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  In Dave Heath’s vision, even the smushed faces of young lovers smooching is a picture of loneliness and alienation. The woman’s eyes are slightly open, not meeting the gaze of her partner, whose head is tilted so far their faces misalign. The uncertain promise of intimacy and connection is revealed in a frame made so close one imagines kisser and kissee must have flinched when the shutter clicked.

  Mr. Heath was an orphan and Korean War machine-gunner who taught himself photography and whose black-and-white images have a liquid richness (he was a master printer in his own right) that matches the meaning and emotion of each scene. Though he had many influences — W. Eugene Smith, Ralph Crane and Life magazine, among them — and influenced many others, his photography stands apart, nibbling at the borders between documentary and art, theory and method, discrete bits and the whole, analysis and feeling.

  His 1965 work, “A Dialogue With Solitude,” was his convention-smashing opus, a singular artwork that he had obsessively worked over, as Mr. Heath was a restless tinkerer. He sequenced and re-sequenced his images in smaller, hand-bound versions that eventually were assembled and resorted to become the work that earned him accolades. A new collection, a pluralized “Dialogues With Solitudes,” was published last year by Steidl and Le Bal with support from Stephen Bulger Gallery and Howard Greenberg Gallery. Some of those photos are currently on view at the Photographers’ Gallery in London through June 2, following a 2018 exhibition at Le Bal.

  The pictures, usually taken in cities, occlude urban chaos, so that tight compositions offer a full sense of the solitude and emotion that one senses Mr. Heath must have also felt profoundly. Even pictures with many figures show them lost in some kind of deep thought, each entranced by whatever interior activity and in no way seeming aware of sharing a frame with all the other people. The world Mr. Heath presents is quiet and contemplative; he even renders war mute, still and full of meaning. A smile, rare in his oeuvre, is not what it seems, belonging to a candidate for governor who grins in a head shot on a poster affixed to the window of a broken diner.

  For all his heavy interiority, Mr. Heath, who died in 2016, is not opaque. In an interview with Michael Torosian that accompanies the new collection he discussed his hybrid art-slash-documentary approach, frankly, conversationally, and with erudition. Asked if his early exposure to Life magazine summoned a need to document and participate more actively in the wider world as a photojournalist, he demurred.

  “Looking back, I don’t think I had the aggression to become a journalist, to be out in the arena and compete,” he said. “The other guys had the psychological drive, my timidity held me back. I think it’s the difference between the introversion of the poet and the extroversion of the journalist.”

  It seems his camera gave him a way to express his own inner workings and explore those of others. These “dialogues” are still conversations between viewer and subject, still connecting us to the work and the artist, and what we as viewers receive we project right back on his subjects.

  Asked later in the same interview how he came up with the title of his first work, “A Dialogue With Solitude,” his answer includes name-drops of Arthur Koestler, Friedrich Nietzsche and W.B. Yeats. It’s not what Mr. Torosian, his interviewer, expected: “I actually thought you would relate it more to your own feelings of solitude because even though you have spoken so eloquently of the virtues of the common and ordinary there is nevertheless the undercurrent of anguish and the individual as pariah.”

  Mr. Heath answered: “Maybe it is ordinary in that most people find ways to adapt to it or overcome it or ignore it. I’m driven by it. It has colored everything in my life.”

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  今晚大非农【我】【无】【意】【间】,【看】【见】【了】【顾】【启】【舟】【的】【朋】【友】【圈】【的】【大】【合】【照】,【莫】【名】【其】【妙】【地】【划】【开】【了】,【便】【开】【始】【自】【动】【自】【觉】【地】【搜】【索】【顾】【启】【舟】【这】【张】【脸】。 “【这】【种】【照】【片】【有】【什】【么】【好】【看】【的】。”【友】【人】P【从】【背】【后】【伸】【出】【手】【来】,【一】【把】【夺】【过】【我】【手】【机】,【反】【剪】【在】【背】【后】。 “【还】【给】【我】。”【我】【十】【分】【不】【满】。 【友】【人】P【偏】【不】,【指】【着】:“【删】【了】,【这】【个】【人】,【立】【刻】,【马】【上】!” “【你】【还】【给】【我】【先】。”【我】

【曲】【太】【尘】【目】【光】【冷】【了】【下】【来】,【他】【也】【是】【先】【天】【高】【阶】【修】【士】,【日】【月】【神】【教】【核】【心】【真】【传】【出】【身】,【可】【以】【说】【除】【了】【那】【几】【位】【之】【外】【最】【强】【存】【在】,【更】【是】【日】【月】【神】【教】【最】【有】【希】【望】【的】【修】【士】,【在】【守】【真】【道】【人】【的】【嘴】【里】【成】【了】【弱】【者】,【岂】【能】【不】【让】【他】【恼】【怒】。 【若】【不】【是】【感】【受】【对】【方】【浑】【身】【阴】【阳】【气】【息】【萦】【绕】,【若】【不】【是】【那】【双】【眼】【睛】【流】【出】【莫】【名】【奇】【妙】,【似】【乎】【有】【层】【朦】【胧】【的】【玄】【妙】,【让】【他】【看】【不】【透】【彻】【其】【修】【为】,【只】【能】【隐】【约】

《【乘】【风】【阁】》【外】【的】【迷】【雾】【森】【林】【不】【仅】【以】“【迷】【雾】”【植】【物】【闻】【名】,【更】【因】【风】【景】【美】【轮】【美】【奂】【而】【出】【名】。 【但】【这】【美】【轮】【美】【奂】【不】【是】【景】【区】【内】【能】【体】【验】【到】【的】,【而】【是】【得】【漂】【浮】【于】【景】【区】【空】【中】。【森】【林】【里】【那】【朦】【胧】【的】【让】【人】【束】【手】【束】【脚】【的】【白】【雾】,【搁】【在】【空】【中】【看】【便】【幻】【化】【成】【了】【一】【个】【个】【图】【案】,【比】【天】【空】【的】【白】【云】【还】【要】【善】【变】。 【如】【玉】【坐】【在】【回】【程】【的】【飞】【机】【里】,【难】【得】【体】【会】【了】【一】【把】【美】【妙】【的】【风】【景】。

  【两】【人】【在】【厨】【房】【磨】【蹭】【着】,【直】【到】【叶】【念】【的】【肚】【子】【又】【开】【始】【叫】,【才】【端】【着】【水】【果】【出】【来】【吃】【早】【饭】。 【也】【不】【知】【道】【司】【渊】【是】【做】【了】【什】【么】,【餐】【桌】【上】【那】【些】【早】【点】【和】【豆】【浆】,【居】【然】【都】【没】【凉】,【还】【保】【持】【着】【热】【气】。 【叶】【念】【一】【边】【吃】,【一】【边】【看】【着】【司】【渊】【笑】,【傻】【里】【傻】【气】【的】,【自】【己】【却】【丝】【毫】【不】【觉】。 【司】【渊】【起】【初】【还】【是】【淡】【然】【的】【任】【由】【她】【看】,【见】【她】【不】【打】【算】【停】【之】【后】,【才】【无】【奈】【道】:“【当】【真】【如】【此】【好】【笑】今晚大非农NO.1 【艺】【绣】【阁】,【林】【冉】【巡】【查】【完】【毕】,【准】【备】【出】【门】,【却】【被】【一】【个】【面】【容】【略】【黑】【的】【男】【人】【拦】【住】。【他】【背】【上】【背】【了】【好】【大】【一】【把】【黑】【刀】,【显】【得】【阴】【气】【森】【森】,【旁】【边】【却】【立】【着】【一】【位】【头】【戴】【斗】【笠】【的】【女】【子】,【看】【不】【清】【面】【容】,【只】【觉】【得】【娇】【小】【利】【落】,【倒】【是】【更】【显】【得】【精】【神】。 “【你】【们】【找】【谁】?”【林】【冉】【一】【看】【两】【人】【来】【头】【不】【小】,【谨】【慎】【问】【道】。 “【劳】【驾】【通】【报】【尉】【迟】【大】【公】【子】。”【女】【子】【将】【一】【块】【翠】

  【呼】【呼】【的】【夜】【风】【中】,【低】【沉】【的】【牛】【叫】【似】【有】【似】【无】,【一】【声】【接】【一】【声】。【众】【人】【循】【着】【声】【音】【一】【路】【前】【进】,【崎】【岖】【的】【山】【路】【对】【他】【们】【而】【言】【并】【没】【有】【难】【度】,【速】【度】【非】【常】【地】【快】。【所】【有】【人】【都】【清】【楚】,【在】【这】【海】【拔】【近】【六】【千】【米】【的】【昆】【仑】【山】【上】,【绝】【不】【会】【有】【牧】【民】【来】【放】【牛】,【更】【不】【会】【有】【野】【牛】【栖】【息】【在】【这】【里】,【这】【一】【定】【和】【仙】【缘】【图】【有】【关】。 【爬】【过】【一】【个】【个】【坡】,【越】【过】【一】【个】【个】【坎】,【众】【人】【来】【到】【了】【一】【个】【平】【台】【上】,

  【噩】【耗】【如】【同】【意】【料】【的】【一】【样】【传】【来】,【在】【晚】【餐】【后】【收】【拾】【之】【时】,【突】【然】【有】【一】【名】【女】【子】【觉】【与】【她】【关】【系】【较】【好】【的】【另】【一】【名】【女】【子】【不】【见】,【呼】【喊】【中】,【众】【人】【帮】【忙】【查】【找】,【在】【一】【辆】【马】【车】【背】【面】【的】【阴】【影】 【咽】【喉】【处】【的】【致】【命】【伤】,【伤】【口】【一】【如】【既】【往】【的】【纤】【小】,【在】【那】【女】【子】【死】【不】【瞑】【目】【的】【脸】【上】,【凝】【固】【着】【一】【片】【惊】【恐】【之】【色】。 “【正】【面】【遇】【袭】,【她】【应】【该】【是】【看】【到】【了】【出】【手】【之】【人】,【所】【以】【才】【是】【这】【副】【模】【样】。”

  “【报】【告】,【中】【央】【航】【空】【学】【校】【第】【七】【期】【少】【尉】【见】【习】【官】***【前】【来】【报】【道】。” 【汉】【口】,【王】【家】【墩】【机】【场】。 【就】【在】【韩】【斌】【给】【自】【己】【的】【战】【机】【画】【骷】【髅】【头】【的】【时】【候】,【一】【个】【声】【音】【打】【断】【了】【他】【的】【动】【作】。 【每】【个】【飞】【行】【员】【都】【有】【自】【己】【的】【特】【点】,【当】【然】【为】【了】【彰】【显】【自】【己】【的】【战】【绩】,【一】【般】【都】【会】【把】【自】【己】【击】【落】【几】【架】【敌】【机】【的】【战】【绩】【画】【在】【飞】【机】【上】。 【因】【为】【性】【格】【等】【不】【同】,【每】【个】【人】【画】【的】【东】【西】【也】