Songs of the Sky 1924

Alfred Stieglitz, using photography, captured "Songs of the Sky" to make marks that sing. It's all black and white, a study of light and form. I imagine Stieglitz, head tilted back, squinting against the sun, trying to capture what's up there. Did he feel small? Did he feel free? The clouds themselves are like brushstrokes, smudges of light against the dark, heavy sky. He transforms something fleeting into something solid. It makes me think about how we try to hold onto things, to define them, even though they’re always changing. Like painting, photography is an attempt to capture something. And here, Stieglitz shows us that the sky is a song, and the song never ends. Artists inspire each other, you know? One idea sparks another, and it keeps going, like those clouds drifting across the sky.