OK, this is a man whose work I need to sculpt. I purely love this guy’s photography.
I don’t know much about Byron Dazey, but I do know that–like me–he treasures strangers. I write about them, Byron photographs them. His ability to capture personality with a lens is remarkable; I find myself telling the stories behind his candids and portraits without ever meeting the subjects.
That’s pretty powerful skill.
I am NOT a great lover of classical figurative representation, i.e., the human form and face without expression, blanded down and un-humaned to near-abstraction.* So one of the things I love is that when Dazey chooses his favorite images (all 241 of them), nearly all have at least one face and that face is telling a story.
Cool. I’d post a shot to show you what I’m talking about, but that would be rude (also illegal). So you’ll just have to visit the site and see for yourself.
*Ain’t it ironic that the virgin-white Greek and Roman marbles we so treasure, which so influenced “classical” sculpture, were originally mostly polychromed, i.e., painted in bright and anything-but-abstract colors?