Installation view, Arthur Jafa, Love Is The Message, The Message Is Death, 2016. Sant’Andrea de Scaphis, Rome(13 March–14 April 2018) Two points in time —...
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How much does a photograph weigh? Nowadays this question sounds as absurd as measuring sunlight on a bathroom scale. But for those of us who’ve...
The taxi deposits Janet on Water Street around 3 a.m. She discovers she is locked out, having misplaced the key. Rather than search for a...
Coulson Family, 2008 © Deana Lawson Deana Lawson often begins her public lectures by projecting a picture of her mother, an image created around 1988 with the...
What does a Black person look like today in those places where Africans were once sold a century and a half ago? What is it...
The depth of solitude in Masahisa Fukase’s photographs makes me shudder. A raven descends. With crouching wings and sharpened black beak, it stares. This goblin...
Where can one find temporary help in this hectic world? People go on retreats, join religions, cushion themselves in headphones, or lose themselves in novels. We counter the rush hour stampede with a walk in the park, and against the public squall of political debate we set the private consolation of poetry. In an age of mayhem, everyone needs ballast and, for most people, I would guess, that ballast is made of several different things. Near the top of my personal list: photobooks.
One day, Eikoh Hosoe stopped by and whisked me away to a mysterious world. I had previously seen magical works produced by the camera, but Hosoe’s works did not suggest magic so much as they displayed a quality of mechanical wizardry, as he used this civilized instrument of precision to its utmost against civilization.