I think it's usually a mistake when photographers concentrate on emulating painters. There a long tradition of it, a sustained hundred year long vain attempt to enter the inner sanctum of 'the arts', from which 'regular photographs' were excluded for so long. The logic seemed to be if you could make your pictures look like respected old master paintings then maybe they would be considered real art. It still goes on today, even though the 'old guard' curators who abhorred photography as having no merit have largely, though not entirely, faded away, like some old album of sepia photographs. I have to admit it is the case that some of the painting-referential, conceptial photographers of the 80's, such as Jeff Wall, admittedly did help open that heavy, prestigious door marked 'Culture' just enough and the rest is (art) history.
A copy of a Jitka Hanzlová's book was waiting for me when I got home from work today. It's still shrink-wrapped as it is too lovely to open. There's several recent purchases that are never opened. The cover succeeds perfectly as a photograph, by Velasquez. I forgive her.
A copy of a Jitka Hanzlová's book was waiting for me when I got home from work today. It's still shrink-wrapped as it is too lovely to open. There's several recent purchases that are never opened. The cover succeeds perfectly as a photograph, by Velasquez. I forgive her.
