There is duality to everything in life and very often everyone…It is a curious thing when you experience that duality as an artist. Of course it has to do with perspective but much more. As a collective society we have no standard for what we think of artists, we do for doctors, teachers, chefs, criminals, right?? As an artist I can be treated as a person of honor and also treated as some what of a riffraff. Both experiences amuse me, entertain me and never cease to be predictable. It depends on the time and the place, it depends on previous experience of art and artists. This issue is like all the rest, people fighting not be to judged, to be treated equally, not put in a box, not labeled because of activities we participate in. Yet, we set aside all that fight and see an artist and not so carefully, pick the box, put them in and label it. From the beginning of time and yet still…..
What determines a person’s perspective of art? Is it what they were exposed to? What makes one person look at one of my photographs and open their mouth in awe, and another person out right say “I would shoot that”, to let you know that image is nothing special. Why do we choose as photographers to take that picture in just that way? We are all seeing something different, something meaningful in our lives. So what would make another person share that meaning, or have the ability to see exactly what you may have felt at that moment?
I was always fascinated by the science of photography, we can actually capture moments in time. It is ridiculous to me. It is a way to return to that moment for whatever reason, to another life. I participated in another arts festival today with my work. I had more than one great conversation, some draw drops and some bare glances but I met two photographers and it made me think again about why I do what I do.
I photograph what I love, and I hope that is how all photographers work because then it is love you are sharing. I photograph nature because when I go hiking and see, what I share in my work, I cannot believe there is something that beautiful in this world, and it is alive and growing. There is always something to look forward to in our natural world and so always something to live for, to grow towards to bask in its beauty.
Appreciating a piece of art is like having a conversation with a stranger. You have to have the patience to listen, to hear. You have to have concern for what this person may say to you. You have to weed through the language or cultural barriers, the economic or social differences. When you are together you must make a decision about if you want this moment to be a meaningful part of your life experience. You must suspend selfishness and be open for what could happen because you have had the chance to be with this person at this time and place.
Art is everywhere and always offering you the opportunity to be something more after having opened up to something different.