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simply stated: a photograph, without regard of it’s production method, slices time. like a surgical scalpel, it dices a moment from the now and allows us to share a notion of how the world affects us on an individual level. these slices of time - tiny fragments of the larger picture - allow us to step into the mind space of the composer. if the execution is perfect, we feel what was felt in that precise instant of capture. as i’ve continued to grow as a photographer i’ve come to the realization that the resultant images, in a sense, reveal more the soul of the creator than that of the subject itself, thus laying bare the image-maker’s moral structure and lived experience. at this point photography becomes art. |
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