#photography

When I first became interested in photography, I thought it was the whole cheese. My idea was to have it recognized as one of the fine arts. Today I don't give a hoot in hell about that. The mission of photography is to explain man to man and each man to himself. ↗

— Edward Steichen

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The use of the term art medium is, to say the least, misleading, for it is the artist that creates a work of art not the medium. It is the artist in photography that gives form to content by a distillation of ideas, thought, experience, insight and understanding. ↗

— Edward Steichen

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My interest in architecture has always been sculptural. Most of my photography is of architecture. ↗

— Parker Stevenson

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A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#photography #running

Visual ideas combined with technology combined with personal interpretation equals photography. Each must hold it's own; if it doesn't, the thing collapses. ↗

— Arnold Newman

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I photography women as I liked to fell in love of them. ↗

— Aurélien Roulland

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Don't we all know that art is dangerous. You play it - then you live it. ↗

— Stefan Balint

#photography #art

For me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches — and I recall that at first photographic implements were related to techniques of cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#photography #time #love

Photography is an immediate reaction, drawing is a meditation. ↗

— Henri Cartier-Bresson

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But I've always been a sucker for externals alone: the shape, the shine, what the surface suggests to my palm. So mechanically disinclined it's verging on criminal, I never understood the beauty of an object's workings until Linny sat my reluctant self down one day and showed me her camera. Within fifteen minutes, I had fallen hard for the whole gadgety, eyelike nature of the thing: a tiny piece of glass slowing, bending, organizing light - light - into your grandmother, the Grand Canyon, the begonia on the windowsill, the film keeping the image like a secret. Grandmother, canyon, begonia tucked neatly into the sleek black box, like bugs in a jar. My mind boggled. ↗

— Marisa de los Santos

#beauty