This is a picture of the photographer Sally Mann, an image I really love, because I recognize myself in it (there's a lot of pictures I do not recognize myself in it that I like) (I mean, I think so, but maybe I do and I don't know it, it may be unconscious, because I think most of the time people like things in which they find a piece of themselves, but that's another problem). I'm touched by her eyes, I love the gravity in her look and the fact that she's so young and that she can feel and make you feel this emotion. I find it beautiful but frightening though. I like the hands on her arms, the feeling of strength that the child exhales... The strength in her look responds to the strength that we can imagine the person holding her exercises on her.
I also like sepia pictures, a lot. And the movement of her hair, the texture of the two hands, the marks on her skin, her sloppy clothes, I actually like everything in this picture.
Someone recently told me they hated Sally Mann, that they found she was a pornographer, even a pedophile. That no one is allowed to do that to children. Trying to make them desirable, forcing them to have a woman's behaviour. And I don't know what to think about it, because I love her photography work but there are some pictures I find disturbing. I mean I like be disturbed in art, but not in anyway...
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