The first of Joerg Colberg’s Meditations on Photographs is a beautifully written exploration of a haunting studio portrait by Eduard Méhomé, “A woman sits for a final photograph with her dying mother.”
But when you see the photograph first - as I did - and then the title, it’s still a shock. Or maybe more accurately an aftershock. You see the photograph, and you think you know what’s going on, or maybe you wonder what’s going on, you wonder whether this could possibly… and then there’s the title. It’s almost as if someone knew what we would be asking and decided, “I am going to tell all these people exactly what they want to know.”
