22 August 1996

Signatures

The last time I visited Lewis Baltz I admired a small photograph of his hanging in the bathroom. It was a still life of a bar of soap; the soap had a hair stuck to it. (The photograph was part of a larger series.)

When I mentioned to Monica how much I liked her father's piece, she said all his friends who knew about the new body of work had started to become nervous when he visited. The paranoia of photography has a certain resonance for me; to this day I make sure all my hairs are accounted for.