Sometimes the Experiment Works as Planned and Sometimes….Not so much. I had a particular idea in mind, but only managed to partially realize the final image.
“Did you do that in photoshop?” No, but does it matter? Photography is not reality. It is not an exact copy of reality. It is something else all together that we convince ourselves is what was real.
The past clouds my memory. I desperately try to recall what once was but the images, once sharp, are now diffuse with the haze of time and age.
Time passes differently depending on your frame of reference. Two time travelers will see the passage of time differently depending on where they stand. I try to imagine this with art photography.
Memories fold upon themselves, like images printed on silk and allowed to move with the breeze.
Time passes in a linear flow, one second followed by another and another each passing through an irrevocable portal to become the past. But when we return to time through daydreams and memories, events blur and flow over each other like pigments in swirling water.
Two weekends ago I took part in an event called Critical Conversations hosted by the Griffin Photography Museum in Winchester, MA. It was a great learning experience and it reminded me of how and why independent critique is so valuable in creative fields like photography. More after the jump!
I find than my artistic vision is evolving, especially as I create and view more art. I was going through some older work and I found some things that had initially not made the cut for my portfolio, but that I now see in a new way. More after the jump:
