Tyler Mitchell and I first met in Brooklyn but—since we were both born and raised in Georgia, working from the influences of a Southern upbringing—we found that we were kindred in spirit. I admire that his images are both narrative and ethereal, with a prose that invites us into the stories of those they portray. Tyler’s photographs situate our lived experiences at the bounds of reality. The mundane becomes extraordinary with his gift of always making us, as he puts it, “feel good.”
Tyler’s photographs, long celebrated and soon to be displayed in a solo exhibition in London, carry a visible admiration for their subjects and an expressive desire to see their interiority shine through. His practice is not only joyful but generous, and it is a true pleasure to behold.
Sherald is a painter best known for her portraits
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