Heavy streaks of mascara smudged down a woman’s tear-ridden face, hair mangled, with a cigarette dangling lifelessly from her crimson lips. Blood stained hands, dirt stashed away under yellowed nails, symbols of violence and guilt. A man sitting alone, tie loosened with a glass of dark liquid in his hand. His wife, behind him, staring out of the paint-peeled window into her own world of despair. These images, whether craftily staged or captured in their most naked form, are flooding the cameras of today’s photographers. Photography, in its newest trend, has taken a winding turn down a road of realism. What used to be bike rides on a beach, oversized sunhats with trailing ribbons and laughter, has now become a capture of life in it’s most raw form. In essence, our art has become our life. It is surprisingly fresh, and it is brilliant. They are not merely attempting to show you a pretty picture, but are showing you what is real. To showcase that which we used to be ashamed of, that which we used to hide. This same trend of exhibiting raw emotion and shedding light on the naked truth of our society has also infiltrated our modern day films, poetry, and music. The movement is undoubtedly liberating for the artists, as well as, their observers, admirers and yours truly. This idea of realism is not a matter of “the good and the bad”, but more so a portrait of what is real. The transition of capturing art in its most rare form has provided us with a sense of connection to the artists, and opened a new window of dialogue. Though this movement may be hard for some to swallow, some of us are eager to gulp it down.
Article by, Stephanie Grice