I have thought that compared with Athens’ dense housing, even the places to avoid were fantastic, but after this post I have to reconsider! Or feel a bit jealous! 😉 Only this sattelite dish ruins it for me!
Places to avoid, places to cherish : these have both an equal impact on me. The dehumanisation (look for the definition…) of our environment is striking me extremely hard. And the people responsible for it also. As a photographer I find a beginning of analysis of this process in my images; as a human being it’s more complicated to learn to understand this kind of situations. It’ll be a lifetime process, I guess. And it all started by experiencing the real nature of Belgian art in general and artists especially and above all : people hanging aroud in the Belgian art schools. I know: it sounds vague. But my images should explain better. Probably I would experience the same in Athens or anywhere.
P.s. I received some anonymous mails of people analyzing my pictures and concluding opposite ideas.
Athens… Well it must be one of the most dehumnised and dehumanising cities in Europe. It is a traumatising experience to be out on the streets watching a beautiful place turning to a heartless concrete monster, just because there is money to be made. I try to capture this change, although these photos rarely surface. They might be an archive for the future, although I know that nobody would care. But I wouldn’t go as far as to call them art.
The plethora of the images in the world just made everybody so fed up that simply they ignore images. And maybe this is the problem. The photograph images and the real life “image” blurred and losing the sense of real and not real. So when the changes come we simply don’t care or pay attention.
There is an inevitable inflation of images, no doubt about this analysis. Maybe ‘honesty’ is a suitable criterion in making pictures and in analyzing photography: the ‘photographic photography’ and the never ending flood of Tumblr-pictures of cigarette smoke, girl’s underwear, slept mattresses and so on… But ‘honesty’ is not a very interesting tool to many people, artists and art experts included.
It might not be called ‘artistic’ in a way, but I’m convinced that honest photography (for instance about the decay of Athens) will be considered at least as ‘interesting’, later on. When anonymous people will try to make money out of your images. Maybe we should simply accept this and consider our way of making pictures as ‘breathing’. Or as an addiction, in my case.
‘Acceptance’ becomes my constantly repeated faith, these days…
Plans or planes; these are both elements of my wishes. We’ll see… I’ve made several books with Blurb, but so far nobody noticed – except for mister and mrs Blurb, when i paid the bill… Still I am a strong ‘book-believer’: the book as keeper of pictures. But my commercial spirit is rather…absent, I guess. Let’s say this conclusion isn’t turning me unhappy all the time. 🙂
I have thought that compared with Athens’ dense housing, even the places to avoid were fantastic, but after this post I have to reconsider! Or feel a bit jealous! 😉 Only this sattelite dish ruins it for me!
Places to avoid, places to cherish : these have both an equal impact on me. The dehumanisation (look for the definition…) of our environment is striking me extremely hard. And the people responsible for it also. As a photographer I find a beginning of analysis of this process in my images; as a human being it’s more complicated to learn to understand this kind of situations. It’ll be a lifetime process, I guess. And it all started by experiencing the real nature of Belgian art in general and artists especially and above all : people hanging aroud in the Belgian art schools. I know: it sounds vague. But my images should explain better. Probably I would experience the same in Athens or anywhere.
P.s. I received some anonymous mails of people analyzing my pictures and concluding opposite ideas.
Athens… Well it must be one of the most dehumnised and dehumanising cities in Europe. It is a traumatising experience to be out on the streets watching a beautiful place turning to a heartless concrete monster, just because there is money to be made. I try to capture this change, although these photos rarely surface. They might be an archive for the future, although I know that nobody would care. But I wouldn’t go as far as to call them art.
The plethora of the images in the world just made everybody so fed up that simply they ignore images. And maybe this is the problem. The photograph images and the real life “image” blurred and losing the sense of real and not real. So when the changes come we simply don’t care or pay attention.
There is an inevitable inflation of images, no doubt about this analysis. Maybe ‘honesty’ is a suitable criterion in making pictures and in analyzing photography: the ‘photographic photography’ and the never ending flood of Tumblr-pictures of cigarette smoke, girl’s underwear, slept mattresses and so on… But ‘honesty’ is not a very interesting tool to many people, artists and art experts included.
It might not be called ‘artistic’ in a way, but I’m convinced that honest photography (for instance about the decay of Athens) will be considered at least as ‘interesting’, later on. When anonymous people will try to make money out of your images. Maybe we should simply accept this and consider our way of making pictures as ‘breathing’. Or as an addiction, in my case.
‘Acceptance’ becomes my constantly repeated faith, these days…
If you have planes to make a book with your photographs, I would buy it. I really like your work!!
Plans or planes; these are both elements of my wishes. We’ll see… I’ve made several books with Blurb, but so far nobody noticed – except for mister and mrs Blurb, when i paid the bill… Still I am a strong ‘book-believer’: the book as keeper of pictures. But my commercial spirit is rather…absent, I guess. Let’s say this conclusion isn’t turning me unhappy all the time. 🙂
Thx for your compliments.
My commercial spirit is rather absent too… So, I know what you mean.
Have a nice weekend, with plans and planes 😉
with fans, without chains…
Have a nice weekend too i Sverige….
🙂
*plans