Ken Rosenthal’s work could easily be dismissed as overly precious or sentimental, but the acute sense of fragility in these photographs, scenes falling from the slip-stream of memory, into thin air – into nothing, seems surprisingly tough-minded, even bleak, despite the ethereal quality of the pictures, which in fact capture that tenuous point of erasure just before the corrosion is absolute, a vanishing reality – unmade as it is formed, not quite frozen by the camera, it remains liquid, malleable, flowing through the pictures, the archetypes of presence. More work can be found on his website.
