How many years I photograph, as much as I look at the photos of other photographers. Well, that should be logical. After all, everything is known in comparison. Someone is better than mine, someone worse. But lately, I have noticed a trend of "worse is better." At first, this happened with film photography. People began to deliberately add glare, hair, dust, overexposures and partial flare to the picture due to a malfunction of the shutter. What the f*ck are you doing?
My first teacher taught me from the very beginning to make photography extremely sharp, and then everything else. If the picture is blurry - to the urn! Further, if there are overexposures - to the urn! If the horizon is heavily littered, if the composition is violated, if the photo did not work out due to a technical malfunction of the camera - everything is going in the ballot box! I brought all the photos, but then I began to make a selection of the best so as not to waste extra time and nerves on screening out bad pictures. Now what? Incomprehensible blurred light spots with high noise, hard overexposures with gross violation of the components of the frame - and this is all called conceptual photography. It is better to go to the exhibition of Soviet avant-garde artists - there will be more meaning, aesthetic pleasure and other benefits.
I can do that too. This is very simple! I have a whole collection of even historical failed or poorly received photos of a decade ago on a primitive phone camera. Yes, it's just the masterpieces will be! And how much information and meaning is in them. Behind each photo lies a whole story from my life and beyond. Maybe they should be sent to some elite exhibition? Probably I can get an elite prize!
Let's I still show you the courtyard spaces!
Perhaps I, too, am not perfect, since I shoot everything in a row. Sometimes I don’t understand from the reaction of the public whether it gives them pleasure to contemplate my pictures.
After all, what I see and capture, touches primarily only me.
A couple of years ago, I did not feel the space around me, although there were already inclinations.
The turning point in me happened when the plots for postcard views.
And the final revolution in consciousness occurred after a meeting with Sergey Maksimishin. At first I thought that they were taking some kind of garbage, and then it came...awareness.
Since then, I began to look at the world differently.
No, I’ve been strange for a long time, one might even say from birth. But oddities do not become smaller throughout life...
The main thing is that living with all the oddities is not boring and even interesting.
See you in the vastness of great consciousness!
