Michael Joseph (1941-) - Nude on upturned bucket






Over 35 years' experience; former gallery owner and Museum Folkwang curator.
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Description from the seller
This is not Nivea.
There was no glossy budget, no perfect retouching, no advertising department smoothing every curve into submission. It is not slimmer, not shinier, not cosmetically flawless — and that is precisely why it matters.
What you see here is a darkroom-born object, made at scale and difficulty that few printers would dare attempt. At 58 × 44 cm visible image (mount 70cm tall by 50cm wide), this is a large, awkward, technically demanding format for an analogue print — especially one that has been toned, handled, lived with, and allowed to age honestly. The surface bears its history: fine scratches, marks, traces of process. Not damage — evidence.
The image itself is quietly audacious. A nude reduced to form, shadow and suggestion; a body turning away, refusing spectacle while becoming it. The echo of Man Ray’s Violon d’Ingres is unmistakable — but this is not homage by imitation. This is a photographer working with light, chemistry and time, letting imperfection speak louder than polish.
Yes, it’s not as “pretty.”
Yes, it’s not perfectly presented.
And yet — it is far more compelling.
This is photography as object, not reproduction. A moment when the image passed through the photographer’s hands, through trays and toners, before the world decided everything should be clean, flat and endlessly repeatable.
If you win this auction, you won’t just own a photograph.
You’ll become the custodian of a singular moment in photographic history — one that could never be replicated, reprinted, or convincingly faked.
Man Ray, Violon d’Ingres — eat your heart out.
Seller's Story
This is not Nivea.
There was no glossy budget, no perfect retouching, no advertising department smoothing every curve into submission. It is not slimmer, not shinier, not cosmetically flawless — and that is precisely why it matters.
What you see here is a darkroom-born object, made at scale and difficulty that few printers would dare attempt. At 58 × 44 cm visible image (mount 70cm tall by 50cm wide), this is a large, awkward, technically demanding format for an analogue print — especially one that has been toned, handled, lived with, and allowed to age honestly. The surface bears its history: fine scratches, marks, traces of process. Not damage — evidence.
The image itself is quietly audacious. A nude reduced to form, shadow and suggestion; a body turning away, refusing spectacle while becoming it. The echo of Man Ray’s Violon d’Ingres is unmistakable — but this is not homage by imitation. This is a photographer working with light, chemistry and time, letting imperfection speak louder than polish.
Yes, it’s not as “pretty.”
Yes, it’s not perfectly presented.
And yet — it is far more compelling.
This is photography as object, not reproduction. A moment when the image passed through the photographer’s hands, through trays and toners, before the world decided everything should be clean, flat and endlessly repeatable.
If you win this auction, you won’t just own a photograph.
You’ll become the custodian of a singular moment in photographic history — one that could never be replicated, reprinted, or convincingly faked.
Man Ray, Violon d’Ingres — eat your heart out.
