Hi one and all, I am back on board the blog-wagon [key rapturous applause ... mmm nothing !? ... hold on ... who ordered the one handed audience members ? You can't blame them .... have you ever tried to clap with one hand? .. OK my appendage-ly challenged chaps & chapettes some creative team work is required here ... on the count of 1-2-3 pair up ... KKrrrrrrrk KKkkk Krrk.... now we've started...] !!! FYI - the above is coffee induced and may be the reason I don't usually imbibe such stimulants !!! It has, yet again, been a while since my last post - The concept of my blog is supposed to be; capturing real time thoughts/ideas and my interpretations/views on specific art or photographic work etc. I will eventually get to grips with writing regular insights into the bizarre world that is my head piece!. With this in mind, on reading this months British Journal of Photography, I thought I would volunteer my opinion on the winner of the British Journal of Photography International Photographic Award (Michelle Sank's - Man Asleep on the Golden Mile, Durban), which received a mixture of muted tones and slightly perturbed/angry responses from on-line readers. Although the majority of comments by these on-line readers leave a lot to be desired, in the literal sense*, and may point to a lack of artistic intuition (or at best stunted artistic neuro pathways within the cerebral cortex) or the minimal effort by teachers past. I have to, against my better judgement, agree with some of the concerns offered and question the judgements of the panel and the quality of the other 337 entries.
Karen - Is this really a winning entry ? It just looks like a drunk man having a kip with a loaf of bread!' I would never comment negatively on someone else's work and realise to others it may be a fantastic piece of photography. Although, in my opinion as a reportage piece of photography it doesn't resonate! It seems too ambiguous, a reportage should tell a whole story within it and I feel it offers little direction and leaves a little too much to the viewer to interpret. The untidy, uneasiness of the composition (e.g. cutting off the legs etc) may have been intended but all it does it rankle. I would welcome comments to the contrary and I am more than willing to be persuaded otherwise. Just a little food for thought, which I hope makes you think creatively for a few minutes and you chose to agree or disagree. Edge... over and out * I am not implying here my literal skills are anything to behold, as currently they are not. I am just trying to emphasis that the vast majority of society is losing any grasp over written and probably even spoken word, due to texting, tweeting etc. Sebastian Faulkes embeds this ethos within his current novel 'A week in December' with a character who is a literary reviewer, who ends up reviewing teachers reports on pupils at one of the most respected private schools in London e.g. the teachers are portrayed as lacking in the spelling and grammar skills they are supposed to be teaching. It is a great book and well worth reading now, as it is set in London around the lead up to Christmas and based on the daily routine which many of us are currently slaves too ! |
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