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December 12, 2014
I began to wonder – I knew I was an artist or wanted to be one – but I was wondering whether I really was an artist. I was doing such ordinary things that I could feel the difference. But I didn’t have any support. Most people would look at those things and say, “Well, that’s nothing. What did you do that for? That’s just a wreck of a car or a wreck of a man. That’s nothing. That isn’t art.” They don’t say that anymore.Walker Evans on What Makes a ‘Good Photograph’
Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 12, 2014 7:40 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Art has something to say; the artist says it. Otherwise you're just babbling.
Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at December 12, 2014 2:15 PM