While drinking coffee this morning, I came across an interesting quote and now I have some thinking to do.
We could define it as sculpting in time. Just as a sculptor takes a lump of marble, and, inwardly conscious of the features of his finished piece, removes everything that is not part of it—so the film-maker, from a ‘lump of time’ made up of an enormous, solid cluster of living facts, cuts off and discards whatever he does not need, leaving only what is to be an element of the finished film, what will prove to be integral to the cinematic image.Andrei Tarkovsky – Sculpting in Time
Tarkovsky is talking about the role of a director here, but in my mind he could be defining a photographer as well. I haven’t read the book and now I need to. I feel the only difference between Tarkovsky’s vision of a director and mine of a photographer is the length of the narrative. A photographer has to be infinitely more concise, and impart more mystery. A photographer is not afforded the luxury of being too exact in their intent.
I think this may be why I feel compelled to sometimes document what I am seeing further with a paragraph. Which in some ways also means I have failed to impart all the meaning to the photo I intended when I took it. Makes me think about what I can do to change that.
It is always interesting when I find a gap in my knowledge and have the pleasure of filling it in.
The holidays are upon us, like some mixture of a creeping dread and an immersion in a stream of nostalgia. I often find the days are given significance that they do not warrant, in that change can happen whenever the choice is made for it to. I think that’s why I didn’t really realize the changes I am experiencing while they were happening.
Since the film community has fragmented online interaction has all but halted and I feel in some ways photography is returning to what it used to be for me, a largely solitary pursuit.
Twitter is a dumpster fire but I go back to see some people who have not left it. I am having a bad user experience on Mastodon. Many things simply do not work, from images not loading in apps to having to find and re-follow people I follow over and over again. The topics I follow are starting to actually be about those topics. Initially they were all posts about how morally superior someone was for leaving Twitter or how the influx of Twitter users is ruining everything. Flickr seems to be more like an abandoned town, with groups I used to be a member of having no new posts for years. Still searching for some folks and hoping to find them active. The local photography group I am part of turned toward street photography, which I am not much on. Grainery is far better than Insta, and I like it a lot. I’ll stay on there.
So it seems I’ll be returning to forays in to new spaces on foot, in 4Runner, on bicycle (when I get back in shape) or by train, with the most beautiful woman in the world by my side. There is no real downside to that.