Work In Progress.
We are always searching for meaning and even the very act of photography on its basic level can reflect this search.
If the act of photography can instil meaning, what are the mechanisms for which we derive our fundamentals from? And how can this difference of perception change the interpretation of our world around us?
As photography becomes evermore ingrained into our day-to-day lives this process can go almost unnoticed. Creating our own meaning or obtaining it from other sources, photography is fast becoming a conduit for a new generation of image-makers. With a camera in every pocket, each thought or observations is linked by an Internet of imagery where many of its users remain indirectly attached to, or unaware of any formal photographic history.
The result is a shift [or maturity] from a discourse of image-makers who’s aims where once described by John Szarkawski as “not to reform life but to know it”. The accessibility to search for and assign meaning into our lives is slowly changing the way the next generation of image-makers use photography, opening a new discourse of photography which travels beyond understanding ourselves within a world we have been placed and begins to interrogate the very nature of the medium itself.
Pretty interesting term at uni. Decided to just have some fun getting close to more traditional aspects of photography, which made me feel like a young kid rediscovering the magic of the darkroom all over again. Anyway, the whole process shaped my understanding of photography. I’m guilty of producing work which is tied to certain traditions of photography, whilst simultaneously proclaiming the crisis of photography is really a result of institutes inability to relinquish control..(now there is a complex idea in a broad sweeping statement)
But in the knowledge that the entity that is photography exists in multiple forms and promotes multiple ideas from various aspect of its complex history at one time…I feel less guilty. In fact I feel stoked! Given the demanding and blind-sighted ambitions photography schools put onto their students I actually managed to just enjoy taking photos, whilst thinking about how meaning is created and transcribed.
Anyway, time to put away such guilty pleasures for now, there is work to be done, essays to be written, and to be read. Deeper understandings of semiotics to be conceived and new work to be made. I’m feeling like a punk*, Lets bring the death of ‘Contemporary Photography’ and start a new method of understanding images, as the all encompassing undefinable and tangible head-fucks that they are…you bring the steak, and I’ll bring the sizzle…
*Ultimately the death of Contemporary Photography will then be defined and shaped by the art establishments through the exhibiting of ‘talented masters’ who moved photography onto a new discourse. Resulting in those young artists selling butter with Johnny Rotten for whatever cash is thrown at them…in some kind of terrible paradox the commercial industry’s will break down the aesthetics conventions of the movement to later sell shit to happy white hipsters.
Ah Fuck…we’re all fucked…Time to make some work.
"If we want the world of Her, let’s actually go build it. Let’s figure out how to build technology that can be productively used without having to stare at it all the time. Let’s figure out how to do that in a way that doesn’t continue to hand over our privacy and free will to corporations that clearly still haven’t figured out how to get out of the advertising game. Let’s figure out how to break the attention barrier and return to a sense of technological progress that is measured by how useful things are, not how good they are at catching us in digital traps where we waste our lives clicking things. But let’s not delude ourselves that we’re just an app-install away from a frictionless and clean world of invisible technology."
Just received my first piece of fan mail! I always knew the Internet was the stage to becoming a minor celebrity…it’s finally happening!
Anonymous asked: is it true you love the penis?
In the words of my good man Winston Churchill…OOOOOOOHHH YEEEES!