“Photographs are made of light and concentrated time. If light may be regarded as both particle and wave, time in photographs may be seen as both an instant and eternity, as past, present, and future condensed into an evanescent image.”

When we glance in a mirror we often see our parent's faces and our forgotten selves glance back at us. Anderson resurrects, reconstructs, wrestles with, and reflects upon time. His pictures reveal a Proustian fascination with memory, with talismans of recollectin and self-recognition. His images are fabricated from layers of personal artifacts and accumulated insights: they appear before the viewer like the mutable dramas of dreams in which figures multiply and merge, where everything is deeply familiar and nothing is quite as it appears to be. To me, looking at his portaits which ranges from portraits, landscapes to autobiography; it shows distintly his boldness towards the usage of lightings, colors and themes that he personally favors. If only I have got the chance to view his full exhibitions.

Now how can we ever compare Anderson to Eric Fischl? I love the “oddness” and tension in them and indeed the bravery. I think that they have that Americana feel that we associate with film. Because of that we feel that we can read them, they are accessible and yet complicated. There are certainly things that spring to my mind when I see Fischl’s work, movies like Mulholland Drive and American Psycho and series like Nip/tuck and Desperate housewives.

What else do you think of?