![]() ![]() Only the essential remains.Įverything is a matter of balance, exactitude, and humility in the works of this man, who nonetheless accorded great importance to imperfection. Farther on, a point transforms into a line which in turn becomes mass, a mass that expands, then pours over the whole image and envelops its little stories. A burst of color pierces it: bright, strident, hyper-saturated. New York, paradigm of modernity, that city of unceasing rhythm, was for nearly sixty years the locus of his aesthetic finds and optical inventions.ĭense black, of varying intensities, shimmers on the surface. ![]() He photographed that which obstructs, hides, encloses, and thus reveals new depths of reality. If, in the silence of his studio, his movement inscribed on paper imperceptible little rhythmic abbreviations, like an everyday exercise, his gaze penetrated the tumult of the city, challenging what draws the eye and scrutinizing what is not seen. ![]() This ambidextrous painter and photographer recognized no limits. Such is his own world, little fragments of images juxtaposed and conjoined, amassing and forming vast, ever-expanding fields. Photographs are often considered important moments, but they are, in fact, according to Saul Leiter, tiny fragments of an unfinished world. ![]()
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