Many of us find our daily routine interrupted by world events. For those of us who are stuck at home, I thought that this might be a good time to reflect on the work of other photographers.
My first review is of Hungarian born Andre Kertesz who made his last great collection of work while housebound in his family apartment in Washington.
By 1979 Kertesz was an old man. His wife had died, and he was selected as one of an exclusive group of artists who trialled the SX-71 camera for the Polaroid Corporation. Polaroid had a long history of marketing their product in collaborations with serious artists. Think Ansel Adams, Andy Warhol and many more. They also owned an extensive art library which was ultimately split and sold when the company failed.
Kertesz’s work had always hints of surrealism, but in “The Polaroid’s”, he took this to a new level. Cleverly arranged household ornaments were used to explore the relationship between his relationship with his late wife, and in turn their relationship with the outside world. Each frame is beautifully composed, lit and exposed, and the use of colour is wonderful.
In one interview he claimed that making this body of work lifted him from depression.