I have had "The Suspension of Physics Necessary for All Athletic Endeavors" by Colin Blakely haning on my wall for a little less than half a year, even though I bought is some time before that. Once again this is a print from 20x200 (which I have written about 20x200 before), and I like it a lot.
By first look the photograph appears to show little more than a lot of fog, but then you note the many small people. Its sepia tone and vignette gives it an old-fashioned look witch is immediately offset by the not-at-all old-fashioned way that the small people are moving around. And why are all these people moving around in the fog? This is mysterious in an intriguing way.
Even if the title did not give a hint you quickly sense that these people are doing some sport. And the people must be women, at least they are so in my perception. It is a strange choreography where everybody seems to move in different directions but at the same time is following some rule of game. I get a sense that this must be football (in the European way), but where is the ball and the goals?
These girls playing football grabs my attention, who are they? They are to small and to foggy that I can really see any of them clearly, but one of the girls draws my eye with a certain slim, lithe presence. I can't but think about what it would be like to meet her.
These days many people holds many different kinds of beliefs. Many seems to seek an explanation for their life and for what is happening to them. This is very clearly something that is important to many and I can understand a lot of that. But my own mind is much to logically thinking to accept much of what I can not see for my self - clearly a large limitation in who I am. And even for me, things happen that seems connected in mysterious ways - are this all by chance? For anybody how have read Paul Auster it is clear that this is one of the themes in many of his book. Is it just chance? And if it just is, can it then still have a meaning? Paul Auster is my all time favorite author, and it is clearly time to reread some of his books - and perhaps then blog a little more about chance.
But why this odd diversion in a blog entry about one of my prints? Yesterday it suddenly appeared to me that there is a strange connection between this photograph and something I experienced my self recently. Even my logical mind can not quite help seeking a meaning where for sure none can be found.
I don't know much about what the definition of art is. And much less fine art (print). But I have my own very simple definitions. Art is when the image makes you experience something more than just the immediate motive. Good art is when what you experience is connected to your feelings. Great art is when many people gets such feelings. My Blakely print clearly is at least good art!