Inner Workings
The last couple weeks I have gotten caught in a trap. A trap that is not comfortable.
The last couple weeks I have gotten caught in a trap. A trap that is not comfortable.
It seems almost wrong to mention something so unimportant as television but, these things do not stop with broadcast television. They can be witnessed throughout ones day in almost any social setting.
Art seems to be a galaxy within a universe in which some choose to visit. We try, possibly unknowingly, to understand ourselves through various means.
Photography by it's shear nature seems to struggle in it's distinguishing of these two counter approaches. In the beginning a photograph had but one purpose, to document. This could be a specific time, event, or moment but the purpose was purely documentation. This great grandfather mindset of photography holds firmly to this day. Though it is safe to say the vast majority now expect a photograph to be something more than just a documentary thing. At what point does a photograph cease being documentary and start being subjective? When indeed.
As a race we may think we understand but do we truly, will we ever, or should we completely?
Quitting and stopping are fundamentally different. “it can be as uncomfortable as a slow drizzle of dead cats.”