Art, and pretty pictures

In a previous post I noted that, as I’ve grown up, I’ve become more comfortable in the understanding that art is usually more than pretty pictures—the implication being that, to date, I’ve focused on just the pretty pictures in my own work.

But as I’ve been writing something around a series of pictures I took at a bridge some time ago, I realized that often I would indeed have these bigger-picture thoughts in mind as I snapped my pretty pictures. It’s just that I would discount those thoughts, assuming they were not all that interesting to anyone but me.

I think I have a little more confidence now. I need it, considering that I hope to build up a portfolio and, perhaps after winning a few million in the lottery, pursue an MFA in photography…