Ten years ago, I had the chance to live in Paris for almost 2 years. It was a beautiful time and incredibly inspiring (unfortunately I had given up photography at that time...great timing!). One night, walking back home, I found this exhibition poster stuck to a store window and took it. It's a beautiful soft portrait of a young woman, with one of her breasts exposed. I've carried this poster with me for 10 years and 3 moves. Just like week, I found it while unpacking after yet another move, and I thought it was just what I needed for my little studio's wall. But then I noticed the photographer's name and my heart sunk. David Hamilton. I now feel very differently about this poster. While I realize that the sexual abuse accusations brought against him were not legally proven, I can't help looking at that image and wonder if I'm being witness to abuse.
Have you had similar experiences? Does your appreciation of an artist's work change based on what you learn about their private life; how the artwork was created or what may have been going on behind the scenes?
Have you had similar experiences? Does your appreciation of an artist's work change based on what you learn about their private life; how the artwork was created or what may have been going on behind the scenes?