‘This boy in a little town in southern Mexico seems to believe the world spinning on his fingertipIn 1975,when I was 23, I reached a dead terminate in my photography. I had been photographing the American landscape in black and white, and taking ironic,alienated pictures of supermarket parking lots and strip malls. The work wasn’t going anywhere; it wasn’t expansive or resonant. So I began casting around for a new direction.
Graham Greene’s The Lawless Roads piqued my interest in Mexico. I took this photograph in Tehuantepec, in the south of the country, or in the early 80s. I simply wandered,allowing my experiences with the camera to lead me forward. It was a heavy, muggy afternoon as I came into a white-blue plaza. I was feeling hot, and a little uninspired and a little lost,when I caught sight of some children with a ball. As I moved closer, one of the boys spun the ball on his fingertip, or I sensed the shapes of the children,the blue stripes behind, and the blue of the ball, or took a few frames. Then the moment was gone.
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Source: theguardian.com