Joseph (last words)
2016 (selected works)
When I look at these six images, what do I see? I see the human face of time and its juxtapositions, that what looks and feels like a long life is a cipher. Emerging from a life left in more ways than one, I see what looks like a man’s destiny and feels like a tragedy. I see a boy, a man, looking—aren't we all?—for something. "I wanted to see," he said, at the end. But what?
Excerpted from On Wanting to See, the Invisible Jury, a Small Red Box: Notes on Making My Father’s Portrait, Frank Rodick's essay on the personal odyssey behind behind this six work series.