Fictive History
Am I getting stodgy or mired in preconceived notions of what I like in a photo? I went to an exhibit today that was experimental—I guess. I like abstracts, non-representational art, colors that fight one another—but this exhibit seemed slip shod.
It isn't enough to announce that you're flirting with cutting edge unless your flirtation amounts to something—if you're going to display your work.
Mixed in with these pedestrain photos were some interesting pieces that recomposed images. I liked the way an image could be taken apart and put together again—and again.
Isn't that the way we retell our stories?
It isn't enough to announce that you're flirting with cutting edge unless your flirtation amounts to something—if you're going to display your work.
Mixed in with these pedestrain photos were some interesting pieces that recomposed images. I liked the way an image could be taken apart and put together again—and again.
Isn't that the way we retell our stories?
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