Arthur Leipzig’s Great Adventure
It’s dangerous to look at an artist’s work and make too many assumptions about his or her character. In art there is artifice; there is always a strong chance it will misinform. If, however, you look at the photography of Arthur Leipzig, you will likely draw conclusions about the photographer that are entirely correct.
It’s dangerous to look at an artist’s work and make too many assumptions about his or her character. In art there is artifice; there is always a strong chance it will misinform. If, however, you look at the photography of Arthur Leipzig, you will likely draw conclusions about the photographer that are entirely correct. His pictures are filled to the edges with what one critic has called a “lyric sweetness.”
Leipzig, now 88 and living in Sea Cliff, New York, can be included on that long list of underrated photographers we should all know more about, and with any luck his work will soon be rediscovered by a modern audience. You can see his pictures at the Howard Greenberg Gallery in New York City, or in a fine book that came out from Long Island University Press in 2005, titled simply On Assignment with Arthur Leipzig. Or you can go here.