Well hell. Looks like I need to start selling fucking photos.
In all fairness: a big part of what defines Gursky’s photographs is that they’re printed at very large sizes, and are meticulously crafted with lots of very subtle detail. I’m not familiar with this particular piece, but I can guarantee you that there’s a lot going on in this image that you won’t see if you’re viewing it as a little JPEG on your computer screen.
Gursky’s work is actually pretty great. He takes large-scale photographs of objects in a series (apartments, supermarkets, buildings, crowds of people) and frames them so they appear as rote patterns. His photographs work brilliantly as a series. They’re disturbingly provocative, reducing the wonder of existence to a series of patterns. They trouble is that, on their own and out of context, his photos are complete failures, because they just look like someone took a picture of something in the least imaginative way possible. Certainly no one should pay millions for just one of them.