Beautiful and intriguing,
This review is from: Running Wild: Frances Kearney (Hardcover)
I was thrilled to be given this book, after admiring a print of Frances Kearney’s on a friend’s wall. That image was beautiful, extraordinary – and huge: a photograph of a girl apparently balancing on a half-submerged drum in an unremarkable lake in a deserted landscape. It looked like a still from a film I wished I’d seen. Enigmatic and compelling, it instantly started stories running in my head. What had just happened? What was going to happen? The girl was poised on a knife edge of possibility. It might have been me, aged 11. I wanted to see more.
This book is just as intriguing. A collection of curious scenes, meticulously composed - and yet apparently glimpsed by chance and from a distance - of one or two girls in the middle of some obscure endeavour. They are physically lovely, but never cute. Frances Kearney has an uncanny knack for creating, in a single frame, a rich and complex world in which the viewer is drawn in to conjure their own narrative from intriguing and disparate elements. I only wish I had one on my wall, 5 feet wide.