Yeah, a surprisingly decent show of large-format straight photographs
of national parks on view at Front Room. I am still amazed whenever a solo show
of straightforward photography shows up in Brooklyn. Again not the most
exciting work, but there are some very nice moments where the pictures go from
expected landscapes to odd little images like the awkward middle age man
standing in a roadrunner-esque western landscape, or magical like the scale of
native American ruins in the side of cliff or the improbable ramshackle walkway
leading to Niagara Falls. Unfortunately too many of the pictures fall into an uncomfortable
space between the deadpan gaze of the New Topographics and the romanticism of
Ansel Adams. I almost suspect that Winograde prefers the latter, but was
overwhelmed by the grandeur of the settings. But again, it’s great to see
photography getting its due in Brooklyn and satisfying to see work that is
respectable, as opposed to the photography as sculpture that makes it into the
occasional Brooklyn group show or the young naked people of Fuchs Projects. By
comparison, the show is downright spectacular.
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