There’s a silent conversation that occurs when a viewer looks at a truly great photograph. The artist and viewer communicating like a spiritual whisper that comes from the object. There’s a certain magical quality emanating from a photograph that was taken by someone who’s on the same wavelength as you. When it’s done extremely well it’s almost like the photographer undressed themselves in a silent, symbolic way that can only be understood by looking at how they arranged the world through their camera. The viewer see’s something in the final image that makes them feel in a very raw way where the only thing that can be focused on is the photograph. This visceral experience is like the friction of a finger on a crystal glass with wine in it, like there’s music coming from the photograph, harmonious reverberations from a lifeless object combined with human senses.
