But! At great personal risk, I'd like to share my thoughts about this, but not trying to pontificate. Photography is a medium (maybe a currency?) like everything else we use to try and connect with one another. Words, paintings, sculpture, theater, science, etc (some of these are mixed media no?) are forms of expression and organization that we use to communicate subjective and necessarily approximate realities. We say we have heard that song before about unrequited love and tragedy (Tristan and Isolde, Hero and Leander, almost any country western song, etc), but each re-telling of the "cliche" can be appreciated for variations on a common theme that we all have had or will experience, for the richness of the embellishment by the story teller, for the sheer size of a tapestry depicting the events re-told, or for the technical execution of the attempt to communicate even what is an old, old story. Revealing my childish
preoccupation at times, I love boobs; all the time, every way, size, shape, real or "fake" it doesn't matter. My 89 yo father still loves boobs, too! Sure, I would love the Platonic ideal, but I sure like going through the data to find the most perfect approximation
or should I say approximations
Media can be used to create everything from the profound, to the mundane, to the vulgar, but I would argue that to be successful, they must in some sense represent a "cliche" a cliche to someone, somewhere. A cliche to one skilled in the art, may not be a cliche to a neophyte. But this does not negate the fact that a rendition is appreciated or found irritating and overused, precisely because it communicates something of our common experience; beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess.
When I saw Russ' photo graph, I could appreciate it for it's technical excellence (composition, exposure, post processing, etc). I could also appreciate it aesthetically, feel the sense of emptiness that exists in a million different venues and within all of us. But what I loved most of all were the empty tracks, which to me signify the inevitability of loneliness and I found Russ' rendition beautiful and terrible, at the same time. I keep hearing Soul Asylum's "Runaway Train" in the background as I write this, which is probably mixing metaphors
, but I also love the renditions by Rosanne Cash and every other artist that sings this song even though I've heard it a million times (that' hyperbole)
Just because Shakespeare writes another story about a mad king or a cuckolded husband, doesn't mean we don't appreciate, enjoy, even revere how he uses common (vulgar?) words to tell the tale. Now, I'm no Shakespeare with a camera, but I sure enjoy all of the renditions here in LuLa land, some successful, some not. I enjoy the repartee and thought provoking discussions here in LuLa, and while I have yet to produce my "masterpiece" I also love the gathering of kindred souls around a warm fire on a cold evening, even if we are re-telling "old stories."
Probably way off point and did not mean to be pedantic, but also wanted to share what you all elicited in me. Thanks, and all the best!