Guggenheim 758--Jay, New York 1956

Robert Frank shot this roll of film in Jay, New York, and I'm looking at it now. It's all about the sequencing, right? The way one image bumps up against the next, creating a rhythm. It's like a visual poem, or maybe a musical score. I can almost hear the clack of the camera, the whir of the film advancing. I imagine Frank, moving through the world, reacting, selecting, framing, and then moving on, always moving on. This reminds me of the way Cy Twombly used to work. He'd make a painting, then he would keep going with another one, and another. In this contact sheet, the mundane and the profound sit side by side, and it's the space between them that creates the spark. Each frame whispers to the others, creating a dialogue about America, about seeing, about life itself.