In decade in which we obsess over change, be it catastrophic or fortuitous, the photographs of Tina Barney continue to remind us of that which is constant. Beginning the 1980s, she has captured the world, her world, in large-scale analogue photographs, laying bare the push and pull of tension and familiarity that run beneath domestic life. Since then, her imagery has invited us not only into private interiors of life for affluent New Yorkers and elite New Englanders but also into the palatial homes of European aristocrats and small town American communities. Throughout it all, she has returned time and again to the family, to the home, and to the ubiquitous and essential need to belong.
In decade in which we obsess over change, be it catastrophic or fortuitous, the photographs of Tina Barney continue to remind us of that which is constant. Beginning the 1980s, she has captured the world, her world, in large-scale analogue photographs, laying bare the push and pull of tension and familiarity that run beneath domestic life. Since then, her imagery has invited us not only into private interiors of life for affluent New Yorkers and elite New Englanders but also into the palatial homes of European aristocrats and small town American communities. Throughout it all, she has returned time and again to the family, to the home, and to the ubiquitous and essential need to belong.
