Barry Weiser

The High School of Arts and Design in New York City gave him his start—and got him off the streets of Brooklyn. He graduated technically adept enough to “train” the Navy in his teens on an Atlantic carrier.

A fifty year career in commercial photography, and the faculty of the School of Visual Art ran parallel with steady output of fine art photography. No question but he has earned Master’s status—and far beyond mere technique.

“If you can see it, it’s not right,” he says of technique. Striving for pure, emotional, spontaneous and balanced composition—so that it seems he was just lucky enough to be there at the right moment. He has the ancient and innate standard of the true master: making it look effortless through countless hours and years of tweaking. God is in the details, they say.

Weiser’s fabulous shots of the city “are like casual, affectionate family snapshots; capturing all its activities and moods, its harmonies and dissonance in juxtaposition,” says Romany Kramoris. “If they’re not art they’re historical documents—or vice versa. It takes several good long looks to see that they are just too perfect for chance.”

Especially for jaded City folk, running around town daily, who can’t see the trees for the forest, Weiser offers glimpses of the familiar elevated to photographic poetry.