Zurich 1945

Robert Frank made this photograph, Zurich, at some point during his life, using his camera to capture a marching band. Look at how the light falls, soft, yet defined, giving the image a kind of solemn air, like an old hymn. It's the kind of light that finds beauty in the everyday, turning the ordinary into something almost reverent. And the graininess of the photograph—it's like a kind of textural hum, a reminder of the physical process, of light hitting film and becoming something new. The boy playing the trumpet, eyes closed, lost in the music. That’s the note that really resonates. There's a vulnerability there, a raw emotion, that speaks to something universal about being human, about finding your place in the world. This picture reminds me a little of some of August Sander's portraits, a similar interest in documenting people and types within a specific place and time. Both artists share a knack for finding the extraordinary within the ordinary. Art is always about conversations, echoes, and finding new ways to say what's already been said.