Thursday, February 8, 2018

Satire

Warming up for My Sad Project as well as blowing off some steam about a largish trend in photobooks:

Artist's Statement

(On medium because I want to publish it widely, or rub some people's noses in it widely, depending on how you view it, and I hate linking to this blog)

5 comments:

  1. Bwahahaha. I think I've seen that project. A lot.

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  2. It started off great, but grew a bit heavy-handed and tedious. Oh..wait...that was kinda' the point, right?

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    1. Yep. Suck ya in and then punch you in the face. But was it really even long enough to qualify as "tedious"?

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    2. I have to admit I was pretty amused by the idea is a 300 million page art book with a syringe glued to almost every page. Don't tell anyone.

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  3. On the other hand....
    On one of those favored photo forums of yours, Andrew, I posted a photo of a friend onf mine asleep on a bench in the local mall. On a good day he looks like a drug infused sicko with murder in his eyes and ice in his veins. He dresses like someone threw clothes at him in a fight, his breath smells as if he just ate a cane toad, his hair is permanently dreadlocked and he could very well be homeless when his wife kicks him out.
    Other than that, he's a nice bloke with a good income and a fine university education.
    For the effort of imposing his image onto said forum I was called a pauper porn photographer, taking advantage of the less abled, mentally ill, and destitute members of our society and that I should be ashamed of myself.
    Grant you, I was taking advantage of him. He would do the same for me in the circumstances. That's why we are mates.
    I'm not about to do a photo book on him and others like him. I can't stand the smell. Then again, it is safer than photographing children in public or pointing a camera at an attractive lady, or photographing a policeman carrying out his duty, or a soldier in Vietnam or my mother in law.
    What's left to write a book about I ask? 60 pages of flowers perhaps. Or the arse of naked women or dogs?
    My favourite is Sam Abell's SEEING GARDENS. Truly! Just nice pictures of gardens.

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