As some of you probably know, my heart was broken in a big way, several months back, and I was truly crushed. I was in the darkest period of my life.
I experienced, saw, and perceived the world in a very negative way. I tend to be very visually expressive of the way that I'm seeing, thinking, experiencing, and feeling, and so this came out in my photography.
Most of my photography from the last half a year or so has had themes of everything either being trapped and dying, or dead and destroyed. The pictures are unrelentingly bleak, desolate, gloomy, and harrowing. They depict the nightmare of the way I was experiencing the world.
I showed a few, several months ago, but most of them I put aside... I was too messed up to even deal with my pictures. Now, I'm starting to go through them, and I can't help but question whether I see a place for these pictures in my photography.
Basically, it's like this:
Whether it is a book, or movie, or photo, or painting, or whatever – If I'm going to be exposed to something thoroughly unpleasant, there has to be a good reason. There has to be some catharsis, some payoff, to make it worth having experienced the unpleasantness. I don't dig pointless negativity.
I imagine others are the same way, but I'm not sure.
As I start to go through these pictures, even though I think they are well made, I can't help but wonder whether there is enough off a payoff to warrant the unpleasantness that they put upon the viewers.
Here are some examples:
So, firstly, do you feel the same way, that you don't want to endure unpleasant "art" unless these is a good enough payoff to make it worthwhile?
Secondly, do you see the pictures I've been making, over the last several months, as pointlessly unpleasant, with no payoff? Or do you see some worth in them?
Thanks.