"To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart. It’s a way of life."
Henri Cartier-Bresson’s cleverly crafted photographs are so active, so full of life and emotion, and often, quite sad. He was born in 1908 outside Paris and grew up painting, changing to photography in 1930 after seing “Three Boys at Lake Tanganyika" and never looked back.
In 1931, at the age of 22, Cartier-Bresson went to the West African bush as a hunter. After a year, he returned to France after catching backwater fever. During the convalescence, he first truly discovered photography. He later recalled how he “prowled the streets all day, feeling very strung-up and ready to pounce, determined to ‘trap’ life, to preserve life in the act of living.”
When World War II broke out, Cartier-Bresson briefly served in the French Army. During the Battle of France, he was captured by the Germans. After two unsuccessful tries, he escaped from a prisoners of war camp, and worked with the French Resistance until the war’s end.
He was believed dead in 1946, the Museum of Modern Art in New York organised a posthumous exposition. (from biographybase)
He died in 2004.
"To take a photograph is to hold one’s breath when all faculties converge in a face of fleeing reality. It is at that moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy."
His pictures do, as he once said, “capture the act of living”. Sometimes they feel like one-liners or single punch knockouts…and sometimes they are too vast to be seen just twice or three times…They remind me collectively of Baracka, he has pictures from all over the globe…stitching together faces that express romance, small genstures, and the gentle plight of the human condition.
its soooo cool! even though I only got to go for one year, ODC made me the artist I am; fun, spunk, open to new things. I am so grateful for that experience. I hope they’ll let me hang out there when school ends!