oday in my P.O box from Sundaram Tagore Gallery in New York. A client of mine (an interior designer I worked with for a time) had been interested in buying a piece from them some time ago. Well, to put it better, I found a beautiful piece by an Indian artist named Natvar Bhavsar that I wanted my client to buy. Alas, he was not as enthusiastic about the painting as I was, but the gallery, god bless them, continues dutifully to mail me wonderful and expensive-looking publications. Apparently they consider me a serious collector. The book I received today was a book of photographs by Ken Heyman.What amazes me about documentary photography is the degree to which it creates nothing new. The photographer simply captures what is already happening without him. It seems so much less tortured than writing or painting where one is expected, with
few tools, to create something wholly new and unexpected.A photographer's genius comes from his ability to take an entirely realized tool--the world--and make it beautiful.
