When he was a child, Stephen Berkman recalls, there was only one photographic book in the house, which was The Family of Man. ‘I was five years old’ he says, ‘there was this mysterious photograph I was obsessed with. It’s the one by Wynn Bullock of the young girl lying naked and motionless in a field of ivy. There was something inexplicable about that image, that would cause me to return to it endlessly and conjecture all sorts of scenarios, I would think about what had actually transpired here? What were the moments prior that led up to this, and what happened after…?’
When he was a child, Stephen Berkman recalls, there was only one photographic book in the house, which was The Family of Man. ‘I was five years old’ he says, ‘there was this mysterious photograph I was obsessed with. It’s the one by Wynn Bullock of the young girl lying naked and motionless in a field of ivy. There was something inexplicable about that image, that would cause me to return to it endlessly and conjecture all sorts of scenarios, I would think about what had actually transpired here? What were the moments prior that led up to this, and what happened after…?’
