"If the photographer has truly tried everything else then the only reason for their failure is their complete lack of artistic ability or technical skill."
Abe, I can only conclude that we have lost ourselves, and that the bomb may finish the job permanently, and it just doesn't matter, we have not loved life...I cannot accept my conclusions, and so I must continue this photographic investigation further and deeper.
The photographer should have already discovered a number of sites online where he could upload his pictures and have them critiqued by other photographers, for free. He would not only be acknowledged they exist, he would be given a knowledgeable evaluation of his skills and suggestions of how to improve his skills.
I know some don't appreciate links to other sites so I won't do that, but if there's some way to pass that information along, let me know. I'll check back over the next couple of days at least.
I think some are slightly misinterpreting the image. Just to clarify, this is not a real photo! It is a Photoshopped mashup. I took the original photo from http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/83113488/ then blended in my own handwritten note. Remember folks, don't believe everything you think!
As for sharing photos online, I think most people are aware of that outlet including this guy. But that's the whole point of the joke, to poke fun at Maslow's hierarchy and how it might apply to the sometimes insular world of photography. It's an absurd sign. An absurd act. An absurd world. OK, moving on....
Hmm, in some way original note is very connected to p.shopped one. Both of them are at dead end - when a man is without ideas, energy ... asking for / some kind / of help... thank's, B.
A street photographer was attending some college classes between photo projects. He had completed solo shows in New York and Los Angeles. One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed stock photographer and a member of the istockphoto. One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling while holding a potato and flatly stated, "Blake Andrews, if you are real, then I want you to photograph this potato in an ironic way. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes." The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am Blake Andrews. I'm still waiting." It got down to the last couple of minutes when the street photographer got out of his chair, went up to the potato, and photographed it from several angles. The professor was dumbstruck. The street photographer went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. The professor eventually looked at the resulting photographs, noticeably shaken, looked at the street photographer and asked, "What the heck is the matter with you? Why did you do that?" The street photographer calmly replied, "Blake Andrews was too busy photographing intersecting lines to deal with a piss-ant stock photographer like you. So, He sent me."
"If the photographer has truly tried everything else then the only reason for their failure is their complete lack of artistic ability or technical skill."
ReplyDelete~ Abraham Lincoln, 1856
Abe, I can only conclude that we have lost ourselves, and that the bomb may finish the job permanently, and it just doesn't matter, we have not loved life...I cannot accept my conclusions, and so I must continue this photographic investigation further and deeper.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry they exist ... every image has a place in this world :)
ReplyDeletep.s. Any info about photographer, web adress or something?
The photographer should have already discovered a number of sites online where he could upload his pictures and have them critiqued by other photographers, for free. He would not only be acknowledged they exist, he would be given a knowledgeable evaluation of his skills and suggestions of how to improve his skills.
ReplyDeleteI know some don't appreciate links to other sites so I won't do that, but if there's some way to pass that information along, let me know. I'll check back over the next couple of days at least.
Where are the photographs?
ReplyDeleteI think some are slightly misinterpreting the image. Just to clarify, this is not a real photo! It is a Photoshopped mashup. I took the original photo from http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/83113488/ then blended in my own handwritten note. Remember folks, don't believe everything you think!
ReplyDeleteAs for sharing photos online, I think most people are aware of that outlet including this guy. But that's the whole point of the joke, to poke fun at Maslow's hierarchy and how it might apply to the sometimes insular world of photography. It's an absurd sign. An absurd act. An absurd world. OK, moving on....
Wait a minute! Does it mean that Tintin and Batman were not really taking stock of Kawauchi in your previous blog entry??
DeleteIt's a good 'shop job. Well done!
DeleteHmm, in some way original note is very connected to p.shopped one. Both of them are at dead end - when a man is without ideas, energy ... asking for / some kind / of help... thank's, B.
DeleteA street photographer was attending some college classes between photo projects. He had completed solo shows in New York and Los Angeles. One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed stock photographer and a member of the istockphoto. One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling while holding a potato and flatly stated, "Blake Andrews, if you are real, then I want you to photograph this potato in an ironic way. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes."
ReplyDeleteThe lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am Blake Andrews. I'm still waiting."
It got down to the last couple of minutes when the street photographer got out of his chair, went up to the potato, and photographed it from several angles. The professor was dumbstruck. The street photographer went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence.
The professor eventually looked at the resulting photographs, noticeably shaken, looked at the street photographer and asked, "What the heck is the matter with you? Why did you do that?"
The street photographer calmly replied, "Blake Andrews was too busy photographing intersecting lines to deal with a piss-ant stock photographer like you.
So, He sent me."
They exist sweety. because you exist!!!!
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