Like Pete I find this topic very interesting, particularly because I hadn’t thought about it at all until Mike talked about it in relation to the ice-trapped rock. Here are some random thoughts. I’ve talked mostly about drawing as a parallel to photography as I’m so new to the latter.
The subjects I’m interested in are almost identical to those that Pete talked about, and I also have no idea what that says about me or why I shy away from all that’s new and conventionally pretty.
I haven’t done enough photography yet to know what my choice of subject says about me but I think it’s what I *don’t* choose to photograph that reflects what I am at this time. I avoid photographing people or any modern man-made things, which signals a love of old things, nature and solitude.
When I was younger things were quite the opposite. I did a lot of dip pen and ink drawings of imaginary people and creatures done purely for pleasure. I have never once thought of ‘expressing myself’ or making my drawings have any purpose. They were never my babies (a concept I can never understand) and I lost interest in them the moment they were finished. The process was everything. I’ve given them all away but have one etching and a photo of the last one I did but never finished. The photo of it blurs a lot of the detail and there was too much wrong with it to continue but it will illustrate what kind of thing I was doing.
So the drawings had no meaning for me but people used to say they saw all kinds of symbolic things in them. That was fine by me but others had trouble accepting that there was no deeper meaning in them and it seemed important to them that I expressed what was in my mind when I drew them. I could never oblige. I have no hidden depths. They were simply drawings which gave me pleasure.
I first saw Mike’s rock as a lovely image. Then I saw the face and could not unsee it. When I read the story behind the photo, my vision of it was changed again and it became an image of Mike trapped at some past time. When Paul said it reminded him of a satellite photo, the scale of the face was transformed. The same thing happens for me when looking at a painting. The more I know about the creation of it and the artist’s life the more it changes.
Photography has more meaning for me than drawing. Although I now draw simple found objects like feathers and stones I find myself more emotionally attached to my photos, and photography has obsessed me in a way that drawing never did. Not quite sure why that is either
Looking forward to hearing other people’s experiences…
(Blimey, that was long. Do forgive me, I can’t find my editing button at all today
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Cheers,
Kate