Family--Early New York City 5 c. 1955

Here is Robert Frank’s “Family--Early New York City 5,” a photographic work. It's kind of a filmic storyboard, a sequence of moments laid bare. You can imagine Frank walking the streets of New York, camera in hand, a kind of flaneur, capturing snippets of life as it unfolds. Each frame feels like a question. The blurred figures, the cityscapes—they’re all fragments, clues to a larger narrative we can only guess at. I like how Frank leaves everything raw, the film edges and markings intact, making the process visible. Looking at this work, I'm thinking about the way we construct meaning from pieces. Frank's photographs are like thoughts, and the work makes you wonder what he was thinking when he made this. How do we stitch together our own stories from the chaos of everyday life?