It’s often said that Brett Weston was the child prodigy of American photography. Certainly, the fourth son of Edward Weston knew how to handle subjects and styles as brilliantly as his father. In 1925, when Brett was thirteen, he left school to join his father in Mexico and learned the intricacies of formalism. Brett’s work was marked by a taste for minimalism, and somewhat less psychology. But the comparisons with his father stop here. For fifty years, Brett Weston was a dedicated and prolific artist. We cannot begin to count the exhibitions and publications of his large-format photographs that stand out for their lyricism and poetry.
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