Allen Ginsberg no number c. 1959

Robert Frank’s photographic contact sheet, *Allen Ginsberg no number*, captures the restless energy of picture-making. It’s a black and white dance of moments, some sharp, some blurry, as if Frank is thinking through the lens. What grabs me are the red grease pencil marks. They’re not just corrections; they're little jolts of intuition right on the surface. Like in the row where the buildings are stacked in a line - boom, boom, boom, and then circled in red, a little nudge towards seeing something special. It reminds me that art’s never a straight line. It's messy, full of second guesses and sudden bursts of clarity. Frank’s work, much like the street photography of Garry Winogrand, is about embracing the unpredictable, finding beauty in the everyday chaos. It's this quality that makes art so endlessly fascinating, a conversation that keeps unfolding.