Gordon Parks
A Lens of Grace, A Heart of Fire
A camera in my hands, fire in my heart.
From the red dirt of Kansas to the streets of Harlem, I learned how to see. I taught myself to turn light into truth. I made you look at the world differently, whether through a portrait, a gown on a brownstone stoop, or the face of a woman standing before her nation's flag. I never looked away.
What I'm Into: Harlem nights, Ella Watson's gaze, film strips in hotel sinks, pipe tobacco, John Shaft's stride
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