So many years will be spent searching, studying, classifying, before my life is secured, carefully arranged and labelled in a safe place – secure against theft, fire and nuclear war – from whence it will be possible to take it out and assemble it at any point. Then, being thus assured of never dying, I may finally rest.
– Christian Boltanski from Research and Presentation of All That Remains of My Childhood 1944-150
My relationship with photography is flatlining. I’ll never get it to do what I want it to do, nor will it ever push me forward in that “career-like” direction. While I was browsing through blogs, I came across this post at Mrs. Deane’s “Nothing is too amazing to be true” about new brutalist photography.
I couldn’t agree more. The idea that “photography is not meant to produce meanings” is something I buy whole heartedly.
Combine this with the Dogme 95 manifesto and the thought of making art again doesn’t seem so horrifying.