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Photography 101 Exercise: Street

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In doing today’s Photo 101 assignment, I reached an epiphany on why contemporary artists and art aficionados are so obsessed with process. I have always held the view that art should have some minimum requirements or standards, e.g. a canvas with a red dot should not be considered art. Gerhard Richter’s Blood Red Mirror (it’s literally a canvas painted in red) sold for $1.1 million. I never quite understood these one-colored canvases until I took my “Street” photo above.

My initial idea for today was to get an open shutter shot since it’s not something I commonly do, and this Photo 101 course is all about experimenting. As I was taking my shot on the bridge, my bus pulled up to the bus stop, so I ran to catch it. My shutter was still open, and it captured little bits of details illustrating my short journey. This whole back story is not explained by looking at the photo, and to be honest, I don’t think it’s a great photo, but when considering the process and background of how this photo came to be, I find it ten times more interesting.

An artist may think his art is interesting because he created its context. By sharing this context (i.e. background, methods, intentions, etc.) with the audience, bad art can potentially become great art. The context provides a moment of clarity for the viewer, and this “aha, that’s why he did it” realization allows the viewer to forgive the artist for delivering subpar work. The work represents more than what meets the eye, the viewer thinks. Maybe art today is not about the art itself anymore, but rather about the art of making art.

Photography 101 Exercise: Home

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Home. It’s a really interesting concept to think about. For the past six years of my life, I have never lived in one location for more than a year and a half. I don’t think college really counts, and I was always gone every summer.

When I moved to Seattle for my first job after college, I struggled to call Seattle “home.” My best friend reminded me that it was like deja vu because I made the same comments when I left Los Angeles, my hometown, for school across the country in Boston.

I’m back in Boston now. And moving across the country again was tough, much harder than the last because I truly fell in love with Seattle and made it my home. Now reflecting, the definition of “home” has changed so much for me over the past few years. Having lived in LA, Boston, Minneapolis, Charlotte, and Seattle, I realize it’s no longer location based. It’s cliche, but I finally understand what they mean by “Home is where the heart is.”

I made the decision to move back to Boston to be closer to my boyfriend. We were embarking on new journeys, and it was important for us to support each other by being there for each other emotionally and physically. “Home” now is wherever he is. And one day, he promises that “home” will be wherever I am.

We moved into our first one-bedroom apartment in Cambridge and have made it our physical home complete with a projector and a 84″ screen. There are days when he works late, and I find that our home is a little empty, but it’s the nights when he walks in with his hole-ridden socks when our home is complete.