Moment Hunter...
If this "opinion" bothers anyone, well then, you can take it to the board.
I have a problem with photography. There are two venues of photography I'm excluding from my statement: First, is falling into the character of the "tourist" (Everyone is prone to that every now and again); Second, is the, "Hey time to go get complimentary outfits at the Gap (I take special annoyance to this). Now, kids, let's head to Sears and stand in front of a backdrop that makes us look comfortable in our leisure vacation spot, and let us put on the cheesiest fake smiles ever that make our lips start to crack... This way people will think we are better off than we really are... We will fool our family and our friends... and ourselves." Those two ideals are not what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about the Modern Artist. I've come to realize, that anyone and their dog can pull this title off. All it takes is a damn camera and an index finger. All you are doing is hunting moments. If their are 86,400 seconds in a day (that number could be well off, because I hate and suck at math. {I know what you're thinking, a brown boy, sucking at math, that's impossible. Well, yes, again I break down all cultural barriers. Gandhi who?}); but how many more moments are there in a day?
Maybe, I shouldn't be bashing this cultural phenomenon. Maybe I should be encouraging it. I mean the secret is out. "Hey everyone go buy a camera and start clicking away. Start using different angles. Start looking in a whole new perspective through the viewfinder." Well if the secret wasn't out, it is now. Modern art has the depth of George W's vocabulary (that wasn't political, just a funny), so you might as well join in.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
PS: What is going on with this new planet jazz? It's throwing my whole world off...
I have a problem with photography. There are two venues of photography I'm excluding from my statement: First, is falling into the character of the "tourist" (Everyone is prone to that every now and again); Second, is the, "Hey time to go get complimentary outfits at the Gap (I take special annoyance to this). Now, kids, let's head to Sears and stand in front of a backdrop that makes us look comfortable in our leisure vacation spot, and let us put on the cheesiest fake smiles ever that make our lips start to crack... This way people will think we are better off than we really are... We will fool our family and our friends... and ourselves." Those two ideals are not what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about the Modern Artist. I've come to realize, that anyone and their dog can pull this title off. All it takes is a damn camera and an index finger. All you are doing is hunting moments. If their are 86,400 seconds in a day (that number could be well off, because I hate and suck at math. {I know what you're thinking, a brown boy, sucking at math, that's impossible. Well, yes, again I break down all cultural barriers. Gandhi who?}); but how many more moments are there in a day?
Maybe, I shouldn't be bashing this cultural phenomenon. Maybe I should be encouraging it. I mean the secret is out. "Hey everyone go buy a camera and start clicking away. Start using different angles. Start looking in a whole new perspective through the viewfinder." Well if the secret wasn't out, it is now. Modern art has the depth of George W's vocabulary (that wasn't political, just a funny), so you might as well join in.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
PS: What is going on with this new planet jazz? It's throwing my whole world off...