Regarding this photography with strong themes of the authentic self—autobiography is hindering photography’s ability to create particular truths understood through metaphor and has been lost to an attempt at authentic personal narrative, especially a narrative of specificity and narrow margins of universality.
I take from [Thoreau] a sharp focus on the near-at-hand, the excitement and adventure that can be had daily in one’s own neighborhood. […] Robert Adams suggested that we should explore the “half-wild” nature that now surrounds us, as “unspoiled nature” no longer exists. The suburb, which is often criticized as a path to destroy nature, is a rich area to explore the intersections between humans and nature.
[E]mpty plastic chairs and the photographs that conflate NYC urban with Texas rural suggest, even if lacking self-awareness, that adversity is universal and a rural to urban relationship has existed for a long while in America. Bleak and self-examining is in many ways, contemporary American photography. Muddy Waters by Jamie Brett wants something more—a good place to begin a journey when it is your own.
As much intersubjective agreement as possible.
“How much does Eggleston’s photographs inform our memory… whenever I look upon a photograph, I do so with some nostalgia for beauty and truth that might not have been if it weren’t for the photograph. The photograph as an artistic medium demands it.”