I am only human, so I react to a recent hate attack on what is "fake", staged and on whether I should continue to use the term street photography.
People seek freedom and the very same people erect walls. The most moron of the creatures, man, the most oxymoron producer among art adepts, the photographer.
Why on earth, categorise art, why put boundaries … my secret dream is to see street photographers capturing devastated brides, and wedding photographers (ab)using church, priests and spouses in creating the creepiest of realities, revealing the most disturbing of the truths.
I feel undeclared pleasure seeing action photographers mutilating doped athletes for a symbolic image of hypocrisy. I admire wildlife observers putting down their top-notch cameras and, with a polaroid, portraying the brainless crowds leaving a hemorrhagic corrida.
Why? Because we should not seek adulation, we should only mirror our beliefs through a camera's mirror (or a simulacrum thereof); produce a photograph deprived of pretentious expectations, liberated from opportunism.
The fact that the individual sees and interprets a picture differently does not change the picture itself.
The photograph's fate and combat is only one. To stay timeless, to exist independently from the brains and the eyes of the beholder and even of the author itself.
Therefore, no comment for the image presented! Many have tried to photograph kids playing in plastic spheres, very few have made it to give plasticity to an otherwise habitual seeing.
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