I am rereading John Berger. He writes:
I am contemplating publishing a book of images. Perhaps 30 images or so. In the last four years I have taken more than 100,000 images, and of those made several hundred images. This idea of a book has me looking at the made images again and wondering as to what traces the collection suggests.
I think of this book as a trace, a visible mark that might suggest what I have witnessed through the lens of my camera. A personal geography of sorts, I have passed through. The marks we leave in many ways tell who we are, perhaps far better than our words.
So I am hoping you might help me. I am posting several of the images and would appreciate it if you
You can post your response on the blog or send it to me directly at maryann.reilly58@gmail.com.
Appreciative.
Unlike any other visual image, a photograph is not a rendering, an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but actually a trace of it. No painting or drawing, however naturalist, belongs to its subject in the way that a photograph does.A trace.
I am contemplating publishing a book of images. Perhaps 30 images or so. In the last four years I have taken more than 100,000 images, and of those made several hundred images. This idea of a book has me looking at the made images again and wondering as to what traces the collection suggests.
I think of this book as a trace, a visible mark that might suggest what I have witnessed through the lens of my camera. A personal geography of sorts, I have passed through. The marks we leave in many ways tell who we are, perhaps far better than our words.
So I am hoping you might help me. I am posting several of the images and would appreciate it if you
- might suggest what traces the images suggest
- offer any commentary about the set or a particular image.
You can post your response on the blog or send it to me directly at maryann.reilly58@gmail.com.
Appreciative.
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