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INDIA2190/ V I N T A G E ..................... by Glenn Losack

Trek To Pushkar
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INDIA3227A/ one of his faves........... by Glenn Losack

Thar ladies

REVISITED
Rajasthan

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INDIA5274/ by Glenn Losack

the other!

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INDIA2814TD/. " Cry "-NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC by Glenn Losack

a teardrop falls
and the world goes deaf

a teardrop falls
until no tears are left

we seem to listen only to laughter
not those bereft

childrens tears fall silent
we wait for their smile

we dont like sadness
especially in a child

CHOSEN BY NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC on their webpage

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NASHIK
in
MAHARASTHRA

INDIA4183 by Glenn Losack

Kumbh Mela
HARIDWAR

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INDIA3300/ " the laundromat" by Glenn Losack

doing the laundry
again and again
in Udaipur

in Rajasthan
in sheer beauty

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INDIA1169/ by Glenn Losack

Pilgrims
bathing in the GANGES

@
VARANASI

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INDIA1243 by Glenn Losack

VARANASI

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INDIA3125 "the BOSS" by Glenn Losack

work is over
when He says its over!

A bit of Edward Hopper and Norman Rockwell ..................

Byculla,
Mumbai

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INDIA5531//' Puja" by Glenn Losack

VARANASI

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INDIA5797/ by Glenn Losack

The ferry
that
crosses
the
Ganges

BENARES

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INDIA5269A/. Sunrise by Glenn Losack

over the
Thar desert

PUSHKAR

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INDIA1194/यात्रा/Yatra by Glenn Losack

PILGRIMS immersed in prayer and devotion in the GANGES

यात्रा ( JOURNEY ) in SEPIA
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VARANASI

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INDIA1911/ an interview with Glenn Losack by Glenn Losack

INTERVIEW WITH Dr Glenn Losack by ALICE FEIRING- an American journalist and author, for several years a wine and travel columnist for Time magazine and known as an advocate for "natural wine".
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(ONE OF ALICE'S FAVORITE GLOSACK WORKS)

I've known Glenn Losack for over 20 years, seeing him segue from full time shrink to mostly a full time photographer, from 35 mm to the digital age. I have been always humbled by the humanity, beauty and difficulty of his shots. He has an obsessive, manic eye that make beauty ugly, ugly beautiful, and what marks his work is always the narrative. Now that his work is becoming public, I've decided to force him to sit down and answer a few questions about his style and motivation.

AF: What was the first image that made you take another?
GL: I was sixteen and in 1970 I took a shot of two elderly ladies in a Brooklyn park. They must have known where they were going because they seemed determined, walking briskly, very directed.

AF: Do you remember any emotional connection?
GL: I remember thinking that
their journey through life was almost over. Mine just beginning. I felt carefree and stupid. I escaped my familyâs lunacy by retreating into the darkroom. I was sixteen and spending time in the dark was easier than asking girls out. I was a baby. Lost. Lost and waiting for my beard to appear, and still afraid of girls. These older women were friendlier, more approachable, at least with my camera.

AF: How do you approach your subjects? I'm thinking of the leper series or even the man hugging the camel, the armless and the legless. These people let you in, they don't feel exploited.

GL: I dont ever use those words, May I? I just never ask. Sure, I would take no for an answer. I just never get it. If I really want a shot, I'll manage. I have the feeling that these people know I'm taking a photograph of something that goes beyond their deformity. I am telling their story and people have an almost instinctual drive to tell their stories.

AF: Any particular person or story come to mind?
GL: Mohammed Islam. Mohammed is a Muslim man born with no lower portion of his body.

I have known and recorded him for two decades, as I've been visiting the mosque he begs at that long. This mosque has a long walkway. At low tide it is accessible, at high tide it is submerged.
During low tide, it is covered with beggars with all sorts of birth defects and mutilations. Mohammedâs been in the same spot, on his dolly for twenty years. He always greets me with, "How are you friend? Come here. Sit down"... we shake hands. He buys me a chai. He buys it for me! He gets insulted if I take money out.

I sit on the filthy pavement with him, we smell the filthy putrid urine filled air of
the causeway also a toilet for the beggars and others.
We say very little. We are friends for life it seems. He knows I am a doctor. He doesnât understand why I shoot.

I offer him the usual bakshish one offers beggars
and he customarily refuses to accept it.

Often, as I sit there with him, a beggar lady approaches. He pulls out 20 rupees and hands it to her. Hindi is spoken, as if she is thanking him for his kindness and he motions to her to back off. He doesn't want her thanks.

He looked at my eyes. I looked away, because I canât believe Iâm seated with one of the most severely deformed men in the world and he acknowledges me! Not the other way around.
I then ask if I may take some images and the OK is given.
I swiftly shoot on high speed, so as not to take too much time.
While I'm shooting, many other people approach him;
locals, mosque caretakers etc to chat and have chai. Itâs fantastic because I'm totally ignored. That's the way I like it.

AF: You have such a fascination with India. Tell me why?
GL: India excuses my flaws, reminds me of my mortality.
India excuses the weak the deformed those in pain those with no eyes or hearing India allows one to live without living big .

AF: It's something more though. No?
GL:India forces me to be myself.

AF: Do you mean, allows you to be yourself?
GL: Maybe that's it. India takes me as I am. I can get lost there in a sea of people. I love the anonymity. I love the colors and the humanity. I'm always struggling. But there, maybe because thereâs so much struggle all around me, I feel at peace. It is my baseline. India's disenfranchised is a replica of my childhood; a lost mother and a father castrated by his old man to the point of being told to come home early from his honeymoon to load the trucks.

AF: Your father?
GL: Al was given a scholarship to Cooper Union for his artistic skills, and went into trucking. It was a tragedy.

AF: I never realized that your father was an artist. So, that's where your music and art comes from?
GL: Maybe. India fights for the truck driver in me. I have that too, you know. And thereâs another aspect to India. Iâm fascinated by the openness. Indians live outside. They do everything outside except have sex. Everything is in view, the panorama of the human condition/situation. While in the West? Everything is perfect, ordered, predictable, known, expected, monotonous, in the east it is chaotic, unpredictable, random, unexpected. It is the human condition at its most basic. From severe human deformity to elegant weddings, to cremations, to leprosy, to praying in the ghats, to amazing cultural edifice.

AF: Who, if any were major influences on your artistic vision?
GL: James Nachtwey comes to mind.

AF: I can see that. There's a certain brutal honest to his work
GL: He shoots with courage the poorest and most unfortunate people of the world.

AF: Glenn, his subjects can't hold a candle to yours.
GL: No, really, Nachtwey is a master. He taught me how to not worry about the distractions, but to look, learn and love the subject. He taught me to be in there, feel the pain and agony and the beauty. Don't just shoot, feel.

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INDSIA6155/ Raj Ghat by Glenn Losack

Raj Ghat
at sunrise

oh what an amazing city
Benares.............................................

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