aren’t meant to tell a narrative; they are simply meant to be beautiful. “It’s purely intuition. There’s…
I am a child of the 1960s. I was nearly born colored, as my mother had been but slipped between the cracks of definition. She, born in a more tranquil time the color of separate but equal. We learned, though, it was equal only in the way same-color paint bought in two batches is equal.…
Raw, Naked Art 