HAS PHOTOGRAPHY AND THE PURITY OF THE ART LEFT THE ROOM?
I am not a purist by any means and I am all for letting the creative juices of any photographer flow and burst through their veins.
I have been looking at many images everyday for many years. I am also at an interesting place in my life having lived through several photographic revolutions. I find myself wanting to address the subject matter and not the dramatic colors. I want to know the story in the image. I want my eyes to be led through the image and my thoughts wander through my brain as they reach a peak of understanding and appreciation for what the photographers intent was.
Photographers have their own art form. It is not carving wood, banging on iron, cutting out dolls, or painting on canvas. It is recording a micro second of life as it happens. It will not happen the same way ever again and you have captured it on film or digitally on to a sensor, into a memory card and on to your computer or tablet or phone.
The image is yours and no one elses. You artfully and technically made it. Embrace it for what it is and the story it is telling.
I look back at old family albums and I see images of the lives that were led in that era. One that always strikes me is my dad. He was maybe 20 years old, standing in front of a candy store with one foot up on a stoop and dressed in the street garb of the day, with his black curly hair, and some friends sitting on the same stoop looking the same. Their were smiles and I can only imagine the comradely that was taking place. It is a small snapshot tucked away in for corner holders on a black page in a big fat album.
I am remembering my dad for the man he must have been in those times I am guessing around 1927-1930 and letting my thoughts explode into a story I can only imagine.
Think about what you are missing by not having old prints or new to stir your memories.
Okay. Back to today.
I do not anyone to think that I do not appreciate the Salvador Dali look in a photograph. I appreciate anything any photographer decides to do. I do not have to like it, but I do appreciate the effort that went into doing it.
But wild indistinct colors, lines, faces, and other body parts slapped on screens or prints through the use of computer applications, to me, is nothing but a bunch of paint thrown on the wall. I see HDR taken to incredibly ugly heights in the name of art instead of a subtle correction of tones to enhance the dynamic range and detail.
Embrace the purity of the art form that struggled so long to be recognized as an art form and produce images that don’t draw the human eyes to the colors and shapes but to the subject and the story that subject defines.