fleeting
by jmritz

Comment by ubique:
This is a wonderful photograph.

Viewed objectively, it looks like a hurried snapshot. But why view it objectively? Objectivity in art is a desensitiser; you prevent yourself from seeing the wood because you're too busy counting the trees, ticking the boxes, judging the work by some dispassionate external criteria of what's 'good'. All that leaden stuff about tilted horizons, tonal range, sharpness, etc, will take the resolutely objective viewer away from this picture, rather than toward it. And when that happens, the resultant 'failure' of the work is the viewer's fault, and not the artist's.

Instead get inside the picture and find out how it feels. It feels different, original, daring. And it's not as snapshotish as it first seems, either. The doors of the Lexus echo the great soaring arches and sweeping curves of modern architecture. I mean public buildings; nobody constructs buildings like that with their own money. Ordinary people, real people, grapple with that extravagant vanity ... just as we see with this lady, struggling to make it fit her, or her fit it. Struggling to make sense of it.

I'm being wildly fanciful of course, but wildly fanciful is what makes art of life, and life of art. This is both: life, and art.

Please accept the Curse of the Red Thumb, and my thanks for an original, interesting photograph.

islands
by jmritz

Comment by Zita:
I think this is water and dirty snow on asphalt? The leading line points the viewer towards something that is rather nondescript and unattractive. The debris on the ground - over which you have no control - trashes (pun intended) the intent of the leading line by drawing the eye to the right of the image. One from me. To improve this concept, I would suggest selecting a line leading to something more attractive - even if it is something you stage - and to make sure there is no detritus to distract from that line.

fleeting
by jmritz

Comment by Melethia:
An odd sense of either urgency (based on your title) or apprehension. Love the flare off the glass.

daresay
by jmritz

Comment by posthumous:
the repetition of the hand, which becomes part of the portrait's frame. it's madness, but there's method in it.

daresay
by jmritz

Comment by rooum:
Great sinister creation. A 9 from me.

daresay
by jmritz

Comment by PennyStreet:
when worlds collide.

daresay
by jmritz

Comment by mitalapo:
well composed hip shot

fleeting
by jmritz

Comment by Paul:
An unlikely getaway - I hear the engine gunning. Will her 'Clyde' make it to the car?

I enjoyed the implicit invitation to create a story here.

fleeting
by jmritz

Comment by LevT:
great POV, makes the photo very dynamic

at all
by jmritz

Comment by herfotoman:
Reminds me of my grandmother's house, where there were railings on the wall, from which the portraits were hung [strung?] with those huge bended flat iron hooks and string.