Tag: art
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The symbiosis between personal and commercial work
Who are you taking pictures for? That’s a question that photojournalists hear a lot. But, I think ALL photographers should be asking themselves that question. In the process of sorting that question out, most photographers divide their efforts into “personal work,” and “commercial work.” I am not so sure about the wisdom of such clear
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Blurring the lines between art and commerce
You hear and read a lot about how the lines between the worlds of art photography and commercial photography are continually being blurred. In most ways that is good. I recently lived through a particularly interesting experience that shows just how much these once distinctive realms are blurring.
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Creative evolution of my project “Concurrence: India” (a video)
This podcast explores the creative evolution of my project, “Concurrence: India.” The work evolved from a literal reportage on globalization to a more personal exploration of the fluctuating encounter between the eternal and the modern.
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Important things to know about the business of photography
If it seems like I am obsessed with the business of photography, I am. That is mostly because I make my living as a photographer so the general state of the photography market interests (and impacts) me directly. However, I am also interested on a more philosophical level.
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Photography, poetry and crossing disciplines
I stumbled across a great quote recently. It is about poets, but I immediately thought how it applies to photographers. Following on my last entry, about the importance of practice, I got to thinking about how a lot of things cross the lines that appear to divide different mediums, but really are common to most
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The history of photography of California farmworkers
In politics there is the so-called “Washington read” which, according to Word Spy is: “The perusal of a book in a bookstore that consists of checking the index for references to oneself and reading only those parts of the book.” I never thought I would live to see the day when I did my own