Zines, those self-made magazines, are the original blogs. Diaries are meant to be private, but zines are for public consumption, just like a blog. A few years back, a friend of mine wrote and produced a zine. It had a fabulous name: Letters I Will Never Send To You. There's a lot of poetry in that title, right? A bit wistful, infused with longing and regret. Makes you want to open it and read a little, right?
I'm not sure if she still produces the zine - sadly, we've lost touch - but I've always loved this photograph. Morgan Inez asked me to take this picture for the cover of Issue #2, "Sweets Before Noon". The silhouette recalls the Venus de Milo, which is why I named it "Modern Day Venus". Ms. de Milo's shoulders are very rigid and straight (poor girl is made of stone, after all). In this faceless portrait, I love the notched curve of her left shoulder; the cool alabaster blue of her skin.
"Modern Day Venus" - by Alice K. Hurley, 2009
Photography is my first artistic love. I've always found images to be powerful and inspiring. For one who can't draw, it was wonderful to find a such a satisfying creative outlet for representational pieces.
I've expanded into a variety of mediums since I bought my first SLR camera back in the '90s, but you never forget your first love. It's a modern day irony that, in order to show you any piece of art, it must be photographed. Art mediums are simply that - art. But photography is unique because it's not only art - it's also a tool. A device. A gadget.
At this very moment, nearly everyone in the western world has a camera within arm's reach (right next to their calculator, flashlight, and world atlas). Photography has been so seamlessly integrated into our daily lives it's easy to take it for granted, but to dismiss it as unoriginal or inartistic, but that would be a mistake.
I love that photography has become ubiquitous. Purists will say cell phones and filters aren't "real" art, but I disagree. After all, the great Impressionists were at times cast aside precisely because they painted their impressions of daily life: ponds with water lilies; people picnicking or eating at sidewalk cafes; ballerinas behind-the-scenes. It wasn't true art because it was "too real". Many people disliked Andy Warhol's famous soup cans for the same reason. How can something so common, so simple, be art? Warhol was a modern day impressionist, silk screening his impressions of daily life. Today, it seems that the only thing that differentiates Impressionism from Instagram is the medium.
Art is not a luxury. Art is for everyone, not just the elite. Most artists will never know fame or wealth, but that does not diminish the endeavor. Art is vital to life itself. Humans have left their artistic mark since time immemorial. Creating art is as much a part of being human as reason itself. Creo Ergo Sum. I create, therefore I am.