Robert Bergman is an american photographer who struggled for decades for appreciation of his work. For years, he worked exclusively in black and while, and only began shooting in colour in a fit of utter frustration, whereupon something truly extraordinary happened. His images developed a luminous, heightened intensity, a painterly aura. He travelled throughout America, amassing a collection of intimately composed street portraits of enigmatic anonymity – he provides no details, no surroundings, no underlying propaganda.
But Mr. Bergman won’t explain his art.
“It’s visual,” he says. “I don’t need to talk about.”