'Henri Cartier-Bresson photographs seem so effortless and essential, rhythmic and graceful. They are Cartesian, often dividing into complementary thirds, perfectly balanced. And they do not reveal themselves easily. What is driving this dervish-like frenzy or how do we account for the bloodlike splashes on the wall behind the boy? What took place here? It is unnerving. We are left apprehensive. We don't really know what happened so we are subtly drawn into creating our own scenarios, unwitting collaborators in a search for meaning.' – W.M. Hunt
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