Sunday, January 20, 2008
Thoughts on Fine Art Photography.
While it is important that photography work should
demonstrate some finesse, if only in the care and
attention applied to detail, I have an admission to
make. Much of the work sold on the "Fine Art"
market seems morbid and even sad. I recently
declined an offer of a gift in a photograpy shop.
The extraordinary flower closups in the calendar
offered were masters of the genre. However, on a
damp drizzly Winter's day they made me stand back.
They seemed dull and dead in the grey light.
I chose some landscapes instead, which had some
colour toning and somehow seemed less
claustorphobic. Also, the thought of box upon box
of flower photos at home, snapped in a cheerful mood
in the height of Summer and which pleased me far
more, inspired my choice.
The over-fetishism of flower photography is a trap
which is very easy to avoid, once seen. While I
admire the masters greatly I somehow recoil from
twisting and twirling my subjects into projections
of my own psyche. And I wonder if that is what
they actually do.
Objectivity? Even seen through the clinical
photographic eye, I doubt more and more that it
That said, here is a before and after exercise,
based on a doughty little narcissus which insisted,
unseasonably, on bursting into full bloom in a pot
out of doors just a few days after Christmas. It
continues it's headlong rush towards self-
propagation on and indoors window sill.
Now there's a metaphor worth exploring...