“Who Finds Who?”
Imagine Henry Moore walking along Seven Sisters beach as he did so often. Thousands and thousands little rocks everywhere. He is drawn to one, attracted by it. He picks it up and so tenderly, lovingly, he caresses it, feeling its unique shape, its essence, its spirit. This found object an inspiration for a sculpture.
I too walk along many beaches and am drawn to photograph many rocks and shells and strands of seaweed. And in the bush, twigs and leaves, branches and barks. And on the street, shapes and colors, patterns of light, cracks in walls, graffiti. All found subjects.
Don’t we say drawn to, attracted by, caught my eye? Who did the drawing, attracting and catching?
Who found who?
Does the subject find the photographer?