Photographs can be a source of information; photographs communicate information in visual form. It has been a while that the camera records everything at everywhere, at wars, at home and on streets; in different society and environment. A collection of photographs become visual documents; for examples, images preserved in family albums, in government records, in historic scrapbooks, etc. Yet at first I think each photograph captures only that one instant moment in an event, it actually tells more than the freeze action but a story, cultural values and attitudes. To appreciate a photograph, we should also try to consider the motives of the photographer and the subject.
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Photographs do what our eye itself cannot, to preserve the appearance of an event. Photographs will “continue to exist in time instead of being arrested moments”. Photographs also construct a context, to construct it with words.
“A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stencilled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask.”
Berger, J. (1978). Uses of Photography. Vintage International: New York.
“Looking for my father” is Russian photographer Natalya Reznik constructed time capsule. She last saw her father when she was at three. She was fascinated by the thought of him; the idea of his presence and the reality of his absence. She uses photographs to look for the father she never knew.
I do not remember how he looked, I do not have any image of him in my memory. I try to find him by means of photography, to create memories which i never had—memories about family with my father. My mother was always dreaming of an ideal man. She met my father in Sochi, which soon ended up with a marriage. She did not know much of him, only that he was a captain and worked somewhere in North Russia.
They never lived together. He usually came for a few weeks and then dissapeared. At some point my mother found out that he had another wife and a child. She could never forgive him and soon they divorced. In her albums there was almost no photo left of my father—not only she divorced with him, but also destroyed all the photos of him including those from the wedding day. This project is very personal, somewhere in between documentary and fiction—where the dreams of my mother are real, but the memory I created for myself based on them, is fictional.—Natalya Reznik