[b]Sally Mann
As ephemeral as our footprints were in the sand along the river, so also were those moments of childhood caught in the photographs. And so will be our family itself, our marriage, the children who enriched it and the love that has carried us through so much. All this will be gone. What we hope will remain are these pictures, telling our brief story.[/b]
That’ll have to do, right?
If it doesn’t have ambiguity, don’t bother to take it. I love that, that aspect of photography - the mendacity of photography. It’s got to have some kind of peculiarity in it, or it’s not interesting to me.
Fuckin’ a, he thought.
I have nothing but respect for people who travel the world to make art and put exotic Indians in front of linen backdrops, but it’s always been my philosophy to try to make art out of the everyday and ordinary.
What, here, I call bringing it down earth.
The earth doesn’t care where death occurs…It’s the artist, by coming in and writing about it or painting it or taking a photograph of it, that makes the earth powerful and creates death’s memory. Because the land will not remember by itself, but the artist will.
Next up: the earth responds.
What is truth in photography? It can be told in a hundred different ways. Every thirtieth of a second when the shutter snaps, its capturing a different piece of information.
Well, more or less different anyway.
It is easier for me to take ten good pictures in an airplane bathroom than in the gardens at Versailles.
Nope, no bathrooms here: google.com/search?source=un … 66&bih=625
Lots of barely legal shots of kids though.