I do make a difference.

Sentimental value of photographs.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

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?

Women who do not fit the category given to them. Could be also said people who do not fit in and there are many.

| Henna Timanttimetsä
What is to fit in,; in what do we need to fit in? In highly controlled societies to my experience mental illness, out-of-order behavior, oddness scare people and bring out feelings of contempt. Such oddities must be cleaned away for them not to influence and inflict disorder and issues too demanding to handle and face. It has been a great disappointment and constant topic of surprise to find out over and over again the relic of disgust against those who do not fit in. For many just being an artist is a case of severe mental imbalance and distancing begins to we and them. This happens inside art and out of the so-called scene which itself is highly disturbing dilemma in modern society, dilemma of why there is an entity of art world that delusional protects space of its own, note space of its own ideology. We surely know what does that resemble of. Is she ok, is she presentable, is she good and so forth: Can she be a seriously taken artist, respect? Obviously good is something that is strictly defined and those who are wed to know what is good know without saying anything, without thinking what good is, could be and of course what is bad.
Personal experience here is important. It is actually all from which to grow.
I have an experience of being abandoned. Abandonment is the sole experience of mine that is the biggest and happens over and over again. Something I cannot understand but have to try because of the repetition. There is something wrong in me, with me is the message and I have to hate myself for those reasons. To hate myself is to abandon myself. When hate turns against oneself one begins to get ill. Because of what I look like, because of my gender, because of the things I choose to do, choose to be and say there are very peculiar hateful responses that put me in place of different, of not belonging which equal the experience of everything that is ill in society not in me. Being a wrong kind of person is in me the illness of society, in me, but nothing in everybody else. It is strange to be the only one to bear a burden of existing as different. Lunacy there is in display. It is that one person has to be isolated because she is a threat on many levels. One striking occasion for me personally, one of many was when I was about sixteen and I was going out with my friends to a disco. I put on little make-up which I rarely did and a tight black long dress. I was not told directly that I look too beautiful to fit in that dress, to that punch of friends, to be approved of as beautiful. I was let to understand with innuendos and left alone at the disco. What I did was wrong because my looks must not be celebrated, not to be put in front and I could not be striking. Nothing and no one should strike out but to blend in. I could not celebrate myself. My appearance has been a burden for the reason of the striking difference and attention it brings. The moment of being left alone was a complete wake up and the silence has been and was a tale of all that is negative, disapproval and that I should not be any different. Me to speak of my appearance is itself banned topic since it is to celebrate myself and that I cannot do. We have nothing but a world full of examples where women are to blame for their bodies and their looks and they are punished for being women.
Scissor Sisters – Any Which Way

http://rabble.ca/books/reviews/2015/07/probing-psychiatry-and-business-madness?utm_content=buffer2454f&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer“You give a very comprehensive history of the origins of psychiatry. And of course, historically, women were often psychiatrized for behaving in certain ways…or just existing in the world, right?

Women were psychiatrized either for stereotypically being women, or for veering too far from the stereotypes. Either one. As for what’s happening now, today, there is no question that there are stereotypical women’s diseases — e.g., “borderline personality disorder” — and there is no question that women are way more likely to end up being given a “disorder” than a man, also to be given more serious ones.”