My art may be ugly, but all profoundly original art looks ugly at first.
I sometimes ask myself about ugliness. I think that answering such a question is a tricky thing. Why? Because we have to start by defining unattractiveness. I suppose that for each person, this definition can vary. Sometimes when I look at my photographs of, e.g., ugly, dirty rags, the first thoughts that come to my mind are something like this:
Why do I take pictures of ugly things? Why do I take photos of something that other people would never draw attention to it? Also, why do I try to find beauty in the deformity? I know that I am a weirdo, but to what degree am I so different from others?
After seconds, I realize that I do not have to know the answers to all these questions. Moreover, I realize that I always try to find beauty in ugliness. Indeed, for me, my photos of old, dirty, destroyed items seem not to be ugly. They are somehow beautiful for me. They often can recall some familiar visual object. I have no doubts that sooner or later, my photographs would become worldwide recognizable. It is only a matter of time. Even if for some people today these pictures seem ugly, in the long term, they would be known for the term that I coin today: „the aesthetic of ugliness.” I do not believe that people, items, or places cannot be photographed and presented positively.
Undoubtedly, we can find proportion, balance, symmetry, visually appealing patterns, and structure in every, even the ugliest and mundane street of this world.
Even if something is ugly for me, I often analyze how I can present this unattractive thing in a favored way. Of course, I do not use Photoshop. Thus, I always try to move around the photographic area by using Lightroom software. Speaking shortly: I think that even if my photographs can be seen in a disagreeable light, I have no doubt that someday they will be recognized as works of art. Why? Because I believe that even ugliness can be presented appealingly.
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I wrote this text on the 25th of May, 2021.
