Pointelle; noun: 1. fabric with small holes; 2. pointless art
Someone asked me what’s the point of all these photographs.
Heck, I don’t know. What’s the point of anything?
People with a real sense of purpose never ask that question. They consider their work important and that’s reason enough.
Me, I’ve never had a strong calling. Never found anything I was especially good at. I just try to get through each day without falling into a pit of despair. So I look for things that bring me joy. That’s not so unusual, is it?
Why not seek out the stuff that makes you happy? I like being outdoors. I like to take walks. And if a woodland scene or sunlit building catches my attention, I try to capture that in a photograph. Is that enough of a reason?
Or does art have to be honed to a snarky conclusion to be truly appreciated?
I document the dilution of the human soul
through juxtaposition of light and shadow
on old cow sheds.
Yeah, that gives me a sense of purpose. Thanks for asking.