Wolfgang Tillmans Book

He does very odd things with composition, things I admire even if I barely understand them. Frequently something looks like a detail from a wider shot, there are things half-occupying the edges. Or the POV is dramatically low, giving the clutter of shabby life a height and grandeur. Landscapes and interiors usually empty, occasionally capturing a lone individual, rarely grabbing people but often charging them with all manner of tensions. Color, as I understand, is the big deal here, and it is interesting how often the contrasts are little or none, monochromatic interiors, greygreenbrown landscapes, red ceilings or barns. A casual glance through could easily arouse disgust at the common or low subject matter, but there is a good deal of beauty in ugly things, just as the reverse is true, if you are willing to let the eye linger and forget the familiarity you brought with you.