Labels:text | screenshot | font | black and white OCR: when we study his pictures in quantity. Its elusiveness may explain why Sullivan remained uncertain of his photography's merit for so many years. A quizzical, perhaps anxious, wondering aura invests Sullivan's subjects. It amounts to self-consciousness with only tentative confidence in a self to be conscious of. Turned in the light of mind, this quality of feeling flashes possible facets: "What community claims (invents, burdens) me? Who loves me? Who am I supposed to love? What am I (what is anyone) doing here?" It doesn't matter if the people portrayed are thinking such things or thinking anything at all. These are fugitive thoughts. The appeal of the pictures might be termed glamour with no visible means of support. Sullivan runs a mental thumb along the edge of fame, where identity is ...
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