At 1/6/06 08:38 PM, Mary wrote:
At 1/6/06 08:07 PM, dmitryo wrote:
i had to train for about six years until i could harness the amazing power i need to press the shutter on my cameraWhile I was wondering what the REAL answer to his question was, I must admit that this clever, witty, smart-ass reply was probably the best of the two.
it's just that i've come to realize that photography is a pretty weak art. painting takes talen, skill, time, patience, intelligence...it's a skillfull and respectable art. photography wasn't even that appreaciated until Ansel Adams started his interesting career and defined beauty in photography...landscapes. so i recently thought i'd back away from photographing beauty and nature and all that nice and pretty shit and did a bit of (noir??) black and white photography that isn't what people like usually. i also started just ... drawing and writing shit. http://dmitry.zodane..apsessions/index.php
... not many appreciated it except for a few of my most intelligent friends. right nwo i tell you all you probably won't appreciate it, because it;s not obvious beauty, but satire.
photography that is satire never goes appreciated...just beauty.
with photography you cant really create liek you can with painting. you have to wait for it. you're documenting life. with drawing, you're creating life. it's very different.
woudl you rather be duplicating life for others to see, or shwoing people what nature's like inside your mind?
also, people are always so very keen on taking pictures that when they go see such a fucking beautiful sight as Mountain Clouds they only see it thogutht the viewfinder of their camera. barely with their eyes.
i really hope that some day we could have cameras in our eyes. that's the only way i can show people the way i see life. not the way my camera does.
sometimes i get slight paranoia shit in my mind. shit like i 'm the only person alive and everyone else is a machine, but everytime i tell that to someone they say that all teenagers go through that. and i trust those that tell me that.
sometimes i get very depressed thinking that most people never dwelve deep into the beautiful and true life. since a few years ago ive been staring at things much longer than most people. i've realzed what cars are, what trees are, what everythign is. we are so futuristic, so ironic, so stupid. i think that humans are incapable as a race. and that all leads to the theory that i am the only person with a soul...
i thoguht that people were just there to affect my life, that i was the reason earth was there. and i started to wish i was one of those who affected someone with a soul, becuase that way i'd have use. right now if i am the only one with a soul, who cares for me?