Guggenheim 592--Funeral procession, San Francisco c. 1956

Robert Frank's 'Guggenheim 592--Funeral procession, San Francisco' is a film strip, a sequence of moments, a bit like memory itself. The stark black and white feels immediate, like a newsreel, yet it's also deeply personal. I’m struck by the graininess, the way the light catches on the surface. It’s not about perfection; it’s about feeling. The repetition of images—the cars, the mourners—creates a rhythm, a somber pulse. Focus on how Frank circles moments and images in red pen on the strip, physically relating his practice to this procession. This reminds me that art is a conversation across time. Think of how Gerhard Richter uses photographs as source material, blurring and abstracting them into paintings. Frank does something similar here, capturing life's fleeting moments and turning them into something lasting. It’s a reminder that art, like life, is about embracing ambiguity.