The book had seen many hands through the years, only handled by the occasional lonely stranger.
The book had seen many hands through the years, only handled by the occasional lonely stranger.
Photography has the ability to alter time— to freeze us in the ephemeral, urging us to ponder on this frame, ponder on the message
One of the things that I've always thought about photography is it's a form of time travel.
Widely considered particularly sensitive people, artists tend to carry in their practice scars and peculiarities which might otherwise go unnoticed–and they often do so in unconscious ways.
The perfect opportunity arose when I looked just outside my window on a hot summer day to see that the neighbors had opened the hydrant right in front of my building.
The grace of aging. The grace of curves. The grace of being secure and being themselves.
Femininity has long been falsely equated with weakness, self-pleasure with the taboo, and nudes with the male gaze. In her recent nude exhibition, “Night Sessions”, Abbey Drucker corrodes these notions.
Her toes had tapped on their own all night. And that was just it: alone.
Much of my work is an exercise in ‘doing’ rather than ‘thinking’. Maybe it’s just ‘play’. Maybe that’s all photography really is.
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She would climb, and climb and climb, until face to face they looked at each other.
This life made her princess-like. Snow White was lonely too, wasn't she?
It is often not even a choice to be made, but rather a matter of recognising and accepting one’s own nature: am I at ease with a life of foggy questions and frequent ups and downs, or am I rather fit for stability and security?