Other Ephemeral Moments
There was a photograph in The Family of Man made by Jerry Cooke (originally published in Life Magazine) of a woman sitting quite forlorn on a bench in a very dark place that gave no clues as to time, place, person or situation…that are the four psychiatric attributes of reality. She was alone. The quote under the photograph read, “I am alone with the beating of my heart.” (Lui Chi)
Making photographs in the streets of my hometown in the 60/70s calmed the beating of my unsettled heart and gave a face to the feelings of social alienation endemic to that time. Danville streets were the places of my earliest identity. In the process of becoming a close observer of ordinary life…I had become an artist.
Anxiety is always at the edge of identity.
Making photographs in the streets of my hometown in the 60/70s calmed the beating of my unsettled heart and gave a face to the feelings of social alienation endemic to that time. Danville streets were the places of my earliest identity. In the process of becoming a close observer of ordinary life…I had become an artist.
Anxiety is always at the edge of identity.
