His work makes my heart ache.
His book, Equus is something I turn to when I want to die. It proves to me that there is still beauty and soul left in the world.
For me, this is what photography is about. Capturing the soul of its subject, whether it be animals, buildings, people, landscapes. A photo without soul is dead.
More than any other photographer, Tim Flach’s work stuns me to my core. Parts of his work hurt me to my core to look at. It’s like photojournalism of animals. But it inspires me and makes me want to devour the pages, to touch the subjects, to be part of their intimate moments.
My copy of Equus has stains from tears when I was desperate to see something beautiful, and seeing some of the images in their muted tones and rich emotion were overbearing.
Although his aesthetic and subject matter are extreme in their difference to my work, I find his work both a quiet and violent balm to the desolation that corrupts my brain.