'There must be some one quality without which a work of art cannot exist; possessing which, in the least degree, no work is altogether worthless. What is this quality? What quality is shared by all objects that provoke our aesthetic emotions? What quality is common to Sta. Sophia and the windows at Chartres, Mexican sculpture, a Persian bowl, Chinese carpets, Giotto's frescoes at Padua, and the masterpieces of Poussin, Piero della Francesca, and Cezanne? Only one answer seems possible - significant form. In each, lines and colors combined in a particular way, certain forms and relations of forms, stir our aesthetic emotions' - Clive Bell,
Art.
How very true.
It is most unfortunate that its in that particular area that my peers surpass me.
I point my finger toward a modest photo gallery of a friend,
here.
Now, this is not an advertisement to draw attention to his shots, and although they are nowhere Clive Bell's ambitious (and ambiguous, for that matter) description, they still follow much closer than mine.
Not to self-praise or anything, but the only area in which I even come close to matching his is in raw emotion, and even then, its not evident in my photographs.
Oh, did I mention none of his photos underwent photoshop?
You can imagine how much work I input into each and every photo taken (besides 'A Roow with a View', which looks awkward) just to give the illusion of foreboding darkness and loss.
Some are just lucky to be blessed with multiple talents.
Sadness
