Unidentified Man 1972

This is an undated Polaroid print of an Unidentified Man by Andy Warhol. It’s a small image, about the size of your hand, and the colors feel almost sun-faded. I think of Warhol, with his camera, always out and about, documenting his life and the people around him. He took so many of these pictures. Was this a candid shot, or was the man posing? What did he make of Warhol, I wonder? I love the way the colors bleed and blend in that signature Polaroid way. There’s something so immediate, so now, about a Polaroid. And yet, now it’s a kind of relic, a thing of the past, which adds another layer of meaning. Warhol's instant photography reminds me that every artist has their way of capturing the world, through their own lens, in their own unique way. And that's what makes art so endlessly fascinating, isn't it?