At the time of William Eggleston's exhibition, color was shunned in serious photography circles. Until then photographers used color only for advertising and journalism, and it was widely despised by the mainstream art world of the time.
Little did I know last spring, when I did my first boudoir shoot, that being photographed would become an erotic experience in itself, one that mimics the experience of having sex. There is the phenomenon of getting turned on fantasizing about the upcoming encounter.
I am drawn to painting war because I fear it, I fear losing my life or living without freedom. My parents survived the gas chambers and pogroms in which their families perished. The infinite oscillation between victor and vanquished is as present in our world as it was 2000 years ago.
It's a far cry from Robert Frank's The Americans; there's something self-congratulatory about the emphasis on style and also dismissive about the way he handles his subjects -- he puts make-up on despair.