“It delved into photographs’ potential as a way to arrive at a photographic vision and a photographic philosophy of seeing.”
“It delved into photographs’ potential as a way to arrive at a photographic vision and a photographic philosophy of seeing.”
I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind — filled with a strong desire to wander.
Working with soot, spit, and found objects, James Castle produced beautiful art.
“That brief meeting aroused my curiosity to such an extent that now, a year later, I find myself staring into the porcelain bowl of Stalin’s toilet.” – John Wreford
Neal Rantoul writes with rare warmth and reverence about a transformative visit to photographer Fred Sommer.
A sketchbook of memories from painter Joel Adas’ time as a courier for the Brooklyn Museum.
“When we lose our connection to nature — when we no longer have those tactile, sensory experiences of being in water, under trees, in weather — it’s not just the present moment we lose, it’s a language for memory itself.”
A brief introduction to the work of one Britain’s finest (and under-appreciated) landscape painters.
With a few stories spanning a few decades, photographer Neal Rantoul shares his affection and admiration for fellow photographer, teacher, and friend Harry Callahan.
With clouds, within seconds, you’re working from your memory of a thing that is as nebulous and beautiful and temperamental as memory itself. As confusing as memory, seen from within the mist, as perplexing seen from afar.