Dad’s Double Exposures, 1980-1984 For as long as I can remember my father always had a camera with him. He was a hobbyist; an amateur with a few photos in #thenewyorker back in the day, (a fact he still brings up almost every time we talk art) but it was his genuine love of making images that got me excited to take my first photo class in high school. I saw it as something we could have in common after he fled, a sort of father-son language only we could speak... This was before I knew anything. Before I ever found another photographer I could relate to. Before I knew of Larry Sultan, who did it better than I ever will. 🖤📷 “What drives me to continue this work is difficult to name. It has more to do with love than with sociology, with being a subject in the drama rather than a witness. And in the odd and jumbled process of working everything shifts; the boundaries blur, my distance slips, the arrogance and illusion of immunity falters. I wake up in the middle of the night, stunned and anguished. These are my parents. From that simple fact, everything follows. I realize that beyond the rolls of film and the few good pictures, the demands of my project and my confusion about its meaning, is the wish to take photography literally. To stop time. I want my parents to live forever.” - Larry Sultan, Pictures from Home #larrysultan #larrylegend #softeyes #picturesfromhome #putupwork #noticewhatsmissing #dadsnegatives #andpositives (at Yancey Richardson Gallery) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvXctNKABoO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fxi7bf8dnsgw
