Exhibition of Annie Leibovitz in the Hermitage
• Exhibition of Annie Leibovitz in the Hermitage
Exhibition of Annie Leibovitz in the Hermitage - the event is significant and meaningful. Now there is an additional reason to strive in this wonderful city. And it is still envy and envy those who can easily by purchasing a ticket, immerse yourself in the "Photographer's life".
Many people live photography. In all senses of the word. Press a button, get pleasure or money, at least - both. Someone picture becomes life, her twin and subbase. And only in units of force enough talent to accommodate this life almost each of his photos to a picture already existed independently of the author, both individual steaming slice of life.
"Photographer's life" (the life of the photographer) - quite succinct title for the exhibition. Life, turned into hard cash glamorous pictures, achingly personal, family cards in non-convertible placer. Perhaps it is this combination of incongruous and gives the exhibition a piercing high note, which sometimes takes the violin in a deserted underpass when shiver and think: "God, how sad our life!"
We have before us a complex mosaic of photos. However, it is unimaginable semantic weaves organically look at the exhibition, as they make up the life of photographer Annie Leibovitz. Confused tangle of events: custom photography, birth of children, family events, the death of friends and family, shooting again. Without division into sections in one piece - just life.
The main aim of photos from the perspective of Annie Leibovitz - the eternal search for the truth of being wrong. We are accustomed to exposing the soul of the portrait photos of works by Annie Leibovitz. Every time like watermelon heard crunching reality, acute dissecting scalpel Mamyia optics. Faces, faces, faces.
But after the unexpected turn the lens we see that just as uncompromising and bold look and the author draws on himself, on his private life. One after another fall unnecessary mask - social, self-body mask, the shame of nakedness, the fear of death - on and on - it's just a disguise. Gradually, you begin to see the smallness and insignificance of individual life, unless it is enriched with work aimed at creating a different, a higher reality. Difficult to fully that performed photographer Annie Leibovitz. Hard life. In all senses.