Monday, January 27, 2014

My Favorite Photo Ever

It is starting to look like a pattern here, two consecutive posts of a reclining nude.  So I'll carve another box with a fish on it soon. 

Art doesn't imitate life, nor vice versa.  They are intertwined.  And while there are many worthy subjects for art, there is none superior to the human form.  It's not just girl parts, though I am a great fan of girl parts.  Michelangelo's "David" may be the best scultpure ever, and there's a post early in this blog (December 2004 "What is not art?") in which I compare some boy parts to parts of David.  Those parts are mine.  There's even another blog called "Self As Object" which uses my form to explore male nudes, if that sort of thing interests you. 

As a fan of photography I have a pantheon of iconic images and photographers to whom I refer.  Weston, Mapplethorpe, Bert Stern, Herb Ritts and dozens of others have produced striking or moving images of female nudes.  I'm not necessarily going toe-to-toe with the big guys, but art exists at the intersection of the work and the audience.  It is a subjective experience and I can't make an empirical case for this photo being better than others, but it moves me more. 


This was shot with a medium format Bronica under natural light.  There is a framed print of it on my wall at home.  I never tire of looking at it.  The light, the form and the subject move me.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Modern Roots

I mentioned earlier in the blog that while I dabble in various media my true love is black and white photography.  I love the smells of a darkroom and the feel of paper in chemicals, and watching an image magically appear.  I also love the iterations of getting it right: change the filter, change the exposure, crop it differently...


The result is what I love.  A timeless image of a beautiful form in natural light.