It’s been a week since one of my favorite photographers, Ren Hang, apparently took his own life at the age of 29. Ren made very stark, minimal, ring-lit images of people in piles, nude, doing strange things with animals or genitals, but all very unsexy. It felt to me like a statement on the weirdness of just being a walking organic mess.
I’ve been showing Ren’s work to everyone I work with for the last year or so- a Pinterest board full of loose, random, colorful, “unposed” poses- and to some extent I’ve gotten some successful images, but nothing like the kick in the balls that Ren made with every image. He left behind such a mountain of images, each one a masterpiece.
Rest in peace, Ren!