You could have seen here a sequence of posts featuring images by Dirk Braeckman…but now you can´t anymore,
I was asked by BILDKUNST.DE
to delete the images by
(these were the names spelled out)
and every other artist represented by them or to pay a fee for publishing their images.
They represent around 126 000 artists from around the world.
I am working on this blog for my fun,
and for the enjoyment of people interested in photography and art.
There is no income generated whatsoever by this site for me.
Many of the images I use here are floating all over the net,
other images I scanned to upload them to my blog.
To share them, to enrich the world with the work of artists I do admire.
No, my blog is not important.
But it is part of what I would call our common wealth.
I don´t think that I am the source of income losses for the artist,
or anybody else.
Art as part of everyday life,
art easily accessible by everybody without barriers and fees,
art as part of the free flow of thoughts and
But not in the case of artist represented by Bild-Kunst.
Photography never really was accepted as art.
It’s a matter of basic instincts.
Looking at a piece of canvas full of paint, we see art. No question about that.
It´s simply about how we learned to look at the products of high culture.
The belief that photographs are made by a tool called camera and not by the photographer is deeply rooted. Consequently we still speak about truth when talking about photographs. We believe what we see. That´s how we find our way around.
Dirk Braeckman´s photographs can´t be mixed up with reality.
Looking at his images we loose ground. Nothing he shows us we have seen this way before.
Though his photographs are still visibly tied to the physical world, he uses the visual strategies of painters, thus leaving behind some of the limitations of the photographic medium and also questioning the medium itself.
Braeckmans photographs are reflections on the way we read photographic images. We tend to believe that the photographers are the ones who tell us stories, but in fact we just listen to an inner monologue, our inner monolog. We use the clues presented to us as starting point to go to a realm we already do know, the realm of our beliefs, memories and experiences. Dirk Braeckman´s oeuvre is nowhere land. Looking at his images we grope for clues, we hold on what we do recognize just to go on the road from nowhere land to the safe shores of what we already know. Because this takes some effort, we might realize what we do when looking at photographs.