showed this picture another similar one to a friend of mine who plays in the gallery world. He said these pictures are worth a lot in that world.
I suppose, but I really don’t see it. I made these pictures because they were there to be made. Eventually, these pictures will become parts of a book. I certainly never saw them as having interest in the art world.
I’m not even sure they are worth much in the so-called photography fine art world. So-called because a photographer claims to be a fine art guy and shows a picture of a sunset or something just as banal as that. How is that art of any kind?
All art is autobiographical. The viewer brings meaning to it. That’s how it works. How is a sunset that 239 people photographed autobiographical?
I like sunsets well enough. I rarely photograph them because most are mundane. But, when the sky goes crazy I’m out there with everybody else. I never think of that work as fine art. If that is fine art what is Van Gogh or Degas?
There is a group of galleries that do show and sell photography as art, but it is nothing like a sunset picture or a snapshot of a flower. The photographers who they represent are artists in sheep’s clothing.
I just don’t see my pictures of broken buildings as a match for them. Maybe they are.
I’ve always wanted to be an artist. Heh!
here isn’t much that qualifies as technical in this picture.
But, there is a technique to making a picture like this.
Most of these abandoned places are in funky neighborhoods. You have to be careful.
You need to use situational awareness.
Look in all of your car’s mirrors before you get out. When you get out head straight to your subject with that photographer’s swagger I wrote about a few days ago.
Then, pull out your weapon and fire a few rounds in the air. That’s how we greet each other in New Orleans.
Of course, I’m kidding.
Guns bring more guns. Never shoot one in broken neighborhoods or any neighborhood. Just look into a passerby’s eye and nod pleasantly.
There have been times when I’ve done that only to get a reply back, “Hey Mister Photographer do you remember me? You took a picture of me at so so second line. Do you think I could get a picture?”
Then, in this case, he said there are too many dealers — and he points to a group of houses — and then said, “I’ll just hang wicha while you take pictures.”
He had my back. He got his pictures.
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