What’s All This About?

Where, then, does your vision of the world reside? What part of your art is drawn from history? What part is prophecy? What part is grounded in fact? What part takes wing in fantasy? These are useful questions. Do you really want to leave it to outsiders and non-artists to make up your answers for you?

~Ted Orland

This is not a photography blog; it’s a photographer’s blog.

This blog is my scratch pad. It is where I take raw ideas and try to develop them to see where they may lead. Ones that resonate most profoundly sometimes end up in books and published essays. My hope is that this blog will give readers a better idea of who I am: why I do what I do, and why I do it in the way that I do.

I’m reluctant to refer to myself strictly as a landscape photographer, although it is perhaps the label most may know me by. There are many reasons and many ways to photograph landscapes, the most common of which is to portray beautiful feats of natural light and/or geography. That, however, is not my goal.

Artist Statement

I use the medium of photography and elements of landscapes that are personally meaningful to me, aiming to create expressive art—images meant to convey emotions, to imply sensations, to inspire moods, to elevate the spirit. My photographs are not meant to be pictures of things; they are meant to be pictures about things.

I concede that this artist statement, like previous versions I have attempted, may not fully represent at the time you read it the work I create, or my reasons for creating it. I offer it here to satisfy a common request by formulaic publications and curators who value consistency and predictability in an artist’s work: qualities I find largely boring. In truth, each of my images is unique in some way, made to express a unique, often ephemeral, concept. My work tomorrow may be very different from my work today.

Generally speaking, photography to me is not something I do for its own sake; it is an extension of my lifelong love of (read: need for) wildness—a means of formulating something of my experiences into visual expressions and to do so at the height of inspiration, with the emotions still raw in me.

My photographs are not intended to commemorate the appearance of any specific place nor to testify to the occurrence of any event. They should not be considered as such. To a large degree they are faithful to real views, sometimes witnessed in extraordinary circumstances, but just as often they are composed and processed deliberately to elicit specific emotional connotations for which the identity of the things or places portrayed is entirely irrelevant.

Bio

I grew up in Israel, at a time when it was mostly empty country, in the period after its former inhabitants were driven away by wars, and before it became the bustling metropolis that it is today (it is, after all, not much larger than some cities). I spent my early years innocently unaware of the brutal events that gave rise to a new country, roaming seemingly endless fields and orchards abandoned by former occupants. At that time, I could find abundant solitude and fascination with the natural treasures around me. On my walks then, I often encountered rare and delicate species whose beauty left a lifelong impression, and that are now long extinct or almost so.

The wild vanished before my eyes as I grew up, and though I did not know it at the time, I was to spend the rest of my life trying to find it again. My mandatory military service happened to coincide with the Palestinian uprising known as Intifada, and brought me face to face with the ravages of wars and their toll. What I previously knew from abstract history became painful reality, in some ways beautiful and in other ways horrific. It also forced me to recognize how little I knew of the history of the conflict I suddenly found myself having to play a part in. Whatever opinions I formed of the place and its history, I would rather keep to myself; but what I learned about the person I am, I cannot deny: I am a compassionate human being born into a reality that did not fit my temperament or values. I am not a soldier, not a believer by association, not a member of any tribe, not anything so simple as to be reducible to a word or a platitude, and I certainly want no part of any feud over any faith or ideology imposed on me by an accident of birth.

When the places—literal and metaphorical—I loved in my youth were no longer, and the politics and wars became too painful to bear, I knew I had to leave. As fortune would have it, being a self-trained technologist during the Internet boom has allowed me to immigrate to the US, to become an American citizen, to start my own business, and ultimately to reconnect with the wildness I had lost in the remote reaches of a desert region known as the Colorado Plateau, where I now live and work and where I feel more at home than anywhere else I have ever been.

—Guy Tal

 

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