Black and White: a Perspective

This is a long, and good read, for a Sunday afternoon. Especially if you like Black and White photography.

I had doubts, of course, about photography's moment in art's spotlight. For instance, it was obvious that photography was undergoing a physical face-lift to meet the demands of sitting alongside painting and sculpture in vast art centers and at international fairs; the predominance of big digital C-prints, laminated behind plexi, in small editions, was establishing itself. The hyperbolic, carefully controlled, museum- and gallery-specific versions of photography, in which every prop and gesture can be attributed to the artist's direction, have been the most pronounced arrivals in the art world. If you are, like me, schooled in the magic of photography's willful embrace of luck, mistakes, and happenstance, you view the art world's partial endorsement of this bastard form with some suspicion. I don't mean to deride the awe-inspiring creativity of a handful of artists who showed us that photography was a supremely capable and elastic art medium and were honored with monolithic, monographic exhibitions. I mean to indicate that their ascendance into the center of art practice does not necessarily herald the acceptance or understanding of photography's broad creative terrain as a whole.