Parade c. 1945

Robert Frank’s photograph captures a parade, the precise date and location are unknown. Look at this image, so grainy. It feels like it's about something important. I wonder what it was like for Robert Frank to take this? He’s gotta be quick, thinking on his feet. It reminds me of what it feels like when I start a painting: the dark grey tones and a mass of people staring. It must have felt like a crazy thing to see. Frank's choices, you know, what he includes and excludes, all that stuff—it creates a mood. It's like the difference between someone like Manet and someone like Warhol. They are all different, with different attitudes. I’m struck by how his work, like mine, explores themes of modern life and challenges conventional ways of seeing. It’s the artist's unique language being spoken, and it carries all the emotion and meaning.