Today anyone using a camera can express something visually complex. Human beings have been around for over 400,000 years while most people being able to express something visually complex has been around for barely 120 years, arbitrarily choosing the introduction of the Brownie Camera in 1900.
Expressing oneself visually and expressing oneself artistically are not the same thing and the former is necessary to achieve the latter while being able to express yourself artistically is not necessary to express yourself visually.
Many people will have different definitions for what “artistic” means but most will approach agreement concerning what technical means. Is that photograph just a recording of a moment in time or does it have meaning that I don’t over or understand?
One difference is that to merit artistic accomplishment among viewers there will be a shared experience, a common feeling. When viewers experience an artistic piece of Art—which is technically proficient—they experience a common feeling.
Many people might say that “Art is in the eye the beholder” but people are not clones, they are dynamic and different. Popular has a lowest common denominator position, the less you have to say the more it will appeal to a larger group, while if you have nothing to say it may not appeal to anyone or if you have something really substantial to say it may require that the viewer be sophisticated (have a developed knowledgable standard).
Do you use your camera to invade the private moments of others? Is the camera expressing a feeling or just what you (and out people) would have seen had your eyes been in the position of the camera lens.
Maybe the camera and you are looking down on me, thinking probably I am too old for this job or that I have been promoted up the professional ladder until I reached the job for which I was not qualified and just left there waiting to retire.
Some simply prefer pickled salted mackerel on ekaratsu.
Some of these are no longer with us, and some were potted by Gary Holt from Berkeley. One American-shino style bowl is of a set of four, found in a local museum of art in Roswell sometime in the 1980s.
Generally in the morning I eat fruit,— we have various fruit trees for much of the year” raison, almonds, granola and milk . . .no Japanese pottery here, only a few Chinese noodle soup bowls with an image of rooster—in a Chinese restaurant you may get served with one of these bowls as they have been used in restaurants for many years. While mine are old, you can get them cheaply in a Chinese goods store.
Or sometimes I have natto. This is a Kuro-Oribe chawan— a black Oribe kiln tea bowl.
Designs, made using a photo shadow image of myself taking an image of myself It puts me in the company of like minded clones
I am not too likely to wander away frustrated and in rage when I just don’t get it, the blind bleeting the blind, it is a safer position than the one left behind.
Everywear I look the universe looks the same, whenever I look it looks the same, how I look, it looks the same, its enough to drive me sane.
Some thought I was having too much fun to get hit, and even though they said it was their independent judgment and they were just being honest, my feelings were hurt.
We all have our own struggles, these two arrived from Appalachia in a car almost out of gas, barely running, had not eaten for days . . .
McLuhan wrote about two women approaching each other, one behind a baby buggy. When they meet one says “What a beautiful baby!,” to which the other replies, “Oh but you should see the photographs.”
And then just color is enough, at least it doesn’t make me feel a lone.
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