I am writing this as a professional. Nearing my 5 decade mark on this earth with slightly less ten that in my field.
I was around when black and white photography marked an understanding of your craft. The photographer who could manage and manipulate their tools and subjects to maximize the vision that the artist saw before them. Ansel Adams was one of the greatest of the lot. Although refraining from the human portraiture common of the times, he was able to capture the play of light. After all, isn't photography basically a record of light as reflected off a subject at a given time.
I digress.
In searching for subject material, I am bombarded by the forced aging of the young. The craft of light has become one of deviant accomplishments. (not that I'm not kinky - far from it) The art of the shadow has lost a place in our lives. We are prodded to accept women who use their bodies like sketch pads for the artistically deficient or a place to apply the stickers of their youth. I remember my younger sister's sticker collection (at least she didn't decide to advertise them on her body.) The day of body ink being an "art" is lost as well. Today you can see everything from gang graffiti to the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" scrawled across the female flesh. If that is what they wish, God bless them in their task, but most people I know do not find it attractive.
Where are we going? Is our youth lost in a world of corporate signage and cronyism? Will our art be subject to the stipulations of Barry's new views on the First Amendment? (see Friday's Executive Order and the "science czar's" directive to quash any and all voice in the contrary) Where does one find quality B&W or sepia nudes? Does anyone work in pencil anymore (I know they do - I do, but I'm throwing it out there)?
Just wonder if I've been alone too long... (obviously!)
MM
I was around when black and white photography marked an understanding of your craft. The photographer who could manage and manipulate their tools and subjects to maximize the vision that the artist saw before them. Ansel Adams was one of the greatest of the lot. Although refraining from the human portraiture common of the times, he was able to capture the play of light. After all, isn't photography basically a record of light as reflected off a subject at a given time.
I digress.
In searching for subject material, I am bombarded by the forced aging of the young. The craft of light has become one of deviant accomplishments. (not that I'm not kinky - far from it) The art of the shadow has lost a place in our lives. We are prodded to accept women who use their bodies like sketch pads for the artistically deficient or a place to apply the stickers of their youth. I remember my younger sister's sticker collection (at least she didn't decide to advertise them on her body.) The day of body ink being an "art" is lost as well. Today you can see everything from gang graffiti to the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" scrawled across the female flesh. If that is what they wish, God bless them in their task, but most people I know do not find it attractive.
Where are we going? Is our youth lost in a world of corporate signage and cronyism? Will our art be subject to the stipulations of Barry's new views on the First Amendment? (see Friday's Executive Order and the "science czar's" directive to quash any and all voice in the contrary) Where does one find quality B&W or sepia nudes? Does anyone work in pencil anymore (I know they do - I do, but I'm throwing it out there)?
Just wonder if I've been alone too long... (obviously!)
MM