Monday, 27 April 2009
Playful, soft focus and coming at you with all the verve and panache of a roadside attraction, Bill Vaccaro's photographs strike one as minor miracles in the land of eternal monochrome. But damnation is never far removed from their redemptive chorus. The clouds ominous, the figures ghost like, the landscape dark and foreboding. It's a tenuous existence of competing contrasts and possible outcomes in life's uncertain unknowns.
Jesus is on the mainline. Tell him what you want. Call him up and tell him.