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| Ellsworth Kelly, Barn, Greenbush (1977) |
A few weeks ago a wonderful capsule review of Ellsworth Kelly Photographs, an exhibition at Matthew Marks Gallery, New York City, appeared in The New Yorker’s “Goings On About Town,” stating:
The painter’s first posthumous exhibition—as modest as it is
fascinating—consists of thirty-one small black-and-white photographs, which
were printed before his death, last December. Taken between 1950 and 1982,
they’re quick studies of doors, windows, walls, and barns, all featuring the
same strong, graphic shapes that inspired his paintings. Seen through Kelly’s
eyes, a raking shadow, a curved barrier, and a tilted screen are found art, no
translation necessary. He nods to such great photographers of vernacular
architecture as George Sheeler, Walker Evans, and Aaron Siskind, but—no
surprise—Kelly had a remarkably clear and particular vision.
I relish that “no translation necessary.” It’s exactly what
I most appreciate about photography – its capture of things as they are. Like
Kelly, I’m drawn to old doors, windows, walls, and barns, but maybe for a
different reason than he was. He saw these things in terms of shape: see Chris
Wiley, "Joyful Forms: The Little-Known Photography of Ellsworth Kelly" (“Photo
Booth,” newyorker.com, March 30, 2016). Whereas, for me, these eroded, weather-beaten, falling-down structures are all about time – the melancholy
manifestation of life’s transiency.

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