Bringing up my newspaper work again (we're talking 40 years ago) my job was to bring back a good picture every time. That was the floor. Still is. Spin me around and drop me anywhere and I'll find a good picture.
I "found" this the other day. Is it a good picture? Technically, yes, but while it's "pretty" and I got the technical stuff right, it leaves me emotionally flat. I asked my wife why that was and she said "Y
ou could have taken it with your phone and posted it to IG, like all the thousands of others and no one would notice it for more than .002 seconds". I was a bit offended that she denigrated my technical skills as being phone level, but I think she's right. about the rest of it.
Is it "art"? Not really, to me.
I'm looking for art. I'm going to work that scene as hard as I know how, pay attention to details, use the right tools and see where it see where it goes.
This, this right here is what I struggle with. Once I find something, I need to SLOW DOWN and work the scene, not just blaze away like a ^%$ tourist with an Instax. Part of the problem is I often don't know
why something grabs me, so I don't know how to capture it, what to include, what to leave out, what to emphasize. Being able to do stuff in post is extremely helpful at times, but if I miss it in the field, sometimes there's no saving it. Maybe taking "pretty" shots is practice?
Do I ever really make art? Who's to say?
Yes, you are the judge - and that's not as narcissistic as it sounds.
I do have some pictures I'm particularly proud of.
Those are art, even if no one else "gets" them. If no one else gets it, the disconnect is in
communication, not whether or not it's art. It's not a "failure" if no one else gets it, because everyone's POV is different.
I have a picture of an old fieldstone wall. It's a tight crop of just the wall. Almost no one else gets it. One person said "
You have a picture of a wall on your wall". Fair enough. A friend of mine got at least something out of it - he noticed all the shapes and textures of the stones and moss and said "
There's a lot going on there". Better yet.
But, when I look at it, I think about the person(s) who built it...and now their hard work has fallen to ruin. (
I'm a ray of sunshine like that). I also think about how, even though the stones were taken from disparate places, and just stacked without regard to anything other than fit, with
time, they all now "belong"; they're harmonious. If you were to Photoshop out one of the stones and "replace" it with a brick, the result would be jarring and ugly.
Strive for art but settle for craftsmanship.
I suppose, but "craftsmanship" gives results like above, and those leave me feeling like I "cheated" by going with "pretty".
Another thing newspapers taught me, today's art is tomorrow's fishwrap. You put it out there and you move on. Catch and release.
Some of my photos still resonate with me, long after I've taken them. I occasionally go back through my catalog
(it's actually more of a kitten-log) and end up nuking stuff from my favorites folder. The ones that don't get voted off the island over time and after many, many run-throughs, are the real winners.
So it's only art if it's good?
No, it's only art if I say it is.

"Good" is in the eye of the beerholder.
Don't know if this is coming off as whiny or esoteric, but I enjoy stretching my brain around stuff like this.