Saturday, November 28, 2009

Charis Wilson died November 20th at 95. The LA Times carries the obituary of this free spirited woman who met Edward Weston when she was 20 and he was 48. She became his wife and muse for many years, and used her writing talent to edit many of his books and write several of her own.

This photography still seems compelling after so many years. Why is it so intriguing? Is it better not to see her face?

I would love to hear a few comments. . . .are you out there? Bill M.? Pamela? Julie?


  1. Is it better not to see her face?

    Heavens, no! Her upturned face, no matter how arresting, would have ruined the perfection of the photograph -- and (silly as it sounds), it wouldn't have been a Weston; it wouldn't have had a kinship with his sublime eggplants and squashes, etc. We would have glommed onto the face to the impoverishment of those limbs.

  2. I meant to write "Heavens, yes!" My apologies.

  3. I figured out that that's what you meant. I agree with you, too - those limbs and their shapes make the photo. Thanks for commenting.