I am currently scanning a number of negative taken years ago, maybe thirty or forty years ago to be exact. Some of the images I have printed in both the darkroom and digitally.
I am starting to realize that my interpretation of what these images should look like is changing. In some cases the change is drastic.
This is a result of both the technology and my own interpretation of the negative. The more I think about it, it may be just now that the negative is revealing its content in a way that I was unable to visualize earlier. This is starting to sound deeply philosophical........
For year, dealers in fine photography have tried to convince the public that prints made closer to the time that a photographer made the negative are more valuable because they more closely represent the photograph in the photographer's mind at the time he or she took the photograph. What a bunch of bull. Every time I make a print I try to make it better than I have ever printed it before.
Most of the photographers I know shoot when they feel like shooting. The exploration of the negative comes later. Maybe some photographers stop exploring their negatives after they make what they think is the ultimate print. I think there are still things to be discovered. A negative doesn't always reveal all its content immediately. (Lordy this is getting heavy!)
I think that photographers who stop exploring the content of the negative/file are cutting the images off from the photographer's growth as an artist.
Just a thought.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
This image was taken in Vienna, Austria through a bus window at night. I am a little bewildered as to why this image appeals to me so much. It just does.
There is a certain isolation. Are they together? Are they lost in their own worlds? Does it matter? It creates questions in my mind. This image will stay fresh in my mind forever.
I find that for me, the best images leave something for me to question. They don't answer all the questions.
I think Charles Sheeler, the great artist, and I would have understood each other or at least gotten along. His art incorporated many industrial scenes. He may have understood why. I’m not sure why I am drawn to industrial scenes and images that very few want to hang on their walls, but I am.
The above image is an example of what I am talking about. No one is going to be drawn to this image but I am. I don’t know why, I just am.