Inside this issue
Thomas Peck’s Critiques
Olaf Otto Becker
The real pleasure of photography is that it forces me to slow down and really look. That’s never easy in our rushed world, so a chance to stop, look and see is truly valuable.
The Quiet Sublime
The tradition of the Sublime in landscape has existed since the 18th Century. The most common understanding of the sublime is when the landscape inspires awe and wonder, even dread and terror. However, that particular representation has fallen out of favour, partly, I suspect, because it was overdone in artistic painterly circles and rapidly degenerated into cliché, partly because photography democratised the making of images which meant that virtually everywhere got photographed. Thus an image of the Alps no longer excited the 19/20th century viewer, let alone the 21st, as it had done in Turner’s day.
To make images of the Sublime, therefore, has got harder. We have already seen in On Landscape that there are some regions of the world that can still be seen as Sublime in this original Burkian sense, but they are few and far between.