Times Square--New York City 3 c. 1961

Robert Frank made this black and white photograph, printed on paper, somewhere in Times Square, New York City. It's a contact sheet of different exposures – an index of moments, each frame a little world. I like to imagine Frank moving through the city, his camera a kind of prosthetic eye, trying to capture something fleeting and real. What was he looking for? Each frame is like a sketch, a note jotted down in the visual language of light and shadow. You get this sense of life, this feeling of movement and chance. Thinking about Frank's work, I'm reminded that artmaking is just this restless searching, this constant attempt to frame and understand the world around us, hoping to catch that elusive thing we call 'truth'.