This past year, I decided to do a
one year long journal. That would be less expensive and might weed out some of
the work that I probably should not have shown anyway. A little tweaking and a new portrait, which
Alcy has promised to do, and it will be ready for publication. It is around 240
pages and somewhere between 300 and 400 photographs.
I, of course, probably wrote more
about the photographs than I should have even though it is far short of what I
normally do. I have no idea whether anyone is ever interested in why I take photographs
or why I photograph what I do or process them the way I do—but I put it out
there anyway. Which brings up why I am bringing this up.
I was writing a blurb to put with
the last photograph about rose colored glasses and I got to wondering how many
of my photographer friends ever question why they take photographs, why they
photograph what they do and why they process them the way they do. See, I ask
myself that question dozens of times a day. Unfortunately I am constantly
writing about these ‘whys’ and boring everyone to death, I’m sure. But I do not
understand any other reason for taking photographs. I would have given up photography
sixty years ago if the only reason for taking pictures was to ‘capture’ beauty.
My world just ain’t that beautiful I guess.. Beauty is wonderful, but the
capturing of beauty has already been done and done much better than I would
ever be able to do it—I just need something more from photography.
I mentioned a poem to a friend
today that related to a photograph that she had taken. The response I received was
encouraging, heartwarming and very greatly appreciated. I frequently talk about
photography being a visual language. I personally believe that photography is
more akin to poetry than it is to painting. Won’t bore you with that theory all
over again. You’re welcome.
I take two types of photographs:
those that are not worth crap and those that resonate. It is often difficult
for other people to tell the two apart. But I know which is which. The ones
that resonate contain something of importance, of value to me. It may or may
not be the subject matter. Maybe it is only a memory or it could be a line from
a poem. After all, a dead fish in itself doesn’t mean much as a dead fish but
it can have considerable meaning as a metaphor.
I use photography to explore, me,
life, my beliefs, death—who I am and what I am and why I am. All favorite
subjects of the poets. Am I foolish enough to believe that my photography is
poetic—not at all? But then again, there are times when my photographs
resonate. Then, and maybe only then, I am happy.
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