"Photography," says Walker Evans, "has nothing whatsoever to do with 'Art'. But," he adds quietly, "it's an art for all that." Visitors to Evans' retrospective exhibition at Chicago's Art Institute last week were sure to see his point. Evans' own undeniably artful photographs seemed worlds apart from the museum's paintings. They were almost head-on views of junkyards, stray people, tenements, hill farms and city streets, done with an antiseptic brilliance of black, white and grey. Chill as glass, they had no more charm than a newsreel, but the quiet clarity of each print...
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