There are times when I am out photographing where it doesn’t seem like I am being much of an artist in the traditional sense. After all, artists create and interpret. The traditional artist starts with very meager materials and forms them into something inspiring, thought-provoking, beautiful. When I look at some of the images I bring back, sometimes I feel that I am only recording what was created prior to my arrival.
In my wildest dreams I couldn’t draw or paint such elaborate detail. I just so happen to find it interesting enough to record and want to share it. Sure I throw some “spin” on it to emphasize the way I saw something, but it often seems like a mere tweak to an otherwise completed painting. If I can capture some of the emotion, then I feel as if it is going a bit further than documentation.
I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn’t photograph them. – Diane Arbus
I hesitate going into areas of “what is art?” or “is photography art?” as those types of discussions will probably continue into eternity. That isn’t really my intent. Photography has such a broad range. It can be only a tool, it can be a brush. Sometimes it seems as if you are able to flip a switch inside that determines when you are moving from the tool to the brush. However, when I contemplate the miraculous things that nature creates all by itself, I often walk away with a feeling of inadequacy. I am merely a passionate observer.