There are certain everyday occurrences, like being on the Luas for example, that make me despair for the human race. The tram stops, the doors open and the frenzy begins. It seems so simple; wouldn’t it be nice if we could all just wait for the passengers to get off the Luas before we try to shove our way on?
This is the primary reason why I love art exhibits so much. Something about them resurfaces a calmness in people that we don’t get to see everyday. Nobody pushes at an art exhibit. Nobody cares if they see first. Nobody hurries you on to the next piece. It’s one of those quiet places (like museums, libraries, galleries, gardens…) that say “if you have things to do, people to meet, errands to run, then this is not the place for you”. They say it in a gentle sort of way, not intending to hurt your feelings or anything.
My Mam and I stumbled upon MINIHAN: A Celebration of Film Photography while we were pretending to shop one rainy day in Kildare. It’s a collection of portraits by Irish photographer, John Minihan. Photography is my favourite kind of art and portraits happen to be my favourite kind of photography. So, jackpot!
From top: Samuel Beckett, WH Auden and Ray Charles
I’ve often thought that with the kind of development in photographic equipment and editing technology, anyone can be a photographer these days. But when I look at the work of people like Minihan, I immediately abandon that point of view.
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