Untitled 2009 - 2011

John Gossage made this gelatin silver print of a gas station in 1946. I can almost feel the heat radiating off the ground, that hazy, lazy kind of day when the light just bleaches everything out. I'm thinking about what Gossage might have been chasing here, maybe the way light transforms the mundane into something almost otherworldly. Photography is like painting, right? Only instead of pushing paint around, you're wrestling with light and shadow. I bet he was waiting for the perfect moment, watching how the sun played across the pumps and the asphalt, trying to capture that feeling of stillness and quiet. It's like he's saying, "Hey, even the most ordinary places have their own kind of beauty, if you just take the time to look." I've been thinking a lot about this lately, and it is interesting to see how people have conversations over time.