“I was suppose to have the night off but when the regular art columnist’s kid got sick and I was assigned the new photography show at the last minute, my mind was full of dread.
Dinner and a movie became, I’ll check you after the show with thoughts of sloughing through the same old same old. Garden flowers, birds at the bird feeder, the same old photography show fair.
Grabbing a cheap white wine, some stale cracker and a forgettable cheese nibble, I started to wander around. Pictures of someone’s dog, a couple of nudes of a woman who probably was the photographer’s mother, landscape after boring landscape, but thing I turned and an amazing piece that save my eyes that night.
Past the bar, in the far corner over sofa in the lobby was a huge print of an vintage typewriter bathed in wonderful low key light. Such an object stands out in this modern world of sleek, flat screens and touch pads so of course any relic of the mechanical age is an intriguing subject, but the scale of this photograph and the intense dark tones with glimmering highlights emphasizing the edges of the keys and outline of the form, as well as the sharpness of detail and textures of the old heavy metal machine invites the viewer to come close and explore every juice detail of the keys.
It’s a simple subject, just an old vintage antique typewriter a rough wooden desk, the amazing lighting elevates the piece to fine art, far above anything else in the show.”
– Sloane Ranger