![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJd4b6C-gR-zJ66sTzojF-hKA1RXINV3l8ahBYD3LS6cuwFA-6pP5sO_ogzXNo4IplK7uXhxK7ezBjF3-LqCmFNIxKtx0KxcNUer5xcbrAK9A4BocR8PYy9ZvSHbsjGOBUHxY_HfP06Q2O/s640/An-My+Le%25CC%2582+at+Marian+Goodman.jpg)
(link)
We killed truth in the documentary, so photographs now adopt a sort of totemic blank state, slow and brooding. The peppering of vast landscaps becomes ominous. Fruit trees come with our knowledge of their labor, the perhaps original sin [photographs] carry. We have come to, at root, fear photography. We have come to acknowledge that photographs carry a guilt. And when it's bigger it is worse because there is larger tray for it.