Is art objective?
Is it personal?
Is it a person? A place? A thing?
Art can evoke many feelings. Emotion can be built into a piece of art.
What makes something collectable, or classic?
Yes, it seems these ideas are subjective. But one thing is sure. Most of us can at least recognize what we like. Even if it does not fit into a box someone else would recognize as art.
I like to surround myself with the things I love. I feel calm and comfortable among these things. Many of my favorite surroundings however are not “things”, they are people. My loved ones. Those who share my past, my memories, and experiences. Those whose faces I am so familiar with; they need not even speak for me to know what is on their mind. All their expressions are mapped in my memory.
So, art to me is more and more becoming a who and not a what.
And with the passing of time, as we all grow older, becoming an unfamiliar shadow of our past selves, capturing a pose, a motion, an expression so familiar is the place where I find the most tranquility.
My photography is art in a Time Capsule.