All right, the input for this reflection is not the most noble, but the critical sensitivity can also refer to Dylan Dog sometimes not?
The image is taken from The killers came from the dark , Dylan Dog n.78 (March 1993).
are on the long journey back home in an Intercity night, leaving for my vacation and I decide that the best way to go in this walk of 8 hours it makes sense to start with a healthy dose of vintage horror.
The image in question tickles my fifth sense ... and a half, sorry, my sense of aesthetics and, ElisABIETTA that I am, I begin to contemplate the meaning of satisfying splatter. But not the kind that interests me in itself, because the accuracy of the images drawn. Most of photography film that can never really reach out and stop that perfect climax of the instant action overall.
The perfect picture. As we are conditioned by this research?
The gap exists between the concept of harmonious shapes and colors in our imagination and the distortion of the actual images captured? What beauty we pursue? That of the brush that makes most beautiful nature or that the photograph that captures a moment of cruel nature in the making? We can find pretty totally unnatural position of Venus by Botticelli and ashamed if a photo shows us with his mouth twisted and eyes wide open. There
mock naivety of the first unlucky in front of the horse racing Muybridge (1878) were shocked when the snapshot horse during the jump, fold all four legs under the belly. Obscene and wrong! Throughout its existence the man was seen running and jumping horses, but never soar in the absurd position! What idiocy is this? Falsehood that says this camera?
But as that generation above us if as yet throw away the album / release tags to the photos when we "come evil"?
What we look for in the pictures? Poetry, intrigue, mystery, beauty, special features, colors, shapes, emotions: mental construct a priori what we expect from an image.
We are still the same naive that they did not accept the partiality of the human eye in capturing the moments of a complex movement.
The perfection of a moment. We are not yet able to understand it. More than 130 years since the first time.
The image is taken from The killers came from the dark , Dylan Dog n.78 (March 1993). are on the long journey back home in an Intercity night, leaving for my vacation and I decide that the best way to go in this walk of 8 hours it makes sense to start with a healthy dose of vintage horror.
The image in question tickles my fifth sense ... and a half, sorry, my sense of aesthetics and, ElisABIETTA that I am, I begin to contemplate the meaning of satisfying splatter. But not the kind that interests me in itself, because the accuracy of the images drawn. Most of photography film that can never really reach out and stop that perfect climax of the instant action overall.
The perfect picture. As we are conditioned by this research?
The gap exists between the concept of harmonious shapes and colors in our imagination and the distortion of the actual images captured? What beauty we pursue? That of the brush that makes most beautiful nature or that the photograph that captures a moment of cruel nature in the making? We can find pretty totally unnatural position of Venus by Botticelli and ashamed if a photo shows us with his mouth twisted and eyes wide open. There
mock naivety of the first unlucky in front of the horse racing Muybridge (1878) were shocked when the snapshot horse during the jump, fold all four legs under the belly. Obscene and wrong! Throughout its existence the man was seen running and jumping horses, but never soar in the absurd position! What idiocy is this? Falsehood that says this camera?
But as that generation above us if as yet throw away the album / release tags to the photos when we "come evil"?
What we look for in the pictures? Poetry, intrigue, mystery, beauty, special features, colors, shapes, emotions: mental construct a priori what we expect from an image.
We are still the same naive that they did not accept the partiality of the human eye in capturing the moments of a complex movement.
The perfection of a moment. We are not yet able to understand it. More than 130 years since the first time.
