Uniformjas 1940 - 1944

This small, black and white photograph called "Uniformjas" captures an anonymous moment by an unknown artist. I imagine the artist, with their camera, circling, trying to capture something of the event; this passing over of a uniform jacket, like a ritual, or a symbolic gesture? There's a tension here, in the crispness of the uniforms against the blurred faces. The contrast makes me think about those times when painting feels like revealing something hidden, or maybe protecting it. I wonder what was going through the photographer's mind at the time. What did they want to show? What secrets did they keep? Photography, like painting, can be a way to hold onto a moment, yet, it can also transform it into something new. It’s like they're talking to each other across time, inspiring each other. I'm left with more questions than answers, and that’s the beauty of art, isn't it?