Joe Maloney, Forgotten work, forgotten man

The forgotten man walks the streets of America, where people move, dance and extend their limbs. Inspired by mad colour and excited commodities, the spirit of 1980s Americais captured through the eyes of a local. Their craft deserts the approach of a snapping bystander and becomes a casual stare at the scenes, effortlessly forming people into the right moments.

When I came across the images, instantly thought back to Stephen Shores, <i>Uncommon Places and Joel Sternfeld's First pictures of people in cars and living amongst the cities walls. Yet carry a much more tender approach that makes them loveable and shine with a celebration of an embraced living. Celebratory, delightful, yet serious enough to form visual lines in our heads. For their composition is perfect through their imperfect nature. To claim Joe as the forgotten man may go someway to an insult, but it is the overshadowing of Stephen Shore and his band of American greats, and perhaps the education system's adoration of the great works that prevents the work from dancing at full stretch. Moments of positive desperation as a kind of decisive moment is recorded, the moment of excitement, the spark of life, and I get the feeling Joe was not a stern faced artist with a camera - but a man out looking for life, with an infinite determination to feel and create involvement with his pictures, whilst maintaining control over the scene.