Since I am still feeling under the weather and my brain isn’t functioning at full capacity, I thought this would be a good week to share some of the photographers who I am currently inspired by.
Who inspires you? Let me know in the comments below! I’m always looking for new artists to discover.
It is very rare for me to have a solid title in mind when I am creating a new piece of work. Often times my process is very fluid and the end piece can end up very different from how it started. Music is a huge influence over the overall vibe I end up creating.
This is a key point and why I have such a hard time naming my pieces. I find it restrictive. When you view an image the name will usually guide you to how the artist desired their piece to be perceived.
The difference between titling a piece “Despair” or “Strength” can have a huge impact on the viewers’ initial reaction on the work. And this is what I have an issue with.
I really prefer to offer up a general vibe and allow the viewer to draw on their own experiences to feel the image in a way that is personal to them – not to me.
This is why you will typically see me using music lyrics or literature quotes as titles. For me, typically, it’s more important to establish the atmosphere of a piece then an exact description.
I have been running into a lot of trouble with this when entering competitions where they need names and descriptions of everything. I wish I could send them a song to listen to while viewing my work!
Does how art is titled effect the way YOU view it?
In this week’s blog I wanted to talk about the artist who first inspired me on my journey as a photographer.
The first photographer who I ever knew by name was Duane Michals, an American Photographer who
would often use photographic sequences in his work to explore myths and mysteries of the human condition.
I remember discovering his work in a photo book I came across as a teenager. There was something
about how he was able to use photography in a narrative way that really drew me to him. One such
sequence that stood out to me is called “Grandpa Goes to Heaven.”(1989)
In this series we see the image of a young boy next
to his dying grandfather. As the series progresses,
we see grandpa sit up and give a smiling wave before he
exists through the window. What always stuck with me
was the way the little boy waves good-bye at the
end. There was something so beautifully simplistic
and innocent about this gesture, while at the same,
time incredibly heart wrenching. In just five images
Michals is able to create a complete narrative
on how death is perceived by the young.
I was hooked. Emotional, impactful, simple,
yet complex- this was the beginning of my
appreciation for the power of photography.