Monday, September 20, 2010

Sontag Essay


Susan Sontag’s essay, “In Plato’s Cave” addresses many interesting points about photography.  Her point of view is not clear on many of these points, but she does make clear the importance of photography. Photographs are fact that something existed or happened. Writers or painters cannot prevent their opinions or bias from entering into their writing or art. Sontag contrasts photography with other forms of art by saying that it is less of a statement from the artist and more of a miniature of the world. Photography is different from other art because it is not one of opinion. It is capturing the world as it is and viewing it as art.
Photography gives validity to one’s life. To not photograph a child is viewed as neglect in modern society. Taking photographs of one’s life gives proof that not only one existed, but that it was worth living and worthy of reproducing. Photographs are often all that remains of extended family members. They allow someone to own a piece of a time in which they did not exist and a memory that they have no recollection of. Family photo albums began the idea of capturing those we love and the experiences we would not trade for gold.
This idea has turned into an obsession in tourists. Without pictures to remember a trip by the trip seems insignificant. The obsessive need to put a camera between the photographer and the beautiful can prevent the photographer from truly experiencing and appreciating the subject. Instead, the photographer is worried about lighting, angles and the perfect shot.  Sontag’s explanation for this compulsive behavior is of societies driven by work ethic. On vacation a tourist might feel the need to work on a task like they would in their day-to-day lives. Photographing the experience replaces the work they would be doing if they were not on vacation, “the photographer has the choice between a photograph and life, to choose the photograph” (Sontag 12).
Sontag first gives the idea that to photograph something is to give it validity, immortality. The object of a photograph is transformed into something beautiful, but she later contradicts herself. Her other opinion on the matter is that to take a photograph of something is to violate it. She describes the act of taking a picture to be predatory, “to photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves”  (Sontag 14). To capture someone in an emotional state is to capture them while they are vulnerable. You capture for eternity a part of someone that they may not normally allow to be seen. You then turn this subject into an object. Their emotion may capture and infect a viewer, but they are reduced to an image.
Photographs have completely hanged how we view history because now we can actually view history.  Before we relied on stories, written accounts, things that can change from person to person. A photographic history allows the individual to see fact, and even that happened as it happened and allows the viewer to make his or her own opinions. Media broadcasts could have told the American Public about the atrocities of the Vietnam War, but it was not until they saw them with their own eyes that they were outraged. It has opened a whole new world and possibility in the educational world. Students are no longer simply told of what is happening, but they can see it.
Susan Sontag may be contradictory and redundant in her essay, “In Plato’s Cave”,  but she successfully informs the reader of the importance of photography in every field it has effected. She presents both positives and negatives to how we use photography in society. There can be no argument that photography is unimportant and insignificant in every part of modern society. 

Monday, September 13, 2010

9/9 Shadows

Picture Taken Sept 10th 2010

Class in the city was amazing. Even the time between galleries we were learning something about light or shadows. "Light and Enlightenment" should have been the name for this course. It has become the key theme thus far. Here we hadn't even reached the museum yet, but we stopped to look at the lines our shadows created on the sidewalk. This one was my favorite because of the shade of gray the sheer part of her dress creates. Shadows are normally just black and white, high contrast, but it was interesting to see a shade between the two. this photo was also my favorite because although the pieces of art in the museum are beautiful, they are someone else's. This is a simple everyday shadow.

9/7 Gravity

Picture Taken Sept 7th 2010

My shaky hand created a pretty cool effect in this picture. I took it because I liked the contrast of the bright gold tower to the dark silver sky. The curved lines are my new favorite part of this picture. Accidents become some of the best things we ever do. Not because of what we learn from them, but because they help us find what we didn't know we needed. Newton didn't throw an apple on his own head. I didn't directly search for this school. It was just a place I could send my application without writing a new essay. It wasn't until after I sent everything to them that I fell in love with it. I believe you shape your own life, but that doesn't mean good things won't fall into your path. It doesn't have to be fate, it could just be gravity.

9/4 flying

Picture Taken Sept 4th 2010
Flying away from home or towards home? I'm confused and tired from the trip. it's been a long day. Between last minute errands and packing, my football team losing an important game and this little thing I have to do called moving I lost my head. Somewhere in the sky I took the time to look out the window at the sun setting. I know your phone is supposed to be off during flights, but obviously the plane didn't crash and I'm pretty sure no one noticed. I'm in a sort of purgatory. I'm living in a hotel between homes. A little room with 2 beds and nothing on TV. What's done is done. i just want to move on to what's next.

9/3 My Old Kentucky Home

Picture Taken Sept 3rd 2010        

The head must bow and the back will have to bend,

Wherever the poor folks may go

A few more days and the trouble will end,

In the field where sugar-canes may grow.

A few more days for to tote the weary load,

No matter, 'twill never be light

A few more days till we totter on the road,

Then my old Kentucky home, good night.

-"My Old Kentucky Home"

The sun is setting on my backyard, my last night in a long time spent in this weird place called "home". This isthe last night I'll feel the heavy, humid air when I open my window. It is weird to think of the place I will be tomorrow night. I don't know what it will become to me. Will it become my primary home? a secondary home? a prison?

9/2 Edit

Picture Taken Sept. 2nd 2010
After days of laundry, packing, repacking and finally sitting on suitcases to get them to close, I'm ready. Everything that I want and need from my life in Louisville fits into 3 large suitcases, 2 mediums, and 1 small carry-on. Going through every article of clothing, book, movie and the countless other seemingly useless items in my room was a new experience. It was like I got to edit my life. At that moment I got to take things out, add others, but pick was most important to my life and my story. I got to pick who I will be next week. It can be completely different. It can be the exact same. Similar to the items in these suitcases, I get to pick what and whom I would like to keep with me in this new life. Who I will stay in contact with, who I will let fade into the past. Moving away isn't an end or a beginning, It is a time for me to edit what I've written so far.