It's not fair, I had a good post ready to go, and then my computer went beserk. I'll just sumarize it:
We do not know what we mean when we say art.
For some of us, it is a sentiment, much like faith. I do not understand faith, therefore I do not understand art. But isn't it true that sometimes we feel that something we see, or have done, is art? We cannot explain it, but its there.
Sometimes, we rationalize our ideals of art by considering how much devotion, craftsmanship, purpose, etc... has been put in a work before we can call it art or not. Needless to say, this is complete nonsense. All that matters is the image, not what came before, or during, the making of the image.
The easiest way out of this mess is to dismiss the term art altogether, and be content that we are photographers. Heck, maybe we're even pretty good at it.
But just to have fun, I'll attempt to define art, in a wonderfully dogmatic, probably false, paragraph:
Art is the result of other people's ignorance regarding our work. They do not understand it, and think it special, mabe even mythical. Seeing this reaction, we are flattered, and allow them to convince us that we are special, although we do not understand why (but neither do they, remember?). And so the term art is coined, and younger photographers (or what-have-you) seeing this, aspire to be artists themselves, in an even greater ignorance of the term. But by then it's too late, it's been defined in dictonaries as "the creation of beautiful and significant things" (onelook.com), even though we all can think of at least one ugly, and plenty of insignificant "works of art".
Does that do the trick?
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