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“I think [straight photography] is about respect. I think if people really respected what photographers do when they go out into the world, and make pictures, they wouldn’t be so loose with vocabulary. There’s a lot of people who just don’t have any idea how hard it is to go out and make great work with a camera. Everyone can go make a great photograph, but they don’t know how hard it is to go out and make art.”

Sasha Wolf, from an interview with Paula Kupfer

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Christopher Rodriguez - The New Yorker
The new color series by this New Orleans-born, Brooklyn-based photographer brings an open-ended approach to a classic documentary subject: being on the road. The pictures are full of feeling, yet unsentimental; Rodriguez tempers warmth with just the right degree of cool. The friends and family Rodriguez travelled with are rarely seen head-on; his attention is more absorbed by in-between moments: a baby bird, a tarp blowing off a parked pickup, a shell-flecked boulder. In the show’s standout image, a distant forest fire turns the sky blazing pink above a winding California river. Through Dec. 19.

Transmitter loves seeing Chris Rodriguez’s show at Sasha Wolf getting love in The New Yorker.

Doug Fogelson at Sasha Wolf Gallery

Doug Fogelson’s ‘Ceaseless’ series comprises beautiful but damaged nature photos, for which the Chicago-based artist shot traditional landscape photos, which he printed and partially destroyed by applying common industrial chemicals to the surface. Ironically, the results are gorgeous. Here, a verdant forest hovers like an apparition surrounded by peeling layers of emulsion. (At Sasha Wolf Gallery on the Lower East Side through April 16th). Doug Fogelson, Ceaseless No. 1, 24 x 24 inches, 2015.

McDonough, who came of age as an artist when Cartier-Bresson’s influence was at its height, seeks something that resonates more truthfully: his pictures describe the space between the truth and the fiction of public life. People queuing up for roller skates, a girl sitting by herself in blinding light—these are graphic images about our resistance to knowing anything or anyone other than ourselves.

Sightseeing with Paul McDonough - The New Yorker