Globe Drifting

‘Cutting through a photograph is like cutting through flesh’ comments photographer John Stezaker, discerning the somewhat sadistic nature of that voyeuristic art form we term photography. Long has photography been hailed as a powerful educative force and an alluring channel into all that has passed, from silently uncovering the unfamiliar idiosyncrasies of our family members, to revealing the catastrophic journeys of natural disasters- the microscopic mechanism of a camera has given us eyes to zealously gaze over every crack and crevice that the world has offered us. Yet perhaps we ought ask ourselves, should we ever have been given these eyes at all?

The photographer revels in the craftsmanship of his photographic endeavours, a professional voyeur, he slides down alleyways and blunders through the streets with his camera, igniting the flames of narcissism, vanity, self-doubt and scopophilia in his wake. In the name of artistic creativity he purports to present his frozen moments as morsels of reality but each onlooker…

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