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Not sure if this is relevant. Here is a photo I took sometime back. I had a strong feeling, it was a portrait of my 3 year old daughter. I actually uploaded it to a gallery named portraits on PN.

 

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Supriyo, your image is quite self-explanatory. To you, the image is a portrait of your daughter. To others, it may be a still-life. To the PN folks, who knows? And does it really matter, except to those who revel in putting things into little boxes made of ticky tacky (with apologies to Malvina Reynolds), which genre best suits the image?

Not sure if this is relevant. Here is a photo I took sometime back. I had a strong feeling, it was a portrait of my 3 year old daughter. I actually uploaded it to a gallery named portraits on PN.
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It's a gut level one. It's contact of a kind I don't get elsewhere. I get to touch a "historical fact" in a way I would not without that picture.

 

But to have this experience, to touch and be touched by this photographic historical fact, I won't find it in the words of a dead art critic or theorist like Szarkowski. I have to go to my shoe box or my family album and look at the pictures.

 

Fred, what you stated here is what I should have stated in connection wit Supriyo's image.

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Supriyo, your image is quite self-explanatory.

 

"People give more to pictures than they take from them." —
Marcel Duchamp

 

"To use a horse to show that a horse is not a horse is not as good as using a non-horse to show that a horse is not a horse." —
Chuang Tzu

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"People give more to pictures than they take from them." —
Marcel Duchamp

 

"To use a horse to show that a horse is not a horse is not as good as using a non-horse to show that a horse is not a horse." —
Chuang Tzu

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The sound of one hand clapping is silence, Julie.

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The St. Louis Zoo

by Carol Frost

 

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In late-summer air thick with rose and lily, I felt the old malevolence;

the snake tonguing the air, as if to tell me of its dreaming: — birds of paradise

 

gemming a pond; the unspooling; soft comings on, soft, soft

gestures, twisted and surreptitious; the shock; the taste; the kingdom.

 

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