People that do not understand that photography is a visual
language and not a technical exercise eventually bore me—eventually is defined as very
quickly in my lexicon.
Anyway I am doing crucifix again. I am fully aware that
religiously themed art is out of favor and even to some offensive—good! I don’t
photograph for other people I do it for me. I need something new to go on my
wall for the next open studio so I am reworking photographs of the crucifix, which I frankly, Scarlet, think of as religious art.
Life sized crucifix at a Catholic cemetery in Galveston |
On the original image I included the price tag because it
was taken when I was still working on The
Price of Christ images. On the ones I am redoing now I am removing the
price tag when it is convenient. If not I leave it. And, No, they don’t look like
photographs. I don’t consider them photographs. And if THAT offends you, I don't care. They are images that just happened to have been given birth inside a camera rather than at the end of a brush or pen and brought to fruition in my somewhat convoluted thought processes. A couple of
them I like.
original with tag |
reworked without tag |
This is what I work for in most of my personal photography. I don’t often succeed but I still find it necessary to try. As an explanation, I distinguish between my personal photography and my throw away photography. On rare occasions they are the same or one sneaks into the other, but generally they are miles apart.
There is a verse from a Stephen Crane poem that comes to
mind. At the line where it says, "What? You define me God with these trinkets," Janet always left the room when I read A Little Ink More or Less, because she swore that I was going to be
struck by lightning at any moment and she didn’t want to become collateral damage.
“Where is Hell, Show
me some bastard mushroom, Sprung from a pollution of blood, It is better.”
I can read that with a considerable degree of conviction which it what primarily concerned Janet.
Maybe the iris has sprung from a pollution of blood. I am not
sure what I see that makes the image important; just to suffice, to me it is.
I like it,cannot put it into words (you are so much better at that)It is powerful.
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