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ruben
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Hmmm..... this could be very much a personal "blog" of no interest to anyone, therefore I will try my best to constrain to what may be of common interest. Although, this must be said, I could never arrive to what I am going to write unless I digg deep within my specific self.
Periodically we have had some threads asking for the source of our attraction to our beloved craft/art.
Some of them were directly and outspokenly aimed, others by insinuation or unintended implication. I would mention here a recent thread opened by our friend Kshapero, asking something like 'what do you do with your pics'. Just by reading the title, you can think about drawers or about the deeper sense of the question.
Our friend FrankS should be mentioned too among several among us trying to elucidate what the hell are we doing with fifty cameras and hundreds of lenses, bags, etc - not to mention minor accesories in order to remain within the hundred number. With this last sentence I am refering too to the many times we approach the same issue by its humouristic side.
Satysfaction, pleasure, and other similar answers have been given alongside personal context. Do I have something new to add ? Perhaps. Perhaps for some among us, and for sure not all among us. We are still humans and as such, the "otherness" is our permanent uncommon.
Here I must go a bit personal and start to segment my answer. First, I am in need of a craft due to an inner need of expression. In fact it is beyond expression, it is rather a need for a virtual building of something. This 'something' must be virtual to let me absolute control.
Here I am implying that photography is very much a virtual practice, a virtual imagery, not the true reflection of the outside world - quite a very flat and accepted agreement among us.
Now, why photography, instead of anything else?. I can imagine different circumstancial reasons for all of us, and a single substantial reason for some among us, or me only at least.
Photography leaves us the illusion of a "real" world as we would like it to be.
Among the craft lovers, some of us dedicated to the craft of photography, cannot content ourselves with building small scale ships. There is a kind of reality, or contact with reality, that must be a key ingredient.
Because it is not enough for us to relax, to let our hands and minds work, to give a gateaway to a certain skill. We need a paradoxical proof that there is some truth in our virtual lie.
Complex mamipherous we are, photographers.
Cheers,
Ruben
Periodically we have had some threads asking for the source of our attraction to our beloved craft/art.
Some of them were directly and outspokenly aimed, others by insinuation or unintended implication. I would mention here a recent thread opened by our friend Kshapero, asking something like 'what do you do with your pics'. Just by reading the title, you can think about drawers or about the deeper sense of the question.
Our friend FrankS should be mentioned too among several among us trying to elucidate what the hell are we doing with fifty cameras and hundreds of lenses, bags, etc - not to mention minor accesories in order to remain within the hundred number. With this last sentence I am refering too to the many times we approach the same issue by its humouristic side.
Satysfaction, pleasure, and other similar answers have been given alongside personal context. Do I have something new to add ? Perhaps. Perhaps for some among us, and for sure not all among us. We are still humans and as such, the "otherness" is our permanent uncommon.
Here I must go a bit personal and start to segment my answer. First, I am in need of a craft due to an inner need of expression. In fact it is beyond expression, it is rather a need for a virtual building of something. This 'something' must be virtual to let me absolute control.
Here I am implying that photography is very much a virtual practice, a virtual imagery, not the true reflection of the outside world - quite a very flat and accepted agreement among us.
Now, why photography, instead of anything else?. I can imagine different circumstancial reasons for all of us, and a single substantial reason for some among us, or me only at least.
Photography leaves us the illusion of a "real" world as we would like it to be.
Among the craft lovers, some of us dedicated to the craft of photography, cannot content ourselves with building small scale ships. There is a kind of reality, or contact with reality, that must be a key ingredient.
Because it is not enough for us to relax, to let our hands and minds work, to give a gateaway to a certain skill. We need a paradoxical proof that there is some truth in our virtual lie.
Complex mamipherous we are, photographers.
Cheers,
Ruben
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