A friend of mine has taken on a new venture as a videographer…and it makes me smile. I love it when friends take their art, their passion, and attempt to bring it forward, to make it a more integral part of their lives. It just rocks!
That said, a comment on his blog about the differences between shooting film and shooting video got me thinking. Or rather, it continued the train of thought. There’s an Ani DiFranco song about changing called “Evolve”, and the last thing she’s says is “It took me a long time to realize that I don’t take good pictures because I’ve got the kind of beauty that moves.” I love that statement for so many reasons, but this morning, the two ideas coalesced into this one:
Oh, I like photos as much as the next guy, but there’s an unreality about them that I think, comes from the fact that life is about movement. We perceive movement. Nothing is really static, because we, even in our attempts to remain stock still, aren’t. So even if you’re standing on the precipice, staring out at the vastness of the grand canyon, there’s movement as the blood courses through you, as the clouds shift overhead, imperceptibly altering what you see, as every atom of your being vibrates in space and time, there is movement.
A camera snags a single image and says, “here, this is real.” But it’s not, because perception is continuity, it’s change, and even though you were standing right there on the lip of it, focusing on reality through your viewfinder, you didn’t catch it. Not even close. And therefore, photographs lie, and in the end, are no more real than what the painter created with his brush…maybe even less so, as the painter captures his images over time, as he looks back and forth between canvas and the shifting reality of his subject.