Post Modern Antiquities

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Lovely piece of abstract art with red letterings adding a character to it .

In spite of being a potpourri of graffiti, rust and torn paper, the scene has a wonderful coherence thanks to your clever composition. Great work!

I tried what I promised to try in my last comment, Jack! It doesn't go!

 

Cheers

 

PDE

Fine juxtaposition of varied elements. Best regards.

A museum piece and a visit there where the atmosphere will allow unhurried appreciation for all of the details. Discovery after discovery, assembly, synthesis and then global  understanding.

An extraordinarily captured multimedia piece - suitable for framing and displaying prominently on a large, bare wall in my house.  Quite aside from my willingness to be a bit selfish, I agree that it is a museum piece.  The small patches of vivid color play very well in the same sandbox with the predominant black graffiti.

 

Another favorite . . .

Hello Jack:

Thank you very much for your comment. Interesting to find some synergy, come parallelism in subjects for snapshots. I don't know in your case, but in mine, it is really a silent protest against so much trash abounding in every "clear space". Regardless of this very interesting capture, and again, in my very personal opinion, since humans (mostly) do not defecate like dogs just everywhere, some of them leave their excretions….well…..everywhere. I think their purpose is to soil, to leave a cowardly mark of having been there. At least, lions, dogs, and other natural beasts mark their territory for a purpose. The human beast marks it for spite. For example, if you take the graffiti out of this image, you have - mostly - some sort of graphic communication attempt among humans. The huge black mark just voids everything, denoting an exacerbated inferiority complex and a negation of human communication through words and letters….But as you see, you have me wondering and pondering on the realms of the psyche, as only your magnificent captures can. 

Finally, I wonder why great (truly great and renowned) museums treat these excretions of the human being as art….so one has to go to "great" museums only to see (but not smell) what curators found on the street and elevated their finds to the status of "art", whatever that means nowadays.

DG

Thank you, I appreciate the response to this picture. It's a fact of life that street commandos, spray paint artistes and taggers have decided to use any and all surfaces for their own personal canvases. Like mosquitoes in summer, there's no use railing against the whines as they buzz close by in their seemingly unquenchable thirst for our blood. There's always the pleasure of nailing one and seeing the red stain on our hands. In the case of graffiti and signage, you can always mine something beautiful or at least interesting from the overlapping scribbles and fragments if you take the time to look. This one is a particular favorite of mine.

I think your comment deserves a particular response of its own. I certainly understand your feelings about graffiti and the trashing of our environment. I try to be aware of my impact, personally, but that's all I can really control. As for the graffiti itself, I find it's helpful as an artist and a photographer (I consider myself more the former than the latter) not to judge the world around me when I photograph it but to accept it as it is. This doesn't mean that I don't personally have strong feelings about what's going on around me, it's just that I find I have to fight against my biases, judgements and conditioning if I'm going to get to that place I want to reach as an artist. There has to be a clear distinction between Jack Mc Ritchie the social animal, even the activist, and the Jack Mc Ritchie who finds himself in the here and now of the world as it is.

 

I once took a picture of some plastic bags floating in some stagnant rain water that had accumulated in the broken foundations of a razed building. I showed it to a lady I was acquainted with and she was appalled. She couldn't understand why I had taken a picture of trash. She actually got quite hot about it and refused to see the picture in any other manner than the way she perceived it. But the truth was, I had never seen trash but rather a chance composition, an abstract geometrical division of light and dark and plastic bags that floated across the water like clouds. It was completely devoid of editorial comment, at least on my part. It appealed to me then and still remains one of my favorite photos. I'll see if I can upload it for you.