Years ago, I earned a livelihood selling silver-gelatin photographs worldwide.
Each day, the 8x10 or 11x14 view camera joined me on my adventures. Together we created many beautiful images. At the end of our trips through the wild, we arrived home. Submerged the film into trays and processed each sheet. Once dry, print created, ready to share with the world. My customers couldn’t wait. They received these handmade photographs, ready to add to their collections. It was a time of great joy and happiness for all engaged.
Then along came digital, no more handmade perfection. The outcome, flawless digital negatives, and cheap mass-produced prints. The traditional photographer could no longer complete. They were out of business overnight.
From the frustration of the automated onslaught, the free-verse poem “The Future of Creativity” was penned.
The Future of Creativity
The presence of our contemporary age
Alters artistic vision down a spiral of emptiness.
Artist no longer creating the visual page,
Spellbound by ambitions of digital laziness.
Visions lost to the age of simplicity,
Erased to machines’ evil desires,
Deluded by storms of deception,
Creativity ceased as hell endures its fires.
Instant gratification — the new reality —
The yearning for excellence, no endurability.
Modern-day artistic visions,
Coerced by digital desires.
Tradition bankrupt by false realities,
Lost to a pallet of ones and zeros;
Artwork with no archival ability,
The future lost to modern-day technologies.
originally posted on walkinverse.