My “Essence of Art”

I’ve been thinking lately about what photography really means for me. It turned out to be a quite complicated case as I couldn’t come up with any simple answer.

As far as I remember, art meant more to me than I could understand. I’ve been developing connections with art works, creating my own, individual worlds connected to them. When I look at a piece thats truly appealing I feel any combination of these three elements: A total thrill, I get cold on the skin and warm inside. That usually happens when an artwork is appealing for me with it’s form, either colors, contrast, feel, sound, tone, so on, so on. Second one is admiration, I just can’t look away (or “hear away”) and stop thinking how has an author achieved it. It usually comes with a great and thought-provoking subject. The third one is nothingness.

That third possibility is the couse for my ponderings. It’s a peculiar blend of contradictory feelings that make me feel nothing while looking at art. My coldblooded brain knows that a piece I’m looking at/hearing/feeling is what I really like. But I do not feel anything. There is no bond.

The amount of artworks we can find daily on the web is overwhelming. I thought that maybe too much of art makes me insensate. But no. It must be something much deeper inside me, something connected to the way I think about the art as a whole.

I hope to continue that thought next week. For, here are two more shots, I’ve found in my archives.