Monday, May 11, 2015
At the end of what became a very relaxing, productive Sunday in the city, I had an experience that left it on a sour note.
While standing at an intersection taking a photo, a fellow photographer near me says (presuming I'm out of earshot), "What the f*ck is he even shooting? There's nothing even there," and goes on to laugh, his two friends joining in. I quickly turned to stare at them in annoyance, acknowledging the comment, to which they scuttled along, awkwardly.
What bothers me most is that this was coming from another artist – the very word connoting a fundamental diversity in perspectives, embodiment of thoughtfulness and engagement through both explicit and allusive channels, and above all, respect of others' opinions and creative vision because you demand the same for yourself. It's fine – in fact, I expect – that you don't see what I see, but it doesn't mean you should feel entitlted to invalidate anyone else's point of view. It was a frustrating instance, but the takeaway is simple:
Artists should respect fellow artists. People should respect fellow people.
Ya feel me?
This was the photo, in case you're wondering.