Madrid, Spain 1933

Here's a photograph of a group of kids, captured by Henri Cartier-Bresson in Madrid, Spain. Look at that wall – a vast, white surface dotted with what looks like dark, irregular windows. I can't help but think of a painter facing a blank canvas, each small window a potential starting point for something bigger. Did Cartier-Bresson see this photograph as a painting? I wonder what it was like to be him, seeing the world as shapes and forms, anticipating that decisive moment when everything clicks into place. Maybe he was thinking about the surrealists, or maybe he was just trying to capture the realness of everyday life. The photograph feels less about storytelling and more about feeling, a little like a dance between intention and accident. It’s in that space, between the planned and the unexpected, that the real magic of the work happens, inviting us to see the world in new, exciting ways.