Lately I have found myself attracted to JR’s photography,
each image he captures tells a story that is different for each individual who
encounters it. Some say that eyes are the windows to the soul, and for me the
hopeless romantic side of me believes it to be true. That one instant you
happened to look at someone for a hundredth of a second longer than the average
sideways glance and you both know for that moment you were all that they were
thinking about and all their attention was poured into you. There is something
so wonderfully awful about how that one pair of eyes has the strength to turn
my whole world upside down.
When I first discovered this image
I not only wanted to sit at my computer for hours looking at the seemingly
terrified expression but to know what string of questions were floating within
the little boys mind. What made him stop with whatever he was doing just like I
had? Is he even looking at the face before him? Or is he merely acknowledging the
assortment of liter smothering the dirt filled streets? Who knows.
“The photo is the story” according to JR, but what is unique aboutt an image opposed to a written story is I can write my own script, however I decide the tale should end or begin is up to me.
“The photo is the story” according to JR, but what is unique aboutt an image opposed to a written story is I can write my own script, however I decide the tale should end or begin is up to me.
