Tuesday, 15 November 2011

In what way can a photograph stand for the equivalent of a painting , or in some ways represent some of its values as an image ? Perhaps it cannot. We have our Friths and our Gurskies. Narrative artists.

Well, I would never get to drape a gallery floor with bacon rind, possibly I would never want to.

A lyrical title: Arabesque , early morning. Plus image.


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