Guggenheim 571--Los Angeles 1955 - 1956

Robert Frank made this photograph in Los Angeles. It shows a strip of film with various images, some framed with a red grease pencil. I'm thinking about Robert Frank, alone in his darkroom, wrestling with these images, trying to make sense of them. The red grease pencil marks feel so intimate. It’s like he’s circling a thought, trying to pin it down, but also letting it breathe. He frames some images and leaves others untouched. What was he thinking when he made those choices? Maybe he liked the composition, the light, or the feeling of a particular shot. Or maybe he was just drawn to something he couldn't quite explain. It makes me consider how we’re all just trying to make sense of the world. We're constantly editing and re-framing our experiences, just like Frank did with his photographs. He's in conversation with all the artists who came before him, and all the artists who will come after.