Ruth Bernhard (October 14,[citation needed] 1905 – December 18, 2006) was a German-born American photographer.[1] (wikipedia)
When I was young, anywhere I would go in Germany, I would see my father's posters. Everyone knew about him. And he had many friends who were artists who were also quite famous. So, for me, it seemed very natural to be an artist and be known.
To me... San Francisco is an ideal city, intellectually stimulating and naturally beautiful. The oceans and forests are close enough to refresh the spirit; the architecture is always exciting.
I was a very, very careful printer when I used 8-by-10 film. I probably spent more time on printing than anything else. The more the prints were appreciated, the more time I spent on them.
I learned early on that if I was to get attention, I would have to be charming. Even the models I've photographed are often like that. Some of them are not beautiful. But, if you catch them in the right light, they glow.
I allowed life to give me presents. And everything just sort of happened the way it was supposed to happen. I did not pursue anything. It more or less pursued me.
To raise, to elevate, to endorse with timeless reverence the image of woman has been my mission.
To indicate the ideal proportion and reveal sculptural mass and the dominating spirit is my goal.
Seeing comes from the inside, from the heart, from life's experiences.
My quest, through the magic of light and shadow, is to isolate, to simplify, and to give emphasis to form with the greatest clarity.
It seems a perfectly normal thing to be 95.