"When a well-trained gonnagle starts to recite, the enemy's ears explode."
Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men.
Obphoto: it's a short hop from the wild bruins of Greenland's icy mountains, to the Tay Bridge Disaster, to James Valentine and photos like this:
http://212.20.233.42/index.php/colle...sults/0/34484/
Cherry pick the Valentine company archive, and you can make a good case that he, rather like Carlton Watkins, was a modernist before his time. Look at the work as a commercial whole and he comes across as much more conventional and ordinary. Something similar is done with Disfarmer portraits and other 'found' archives like the Vivian Maier one.
If photography is at least partly about selecting and pointing, there is no reason why it cannot be meta-photography and select from an archive of photos, or point to parts of impersonal image databases like Google Street View. Or my own negative files.
I photograph for myself. But I edit for others. The rhetorical element is never entirely absent - at the very least there is the 'look at this!' cry - and once I have started to think about what my photographs might mean to others and how best to encourage the sort of reading I feel is important, it is very hard not to carry on thinking about those issues when out in the field making new photographs. Which is not to say I go hunting for crowd pleasers, but rather that my choice of where to go hunting, and when, has been biased by my musings and background reading about the photographs I have already taken.
I start out naive, but I know that many of the patterns and relationships that end up in my photos have been studied and catalogued, often extensively. That's where the male black widow bit comes in - using specialist knowledge as feedback to refine what I already find visually interesting. Sometimes I will take a photo to illustrate a technical issue, but usually it's the other way round: the background information reinforces my photographic instinct that something is worth recording. And then I try to find ways of (gently, obliquely) letting viewers know that I, and they, are not just neonates with newly opened eyes and a curiosity for everything bright and pretty, but thinking, rational observers who can extract meaning from what we see, on all kinds of levels and with varying degrees of balance between scientific and artistic curiosity.
Sorley MacLean is supposedly untranslatable - Gaelic speaking friends shake their heads in the same way that Russians insist on the impossibility of truly appreciating Pushkin in English - so I don't know how much the formal aspects of that stanza are forced by the change of tongue. There is a strong, capital-R, Romantic element in the Scots Gaelic I have encounted in translation from poems and song lyrics, but what I like about MacLean is how he treats the landscape of the Highlands as a place to live, not a place to visit. So much of the discovery of Nature from the Romantics onwards, including nearly all the the current wave of 'New Nature' writing, is about city dwellers going on holiday in the wilderness. I like the local's view better, even if I experience it third hand.
There is no single thing that is photography, even art photography, but I do think that a certain amount of conscious packaging and framing is a good tactic once you start to show your work to others. The naive approach is still an approach, and a chosen one at that.
My own trajectory has headed back towards combinations of words and pictures, which I know goes against standard gallery presentations, and the whole idea of the standalone work of art, but which has its own canonical antecedents, and which satisfies me even more than the pictures alone.
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