Why your photography looks like shit

You had asked if/.why someone might think your shots are snapshots or artistic. To me, artistic expression comes in many forms and even snapshots can be considered art.

I think that people are saying that because of their lack of ability to categorize your photos as “STRONGLY ARTISTIC.”

Now, ask yourself this question, what is your reason for taking a photo? If it’s to capture the moment, or memory, then it is less artistic and more a memory photo. If your reason for taking the photo is artistic then it is art.

Finally, you need to train your artistic eye. It comes from looking at photos from other people and deciding what you like and what you don’t like about them. You should also start to chose what genre you want to work on – be it portraits, nature, architecture, etc. Then go out and find every resource on the internet you can about that genre – look at hundreds of photos in the genre and train your eye to figure out what works and what doesn’t.

Good luck.

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What really matters in this world

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she’s holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh

The teacher wonders but she doesn’t ask
It’s hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she’s loved
concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she’s loved
concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she’s loved
concrete angel
-Concrete Angel – Martina McBride

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