Friday, March 25, 2005 - 07:00
painting with the mind's eye
30JUN04 | 0099
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ltd | Shot at the flower stall at the southwest corner of York & 79th Street;
This was fabulous as a vertical portrait 4 x 6, but when I turned it into a circle, the elegance of those twisting, swirling fronds made my jaw drop.
If I were holding a contest of my own fotos, this would win hands down.
Once I saw it emerge from the dye-sub printer, I said to myself ('cuz I don't really wanna, ya know), I said: 'I could die right now knowing I shot this photograph. It is that good. It is so good, in fact, that just having shot that one photograph and making the artistic choice to manipulate it exactly as I did, that alone qualifies me to wear the moniker 'photographer'.'
That's what I said to myself ... then.
But after I began showcasing it, I changed my sentiment a bit. The way I put it now is, and this is out loud to anyone who will listen: 'If I die tomorrow, my life will not have been in vain, because I am responsible for that image existing. I can go peacefully now, knowing that I achieved something artistically excellent. That I am truly an artiste.'
Of course that was the infamous 5 minutes ago. I began this blog last Friday night and have poured my heart and soul, and nearly every one of my best digital fotos into it, but earlier this morning I started perusing the other foto-blogs out there and I'm back to the 'wracked with doubt about my worth as an artist (without the 'e') routine'. Doesn't take much to sabotage an artist's ego, huh?
The truth is, it is an excellent foto. Another truth is, humanity births an inordinate number of artistic beings with a dizzying array of creative talents. All we ever needed were the tools to do the art ... and a venue to show it.
That is the single most important thing computers and the Internet have provided the world. And my acknowlegement of that fact actually answers the very question I posed not long ago on my writing/political blog about whether it was possible that we were only put on earth to buy and sell stuff from and to each other.
No. Commerce is *not* mankind's raison d'être. Love is. Sensuality is. Art is.
The well-turned phrase and the zinger lyric, the eloquent speech that rouses the masses to be better than they are, the musical refrain that takes the listener back to a time of innocence and wonder; the poetry that brings the reader to tears ...
this is why we are born.
Like Alison Moyet, 'I,' too, 'go weak in the presence of beauty.'
If anyone cares to read the piece in which I posed the question,
click here: Giving Up on the Struggle
Saturday | 09 April 2005 ::
Just found a foto of graffiti that sums up my remarks rather succinctly:
'Art is ... | October 24, 2004' © 2005 Charlie O'Shields
See his full fotoblog; it's quite a trip:
--------20 May 2005-------
PHOTO FRIDAY's #479 entry for 'Green' ~ 20 May 2005.
Galleries: *crème de la crème,
limited edition, w/ words | quotes, flora & fauna, form | design, reverence, circle | stretched | polar-coordinates, posterized | solarized, photo friday, ~ sony mvc-fd95, + art, + floral designs, + green
Tags: green, design, flowers, art, circle, solarized, form