Songs of the Sky or Equivalent 1923 - 1929

Here's a thought on Alfred Stieglitz's photograph, *Songs of the Sky.* The tones feel almost painted, achieved through light and shadow. Stieglitz coaxes the camera to express something so intangible. It's like he’s using photography to do what painters do— capturing fleeting moments, feelings, and the raw energy of a subject. I imagine Stieglitz, eyes fixed upward, chasing after these cloud formations, trying to nail them down. He's creating equivalents, as he called them, of his emotional states. It’s not just about documenting what’s there, but about finding a visual language for inner experience. The way the clouds churn and twist reminds me of some of Turner's paintings, that same sense of sublime chaos and wonder. Each artist searches for some kind of truth, some kind of feeling that is hard to put into words. They reach for that which is always beyond them.