Stephen Shore took pictures in New Mexico and Arizona which were projected at the Barstow Station to Station stop.
Stephen Shore, so the legend goes, received a darkroom kit when he was six years old. A Mozart of photography? Perhaps. There is, after all, an effortlessness to his cityscapes, dusty roads, billboards, breakfast plates and marquees. You don’t get the sense that he has willed the world into place, as one does sometimes with more rigidly formalist photographers. In Shore’s work, it seems rather like he has slyly cajoled or charmed these scenes into being. They are loose, alluring, subtly fascinating and often sad… often sad in ways that are hard to pin down. Shore’s photos are at once bleak and orgiastic with color. It’s an odd tension, but perhaps it has something to do with his mastery of color. He gets colors to do things they’re normally reluctant to do. Deep and muted within the same picture.
Anyway, he didn’t start shooting color photos until he was nine.