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.