There is an age old argument revolving around whether or not photography can be considered art, which we now have collectively learned to navigate— understanding that painting and photography are two very different creatures. We can embrace some ecstatic individualities about the art of photo making that don’t exist in other mediums, these unique traits blossoming into a vocabulary all their own, a separate language altogether, allowing for some coolly brilliant visions emanating from the creative process. At its very simplest, photography is a translation of light and shadow, an expression that directly matches a seed thought, feeling or intention— and to this end a host of dynamic, personal, intimate and honest motives can be communicated. In a way, an artist cannot hide behind a photo. A photograph makes a precise indication of what the photographer was thinking, feeling and experiencing, an unwavering statement that they can rely on to aid in the formulation of some very delicate and nuanced inklings. When striving to communicate some whisper of beauty sensed, photography captures a fleeting moment of an artist’s roving oculus.
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