The Greatest Photo Ever Taken
By Adam Greene
My friends. My readers. People who've accidentally stumbled upon the site looking for Clay Aiken fan fiction. I present to you the greatest single photograph ever taken by mortal man.
No. You're not dreaming. It is real.
Absolutely stunning, isn't it?
When discussing great works of art, it's important to find the artist's thoughts represented in the photograph... to discover why he made the choices he made and what those choices brought to the work.
First, why photography? A composition of this brilliance is certainly worthy of being forever captured in oil and canvass. Or perhaps even brought forth with chiseled precision out of a large piece of marble.
Is it, perhaps, a statement on the casual way we dismiss the wonders around us every day that compelled the artist to use photography? A disposable medium for a disposable world? A disposable existence?
Do not think that the use of black and white film here was an accident. No, it too was symbolic of what separates us. Black--white. Short--tall. Wool sweater--Unkempt gnarled chest pubes. All a gut wrenching dichotomy.
Here is a tall, white man who can drive the talking car.
Here is a short, black man who could be used as its hood ornament.
One wears an afro. The other is Gary Coleman.
But, among the despair there is hope. They look directly at us. You. Me. Humanity itself, seeing past our differences of skin color, culture, religion or amount of body hair and tell us we're okay. They look to the future, thumbs extended up toward the Creator, showing that even in the bleakest and Webster-iest of times, we're going to make it.
Young Arnold, tiny and portable as he is, doesn't have to ride on the hood, in the trunk, or even in KITT's custom leather center-mounted Britax Roundabout car seat. No, he will sit up front like a big boy. And together, he and David can speed off, fighting crime, having adventures, and turbo boosting their way into our hearts. Into our souls.
I think, in the end, that was what Willis was talking about all along.
My friends. My readers. People who've accidentally stumbled upon the site looking for Clay Aiken fan fiction. I present to you the greatest single photograph ever taken by mortal man.
No. You're not dreaming. It is real.
Absolutely stunning, isn't it?
When discussing great works of art, it's important to find the artist's thoughts represented in the photograph... to discover why he made the choices he made and what those choices brought to the work.
First, why photography? A composition of this brilliance is certainly worthy of being forever captured in oil and canvass. Or perhaps even brought forth with chiseled precision out of a large piece of marble.
Is it, perhaps, a statement on the casual way we dismiss the wonders around us every day that compelled the artist to use photography? A disposable medium for a disposable world? A disposable existence?
Do not think that the use of black and white film here was an accident. No, it too was symbolic of what separates us. Black--white. Short--tall. Wool sweater--Unkempt gnarled chest pubes. All a gut wrenching dichotomy.
Here is a tall, white man who can drive the talking car.
Here is a short, black man who could be used as its hood ornament.
One wears an afro. The other is Gary Coleman.
But, among the despair there is hope. They look directly at us. You. Me. Humanity itself, seeing past our differences of skin color, culture, religion or amount of body hair and tell us we're okay. They look to the future, thumbs extended up toward the Creator, showing that even in the bleakest and Webster-iest of times, we're going to make it.
Young Arnold, tiny and portable as he is, doesn't have to ride on the hood, in the trunk, or even in KITT's custom leather center-mounted Britax Roundabout car seat. No, he will sit up front like a big boy. And together, he and David can speed off, fighting crime, having adventures, and turbo boosting their way into our hearts. Into our souls.
I think, in the end, that was what Willis was talking about all along.
posted by Adam Greene at
3:31 PM
3 Comments:
Simply awesome. You touched me with this one, Greene.
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Anonymous, at 7:13 AM
And that is why I will never be a writer. You look at this photo and see life. I look at at and see two shows that I can't believe I used to watch.
By
Anonymous, at 1:25 PM
I can believe it. Knight Rider was the shadowy flight through the dangerous world of a man...who does not exist.
He did not exist!
By
Adam Greene, at 3:56 PM
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