
What I got out of Collingwood's theory on art was this idea that art is the expression of emotion. The artist has some inner issue/problem/feeling/desire etc etc that he/she wants to communicate and art is the accurate communication of that feeling. I think that Collingwood is much more successful in his theories then Bell was however, I think they both missed the mark in that art is more of an ideal or virtue. It is indefinable and yet it is.
With that in mind I set out to shoot an image that would clarify my deepest emotions or at least illustrate them. I think overall I am obsessed with philosophy, that was my major as an undergrad and with that I am always questioning everything, especially existence and reality. Perhaps my biggest drivers are the feelings that I associate with death ie. primal fear/embracing/curiosity/hatred/ultimate release. I tried to illustrate my feeling of being set adrift in life with the rolling of the landscape. I also wanted to show a pattern with the graves from an unsettling viewpoint. I wanted it to seem so uniform and neat, this idea of death in a grid on a rolling landscape. Also the grave I focused on was my grandparents and in that this picture was very personal for me to take. My grandmother who lived with my family from my birth until her death in 2005 is buried here and it was a very interesting experience being alone there at night and not feeling the nervousness I would have expected but instead an odd warmth and comfort.
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