May 14th, 2010
Richard Mosse
Tags/ Posted by Arts EscapeWe all kept grinding our respective pestles into the assigned mortars, despite the lack of intrinsic beauty.continue reading this poem
I’m hoping to take a long boat ride up the Congo with my wooden camera, shooting the landscape with colour infrared film so that the green jungle foliage turns red.
March 10th, 2010
Richard Mosse
Tags/ Posted by Arts EscapeSee me reflected in the fairy tale mirror: the snarls of hair, the graying teeth, the skin smeared with mud and rain. I might have crawled out of the brush to hamstring you with a sharpened rock.continue reading this poem
The beauty of Richard Mosse’s photographs is enclosed in the core of their contradiction: they show horror, ruin, war.
