Art should express, not impress

Gold staircase. Another of those shots that no one but me likes.

Taken with my iPhone in the IBM lobby in RTP.  Granite interleaved sculpture at the base of a curving staircase.  Edited in Picassa to apply a Holga affect.  One of the very last images I did before learning about iPhone editing,  NEVER AGAIN will I do my work in Picassa.

Anyway, I thought this image was pretty good and used it as my entry in the “best of the month” photo contest at Briar Chapel, where it went over with a big soft thud.  But that taught me something life-changing:  from now on, my photography is only for me.  I will never again create something with the intention of “pleasing” or “impressing” someone else.  If art isn’t personal and expressive, it’s not worth anything and there is no reason to do it.

So from now on, I’m letting my photography express what I see and feel and what I want to say about the world. I’ve talked before about being competitive, driving myself too hard, and it’s that kind of thing exactly that takes all the fun out of photography.  In the past, many people have looked at my pictures and said “you should be a professional, these are so good!”  and I feel all the fun just drain out of me.  If it must come up to professional standards, it is no longer (for me, for now) a creative journey, it’s about pleasing someone else.

Photography is an exploration of the world, a new way of seeing the world around me, and of showing it to myself in new ways.  You can go through life never seeing anything, your eyes just gliding over and off of things that are either totally familiar, or so unfamiliar that your eye never latches on.  When you learn to look, and see, you begin to think. And when you THINK, you’re no longer just creating, you are revealing something to the world.

Long story short, no more contests.  Express, don’t impress.

Burning Man

Sometimes you just have to go with what you’re seeing in your mind’s eye.  I hate that phrase, as if your mind is separate from your vision, but I digress.  Yesterday I had a myofacial massage treatment and began having synethesic visions, as my tissues were slowing pulled and loosened and stretched.  This morning I tried to create images of the waves of colors, patterns and strange figures that I saw.

Burning but not consumed.  I made this image with a Decim8-ed background, overlaid with flames from my gas fireplace, and a torso of a statue from the NC Botanical Garden.  Gave it a diffused glow with Iris.  Et voila.

Golden Angel

Golden Angel.  Guess I’m in a weird mood today.

The background is water spraying out of a fire hydrant.  The foreground is a picture I took of a stone angel in the Mt. Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, MA.  It’s about the size of a shoebox, and after I took this picture I could never find the statue again because it’s so small.  This was during a phase of obsession with stone angels; I have hundreds of images.  Now that I have an iPhone, I can finally create all the pictures I’ve had in my mind for years.

Bhagavad Gita

Layered a Decim8-ed background with a wooden cross and a page from a Sanskrit version of the Bhagavat Gita I have lying around.  Religious art has always fascinated me, even though I am not a religious person.  I can stare at those Rennaissance paintings of dead saints all day, or old wooden Russian icons.  Maybe I like it because these are easy targets.  Everyone “gets” the symbolism.

I like how this image came out, with the bottom of the image rooted in strong color, and the top fading away.