As I wander along the beautiful beach I am camping by, I simply cannot help but take out my phone and take snap shots.
It is so in our nature to do so. Our phones are like a limb now, never leaving our side and if we loose it we feel the lost-itch of its missing presence – the phantom pain of this served appendage.
But it leads me to thinking about how many people have taken a photo of this very rock formation, this same stretch of sand and surf and it makes me put down my phone for a moment.
So, if there are already photos of this beach out there somewhere, in fact, EVERY beach, why do we keep snapping?
You could say that each photo would vary slightly, different waves, a change salt crystal clusters and sand grain placement, clouds and shells and critters woulf all vary from photo to photo. But aren’t they all basically the same thing?
Or does the artist matter?
Or is the real difference in the meaning to us? To the artist?
Melancholy crept up my throat as I stared out to sea. Out into the blueberry waters that had been captured byany other artists before me. It felt useless for a moment. Worthless. If I wanted to look back I could use my memory or simply type the beach’s name into Google images.
But, since this my journey, my time to record and create, I lifted my phone up again and cotinued snapping.
As an artist, what’s the point of having an experience if you can’t create something from it?