tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371924382217889407.post1215560967638557866..comments2023-10-29T11:03:54.970+00:00Comments on And then came the shot: Elsewhere: art and artlessnessJ. Karankahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12245437582113924314noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371924382217889407.post-9300591377797774722008-02-08T18:46:00.000+00:002008-02-08T18:46:00.000+00:00The notion that time turn a snapshot into somethin...The notion that time turn a snapshot into something artful is not really new. I wonder if this is going to be the same with the millions of digital images: those that will make it through the years will, likely, be plenty, and will arrive without any signs of aging.<BR/><BR/>What I don't like is taking for granted the juxtaposition of the art and the documentary. I think that the unique feature of a good photograph is precisely that it unites the documentary with the art: a bit less art, and it's just a snapshot, a bit less reality, and it's now something painting-like (digital art or whatever else).A.G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18172957704712290735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371924382217889407.post-44715483196067451742008-02-07T17:34:00.000+00:002008-02-07T17:34:00.000+00:00a greasy breakfast? : DAbout art and artlessness, ...a greasy breakfast? : D<BR/><BR/>About art and artlessness, and after reading B's entry, I always said that a photography for me is something "alive", something that transmit feelings through texture, through movement, through gestures, people, moments.... I don't care if that is called art or not. I can be in front of one of those photos in a galery that pretend to be art and feel nothing. But I can have a revolution in my heart receiving all the vibes that a grainy and dark picture with just a face and a deep look can give.aNaYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14289639903694932238noreply@blogger.com