Six weeks creating nothing but noir, near-infrared work of tornado ravages and I was nearly giddy when I teased out my first abstract in that time. It was a nice meadow scene that could have played fairly conservative - maybe would have played conservative most of the time. The tornado works squeezed me back into a corner. It was good work, but it was repetitious work that restricted and narrowed my focus until the project was completed. Now, I wanted abstract and I dragged it into existence.
At a photography presentation at a local gallery this weekend I had to once again listen to an uneducated individual challenge the presenter that only photography straight out of the camera counts - anything computer generated (Photoshop) is verboten. The work in today’s post, as so many before, is not art.
Half a dozen people argued in support of the photographer, pointing out that darkroom photographers also use enhancement techniques, and that the camera itself manipulates images. There was great support for the photographer, and partly because I appreciated that support I did not get into the discussion. At the time, it didn’t bother me. Then later I made of the error of thinking about it and it pissed me off.
Anger is the most wasteful of emotions. Besides that, it’s self-destructive. The obsessive in me is incensed that this individual’s attitude still has to be tolerated, but on the other hand, it’s like coming across a flat earther (or MAGA) – one can shake their head in amazement at the ignorance on display, but then what’s the point of wasting emotion on it.
As they say, you can’t fight stupid.
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.