by Jerry Saltz
In the late nineties, Katy Grannan
began making haunting photographs of people who had extraordinary inner yens to be seen by strangers. She placed ads in local papers that read, “Artist/photographer (female) seeks people for portraits.” Subjects called; she let them pose any way they wanted. The results show young women naked and alone in their parents’ homes; a girl in a prom dress with a cockatoo sitting on her hand; couples staring blankly at the camera; a man in a park with an erection. A flawed American family.