ARECIBO, PUERTO RICO - STREET ART

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Photo credit: Belita Bass

BELLOTTO AND CANALETTO

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Bernardo Bellotto, (c. 1721/2[1][2] or 30 January 1721[3] – 17 November 1780)[3], was an Italian[4] urban landscape painter or vedutista, and printmaker in etching famous for his vedute of European cities (Dresden, Vienna, Turin and Warsaw). He was the pupil and nephew of the famous Giovanni Antonio Canal Canaletto and sometimes used the latter's illustrious name, signing himself as Bernardo Canaletto.[3] In Germany and Poland, Bellotto called himself by his uncle's name, Canaletto.

Giovanni Antonio Canal (18 October 1697 – 19 April 1768),[1] better known as Canaletto (Italian: [kanaˈletto]), was an Italian painter of city views or vedute, of Venice, Rome, and London. He also painted imaginary views (referred to as capricci), although the demarcation in his works between the real and the imaginary is never quite clearcut.[2] He was further an important printmaker using the etching technique. In the period from 1746 to 1756 he worked in England where he painted many views of London, and other sites as far north as Warwick Castle and Alnwick Castle.[3] He was highly successful in England, thanks to the British merchant and connoisseur Joseph "Consul" Smith, whose large collection of Canaletto's works was sold to King George III in 1762.[2]

 
 

NICK TURPIN - STREET PHOTOGRAPHER

BOOK - ON THE NIGHT BUS

Shot in the winter months from a raised platform in central London, Nick Turpin captures bus passengers unawares during their evening commute. The portraits are at once beautiful and dark and raise questions about voyeurism and public and private space. Despite being shot from a long way off with a telephoto lens through thick windows that obscure or blur the subjects, the images reveal an intimate glimpse into the life of the city traveler. Some passengers interact with each other, some sleep, some are moody and pensive, others lost in faraway thoughts. All are strangely silent behind the cold wintery glass that, alongside the artificial light in the bus, renders these everyday scenes into something akin to classical paintings.