Ubuntu (you see me therefore I am)
I started writing this from the wrong point of view, the one that presupposes that one is separate to those around them, the outcome was as disappointing as the beginning and so I started it again, I started it from the truthful position of “us”.
Like so many others I found at a very early age that one of the most thrilling and perfect things I could do was to take a photo of something and once developed and printed if it resembled anything like the original scene I was god.
I never knew what drew me to that at the time, I was young and my brother and I shared the Kodak instamatic that was our weapon of choice. In retrospect It’s a pity we weren’t commissioned by the wildlife society as I am pretty sure we captured every water fowl, every pigeon, or sparrow and every animal (some of them extinct now) that resided in the greater area of the so called “Zoo Lake” in Johannesburg.
Over the years that followed I captured pictures of scenes on and off as I travelled through life. At stages I took to it in a more determined manner and then through one event or another withdrew from it.
The past couple of years have been fascinating to me, friends and the public in general capture everything, well yes I know it’s digital and it’s easier, less expensive and of course social networking sites have driven the popularity. I now know exactly what my friend in Miami had to eat last night, which is important right? I mean we need to know that they are well fed and that their food is up to their and our social standing, status and expectations. I unfriend anybody who posts bad food, that’s not on, it brings the group average down and we won’t have that. “Hey I’m eating cabbage” posts Mike, three seconds later he loses half his mates. “Unfriended” by the food bourgeoisie.
I digress. I wonder in a virtual world if the fact that less and less of our daily work efforts have tangible outcomes is the reason that the worlds population is basically obsessed with proving, through the use of digital imaging that they do in fact exist, that they are real and that the corporate who demands more and more income from intangible outcomes is in fact driving what can only be described as revolutionary protest action of the working class. “Here have a sausage dog, I ate it last night.”
I spent The past two days at our local Photo and film expo. I found myself spending an inordinate amount of time just observing the frenzy of ordinary people buying gadgets and periphery to make their gadgets better gadgets so that they could prove with better clarity that they do in fact exist. One such observance was straight out of a Spike Milligan skeet. He must have been 79 in the shade and he was bouncing around at an accessory store like a 16 year old looking for off camera triggers and diffusers and such. At one stage the salesman queried what camera he had, he didn’t know and had to go and fetch it. It was fascinating although I guess at 79 you’ve earned the right to be a little eccentric.
As the world, the virtual world accelerates I wonder how our behaviors will be shaped, will we accelerate our “off time” and move into spending more and more time in the world of the arts, crafts and agriculture produce or will we give up and become virtual slaves to the owners of nothing. What do you think?
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, it doesn’t go away." - Philip K. Dick”