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His pictures look like the most exquisite paintings. His name is Mark Sink.
His nudes make me catch my breath and his landscapes wake a desire in me to go to New York simply to find the trees he’s captured so perfectly. He photographs Andy Warhol as if he’s been nothing more than a person on the street his life and makes me miss people I’ve never met and will never know. Go look, go see. I am captivated. I may require a Diana camera in my world. Sleep won’t happen until I find as much of his work as I can. This is Nostaligia caught on treated paper and Art in polaroid. A window into global perfect moments. The world trapped and shared.
Ever want to write someone a letter to say only “thank you for existing. What you do made me happy today”?