I've just returned from a trip to the UK. While there I read an interview with David Hockney where he articulates many of the niggling problems I have with photography as an expressive artform.
Hockney has, and has always had, a rather younger-brother resentment towards photography, and his criticisms tend to lack grace and generosity. He also has a tendency to absolutism about the ideas which drive him. But behind the grating of the plain-talking Yorkshireman, there's the ring of truth.
Most people feel that the world looks like the photograph. I’ve always assumed that the photograph is nearly right, but that little bit by which it misses makes it miss by a mile. This is what I grope at.
You can read the interview here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/a...d-Hockney.html