Nothing will separate us, Glynn Griffiths, 2013

This is the photograph which gives the title to the series of photographs I did of the squatter camps near Cape Town, South Africa. A young man standing on a raised bit of sand was waving to me, beckoning me to come to him. I climbed the dune. They shook my hand. He wanted me to photograph him and his family. He was wearing this handmade pendant which read ‘Nothing will separate us’. About a week later I returned with a print as a gift. I was told that the wife had been caught without the required ‘Pass’ and had been bussed back to the Transkei (homeland). They did not know what had happened to him. They will never have seen the photo. Edition of 75 [with original comment handwritten in pencil on each print]. Printed on Hahnemuhle Photo Rag Archival Paper

Nothing will separate us, Glynn Griffiths, 2013

This is the photograph which gives the title to the series of photographs I did of the squatter camps near Cape Town, South Africa. A young man standing on a raised bit of sand was waving to me, beckoning me to come to him. I climbed the dune. They shook my hand. He wanted me to photograph him and his family. He was wearing this handmade pendant which read ‘Nothing will separate us’. About a week later I returned with a print as a gift. I was told that the wife had been caught without the required ‘Pass’ and had been bussed back to the Transkei (homeland). They did not know what had happened to him. They will never have seen the photo.

Edition of 75 [with original comment handwritten in pencil on each print]. Printed on Hahnemuhle Photo Rag Archival Paper

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Yoshikatsu Fujii, from Red String

My family will probably never meet all together again. But I can feel without a doubt that there is still proof inside each of us that we once lived together. And to make sure that the red string that ties my family together in this way does not come undone, I want to reel it in and tie it tight.

Yoshikatsu Fujii, from Red String

My family will probably never meet all together again. But I can feel without a doubt that there is still proof inside each of us that we once lived together. And to make sure that the red string that ties my family together in this way does not come undone, I want to reel it in and tie it tight.

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Michael Ast, Baltimore

Michael Ast, Baltimore

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

LEE FRIEDLANDER, Las Vegas. 1970

LEE FRIEDLANDER, Las Vegas. 1970

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Henry Taylor, Walking with Vito, 2008

Henry Taylor, Walking with Vito, 2008

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Kerry James Marshall, from the series Lost Boys

Kerry James Marshall, from the series Lost Boys

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Romare Bearden, The Farmer, 1968

Romare Bearden, The Farmer, 1968

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Francis Bacon

Francis Bacon

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. ……. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.

— Khalil Gibran

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

There’s this idea going around that strength is all
about appearances, pretending nothing matters and
feigning great resilience. But that could not be
further from the truth. Survival at its essence requires
softness and rest.

—  Keeping up appearances, Beau Taplin

posted : Monday, September 8th, 2014

Everything in life is just for a while.

A Scanner Darkly, Philip K. Dick

posted : Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.

Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison

posted : Tuesday, August 19th, 2014