just can’t do it anymore.
If we’re living a real life, we’ve gained the understanding that getting more doesn’t always lead to feeling happier. In an Instagram life, we’re instead focused on making it look like we have a better life than everyone else. But even as we take our own pictures and apply filters to our world, we’re flipping through other people’s photo streams and feeling envious about what we see. We ask, “Why isn’t that our life?” It’s a hard cycle to break because, as my friend pointed out, someone will always come along at some point and be better than you.
“In pre-digital photography the subject was the work of art. Now it is the visitor; the artwork is secondary. Where previously the message of such images was ‘I have seen,’ now it is ‘I was here.’
Some of the gals in the library at the Museum today were talking about this article, which I highly agree with. Interesting new science studies being done on the impact of memory lost from actually taking photographs, as well as the visitor being the center of the art piece, not the art itself. Which I hope some contemporary artist will soon poke fun at, in a way that would humiliate the visitors… say, the piece on display becomes more about the viewers, which results a view for the rest of the museum spectators. Dang, got to make some art now!
god people are fucking stupid. educate yourself fools.