Posing 1988

This image, made by Alfred Freddy Krupa, feels like a captured moment, distilled in monochrome. I imagine Krupa, camera in hand, almost an interloper, catching someone in a private moment. The light, oh, that light! It bleeds into the frame, haloing the subject's hair, softening the edges of her form, and creating a kind of hazy glow that almost obscures as much as it reveals. You can almost feel the stillness of the air, the quiet hum of the room. It's like Krupa is saying, "Look, here's a moment, suspended in time." I think, in a way, every artist is having a conversation with artists from the past, from Manet, maybe, or Degas – and it's how each one interprets the world, and then adds their own particular spin on it. It is never really resolved, just like this image here. Ambiguous, suggestive, and full of feeling.