He was born in 1903 in St. Louis, Missouri where he had an early start to the world of art. He painted a lot, and eventually went to Williams College for a year, but quit to move to New York so he could better study writing. When he picked up photography again, he tried instilling the strategies of literature into his visual art. He died April 10th, 1975 in New Haven, Connecticut, of a brain hemorrhage.
I like this one for its simplicity and contrast between the dark doors and windows under the porch, and the white outside of it. There is little shadow, since the sun is coming from behind the photographer, and it makes it much more interesting.
I like this one because its a picture of art, and it looks as though the woman's head is splitting in half because of the rip. It's his take on someone else's art.
This is another simple photograph, but there is a lot going on- the sign, the doors, the curb, the change in color on the wall, but we still somehow focus on the three men in the middle.
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