Sentimental value of photographs.

What is sentiment in a photograph? What does emotion stand for in a photo as an object and as a document? How emotion is on a photo and what brings the sentimental up and should it? Photographing important personal events is a necessity, people one knows are there together, places, trips, achievements, parties, fun, happiness, togetherness, comfort, safety, belonging, love, warmth. What is the sentimental there as it is evident it is a large part of the attraction photographing entails and a big part of what we wish to have for ourselves. Is it the purpose of photographing, to capture, own, show, memorize, leave behind and witness? To witness how we existed, how we were, have been, what is good there in us and what we now miss, what is different, what is the same, how we have changed. Photo is evidence and information to evaluate our progress, state of being, state of mind, state of living and feeling, proof of having lived, proof of something, existing. It is part of our bodies in a sense that photo is a moment in time we have lived, captured in time, having felt something and continuing that feeling by looking at it, maybe. Memorising emotions is peculiar.

We tag others and ourselves on photos by taking a photo, choosing that this is important and interesting. Making a personal view into an object and onto it something worth while to be held, achieved, archived and looked at, shown, an occasion with importance to us. We can be looked at and see what was there then, and is now. With a touch of a button. Holding a device through which we look at and approve of the becoming image partly in control partly not. Result is always a bit surprising. It is choosing of what to look at, what is interesting to us, how and telling a story of us for us. Probably the reason most people photograph is to have an emotional moment immortalised, smiling, being part of this image making, looking happy, showing off happiness, place where faces matter. How is an image emotional is an interesting question and what does a face mean. For most photos we have hold a meaning of memorizing and keeping a diary. It is a bit festive and an occasion to be photographed, positioning things and people in a frame, in a space, to be in spotlight. To have that possibility of going back and looking at a product which is a kind of miraculous thing in the everyday. Us being part of that product and producing it, images of ourselves on and on, how do they change? What is the personal and unique there? Just a wonder of modern innovation at reach for everybody to celebrate us, our personal capabilities as photographers, our personal views and how personal is now? What is unique and  personal now? A photo is a celebration still, always, no matter how banal the medium. But it is not banal as it is an occasion. The amount make it banal or the way people photograph?

When there is sentimental value placed on an image, it is tragic, it is personal and taken for personal reasons, so why show it in public? Meaning of rememberance for people seems to be high, as has sharing. Of having lost items that have sentimental value, personal value as items, photos are one of a kind. They have captured the person. Is it complete? Nostalgia is about sense of loss and time, distance between. Purpose of loss and beauty there is meaningful and full, of having lost something is for us to feel that things vanish, we ache because of this, things and people are gone for good and fragility there is what is beautiful. Photos reminding us of the state of imbalance, and happiness is a momentary state of ours.

What is sentimental value of a thing other than it is not just a thing?

Where is art when it is not seen? Artless world.

The gap in between worlds is enormous. Barriers between classes, interests, where importance lies widen the gap where even though we speak the same language in practice we do not understand each other. That is normal and it is normal to explain something which is completely self-evident and everyday to me to someone who still does not understand because worldview is stuck and non-movable. To believe one’s own bullshit comes out of belief that one is absolutely correct and has a right to believe in illusions. That that other one knows nothing, is nothing, is below for many irrational reasons. My choices and reality is incomprehensible to someone who sees only the surface of it and is not interested in seeing it deeper, does not want to know that there are more to things than what one sees. This is one important aspect and teaching in art. There are more to people and things than meets the eye. Still even people who work in art are fixed with a very thin way of looking which is astounding always again and again. Still there are those who make conclusions and assumptions because they think they know better, they know more. Learn this you never know enough to make judgments of someone, especially if you have only heard a rumor or seen her. Believe me, I do not have to say anything for the train to begin. Interesting is how similar stereotyping is no matter where one goes, how deep misogyny and hatred run.

Art is at the moment for those who look for it. You can live without any contact with art, without having to think art, see art (fine art especially). But art is everywhere we just like to label art and nonart. I have been wondering why this is although art is the very bread. It is hard work to think and that is what people like to avoid, so to avoid art is part of this pleasure of not bothering, not interested in, does not concern me- thinking. Does art have to be recognized as art and be valued as a piece for it to be art? The more segregated and monetized business art is the more it is viewed as valuable or not valuable, more separated go see wonder. Is it something which could be avoided? Yes but the need to make money and be great is bigger.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/oct/02/david-goliath-malcolm-gladwell-review

David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits and the Art of Battling Giants by Malcolm Gladwell – review

http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2016/feb/15/delacroix-and-the-rise-of-modern-art-review-national-gallery?CMP=twt_a-artanddesign_b-gdnartanddesign

http://www.forbes.com/sites/valleyvoices/2016/02/04/why-the-internet-will-loosen-the-iron-grip-men-have-on-the-art-world/?utm_campaign=Forbes&utm_source=TWITTER&utm_medium=social&utm_channel=Technology&linkId=20967411#b763a7010ce7

http://filmmakeriq.com/2015/12/art-and-masturbation/

http://networkcultures.org/geert/2016/02/12/merijn-oudenampsen-on-the-hermetic-contemporary-arts-discourse/

 

What is art fighting for or is it the institutions that choose the proper fight for the context for the eyes of the privileged and easily traumatized?

https://www.indexoncensorship.org/2015/10/youth-advisory-board-discuss-censorship-of-art/ “When we reach a point that art depicting toy to depict a terrorist threat is considered too dangerous for public consumption, one has to wonder what we are really fighting for.”

Censorship is the one that has always been there for me whether it is in form of self-censoring which women do instinctively, or the authority has done the censoring and called it curating or editing or just looking away. Usually it is disapproving without discussion and show of contempt for the artist. Something that must be only perfect has a perverse side to it. Art is not about depicting a perfect world, perfect people looking perfect doing perfect things and being great, only great and wonderfully glorified. World glorified, artist glorified, art something that matches the interior and appeals to aesthetic taste is a trend which is forcing itself still as we are given big names and stars, proper contents packaged, expensive gladly, not bad light on rulers, not politics, not ugliness, not cursing, business-likeness which has taken the art world is obvious. We are here to sell and please.

So art on menstruation, female genitals, sex, pornography, bombs, terrorism, art world pretense and phoniness, cleaners, garbage, dirt, prostitution often are banned, scrutinized or at least artist’s mental health is questioned and her intentions. Those topics may be more suitable for male artists too, but still daring. He is so daring and brave, she is just odd and dangerous. To say the word clitoris aloud is difficult, so I am interested why so, to watch pornographic images which are on the net for all to see displayed in art context cause a stir. Scandal is why art scene is so conservative, still sexist and prudish, still perverse. I also wonder what kind of people art is for and what is expected of art, why these expectations do not match with desires of an artist to explore openly, discuss and show what world is like.

For artist to do what is expected is dangerous.

These are sad times. We still live in Stone Age! I lost my virginity while sporting and after that my life has taken a strange turn. Curve. Bing.

What the hell did you do?! I was grabbing my ball and then it happened. Probably some male gazed my ass and buum. That is horrible. Now you cannot get married and you are a disgrace to your family. Yes, what can a girl do. Virginity is my dearest possession or was. Now I am nothing. Life is a bitch. Btw, your virginity is in your ass? I think it is in lots of places, not just there, downstairs, behind, I don’t know. So girls be careful. Really Really careful. You so don’t know what can happen to you when playing ball.  Amazing. and sad. How do you know you lost your virginity? How do you know you lost it? How did it feel? That is odd, I felt nothing.

1.(archaeology) A broad prehistoric period during which humans widely used stone for toolmaking. 2.(figuratively, informal) Any extremely primitive or undeveloped era. w

Kinky stuff.