Jeannette Montgomery Barron presents an intense photographic gallery of portraits of artists, gallerists, critics, dealers and personalities from the New York art world in the 1980’s.
The Bulgarian Black Sea was swamped by a three meter high tidal wave that came not from the sea, but from the nearby woodland. It swept away houses, trees and cars and caused the death of 13 people, including 4 children…
Toynbee used to say that the nomad is the one who stays put. The one who do not leave when the desert moves forward or the steppe turns drier.
Greece, since 2009 is undergoing a period of heavy and deep economic crisis. In 2010, the then Greek government, turned for help to the EU and the IMF and…
The exhibition looks back over his career, from his early self-portraits of the late 70s to photographs of fragments of his body which respond to various needs arising as he recounts his particular decomposition of the self-portrait.
This series focuses on the connection between people and territory and the significance of trans-national and transcultural identities, exploring the relevance of European identity and its relationship with concepts of home and belonging, memory and territory and how these have been shaped by events.
Since the Schengen Agreement entered into force in 1995, the borders in many parts of Europe have gradually faded from the landscape and from people’s minds.
Catastrophe is a zero point of being. I followed a route across the burnt land searching for the development of the remaining life.
« Ma culture n’est pas photographique mais cinématographique. »
This series brings together images taken in Paris, where I reside. I got used for some time past, never go out without my camera.
“The Latest” is journey in the lower Portuguese social class, the struggle that 3 millions of Portuguese live every day, the 30% of Portuguese population considered poor.
« Comme en mer il y a des années, je reprenais enfin le temps d’être pleinement contemplatif avec pour seuls outils : le cadre d’un viseur, l’écoute, l’observation, quelques notes dans un carnet, la solitude… » Jean Gaumy