Through Her Eyes
In this week’s blog I wanted to talk about the artist who first inspired me on my journey as a photographer.
The first photographer who I ever knew by name was Duane Michals, an American Photographer who
would often use photographic sequences in his work to explore myths and mysteries of the human condition.
I remember discovering his work in a photo book I came across as a teenager. There was something
about how he was able to use photography in a narrative way that really drew me to him. One such
sequence that stood out to me is called “Grandpa Goes to Heaven.”(1989)
In this series we see the image of a young boy next
to his dying grandfather. As the series progresses,
we see grandpa sit up and give a smiling wave before he
exists through the window. What always stuck with me
was the way the little boy waves good-bye at the
end. There was something so beautifully simplistic
and innocent about this gesture, while at the same,
time incredibly heart wrenching. In just five images
Michals is able to create a complete narrative
on how death is perceived by the young.
I was hooked. Emotional, impactful, simple,
yet complex- this was the beginning of my
appreciation for the power of photography.