Inside front cover--40 Fotos c. 1946

Robert Frank made this front cover with ink and paper. It’s mostly a field of white, like a blank canvas waiting for something to happen. But at the bottom, there are these elegant, almost shy, handwritten marks in ink. I wonder what Frank was thinking as he signed his name and wrote "40 Fotos." Was it a moment of quiet reflection before plunging into the chaos of images? Or was it a deliberate act, imbuing the work with his presence? I’ve always been drawn to what isn’t there as much as what is. The way the ink bleeds slightly into the paper reminds me that even the simplest gesture can carry so much weight and intention, and in a way it reminds us that creativity is a constant conversation. We keep building on each other's ideas, playing with them, and messing them up, and then we try again.