Manhattan, NY (Self-Portrait w/ "Lines of My Hand")

by Gary Joseph Cohen  

Uploaded 17 Aug 2008 — 75 favorites

© Gary Joseph Cohen

Beyond Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" and Gerry Stern's "Paradise Poems," few other artist monographs have informed me like Robert Frank's "The Lines of My Hand." This title spans Frank's transitional period from the mid-1940s to the mid-1980's, documenting his sidestep from culturally conscious to consciously cultural. Untangling my own words, what I mean to say is that over time, Frank became more intentional as a collector and storyteller, corrupting the role of "pure" observer. In this way, his photographs seem more like objects in a curiosity cabinet than empirical records. By the end of the book, we find a restless mind tethered to itchy fingers: polaroids, films, scratched negatives, anthropologically charged objects permeate the frame in the way stray thoughts enter an intimate conversation. I have always admired Frank for the way he has found consistency through change, recording life from the 1st person perspective.

In the 10/365 photo essay.

Also in the JPG-COMMUNITY OP-ED photo essay.

Also in the I and Thou photo essay.

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