O Fotografii

środa, 21 listopada 2007

O ostrości doskonałej

Of all the works shown, George Davison's, secretary of the London Camera Club, stands in a class by itself. Here we are dealing with a genuine artist. Every one of his pictures is a delight to the eye, a gem in its way. His work is full of individuality, full of power and effect; and the camera, which is used either with or without lens, suiting the purpose, is but a tool in his hands, just as the painter uses his brush, palette, colors, etc. Artists as well as photographers must admire this work. There is only one class of man who criticize it: the "absolutely sharp" imbeciles, who strut about examining pictures with a magnifying glass stuck in their eye and holding up their hands in dismay when not satisfied with the sharpness of every little line. This class of man is fortunately disappearing very fast. It is the same class that prefers a chromo to a Millet or a Bastein Lepage. They call forth a sort of misplaced pity in us, we being, as a rule, more good natured than they.
Alfred Stieglitz - American Amateur Photographer 5 (May 1893)
Zdjęcie: Schloss Wackerbarth, Wrzesień 2007


wtorek, 18 września 2007

O "Kodaku"

In 1890 when I returned to America I found that photography as I understood it hardly existed; that an instrument had been put on the market shortly before called the "Kodak" and that the slogan sent out to advertisers read, "You press the button and we do the rest." The idea sickened me.
There was the shooting away at random, taking the chance of getting something. To me it seemed rotten sportsmanship. I had been brought up with the idea of the tripod and awaiting one's moment to do what one willed to do.
I had walked day in and day out for months through the Tyrol and Switzerland and upper Italy with thirty pounds of camera and 18-by-24 centimeters plates on my back. Before I had ventured to expose a plate I had to feel sure that I'd get a result. There was nothing haphazard about it.
So the "Kodak" and all it represented did not tempt me. As a matter of fact, I was very unhappy in my own country. My yearning for Europe was constant.

Alfred Stieglitz - "Twice a Year I (Fall-Winter 1938)"
Zdjęcie: Berlin, Styczeń 2007