Larry Shtasel

The grandson of a photographer, Larry has always been captivated by photographs. As a child, he avidly snapped pictures of everyday objects, often in decay, including manhole covers and crumbling walls, while unaware of painter/sculptor Anselm Kiefer’s observation, “Rubble is like the blossom of a plant . . ., the radiant highpoint of an incessant metabolism, the begging of a rebirth.” Larry’s photographs are held in commercial and private collections, but he is delighted to have his first solo show at Gallerie 271. He lives in Philadelphia, ever contemplating (but never begging of) rebirth.