She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
I never really consider myself as ‘into art’. know nothing of technique or historical style or context. When I was younger I painted and drew quite expressively but I felt the teaching of art at my school was particularly oppressive and incredibly conformist, and in feeling the creativity of it being squashed out of me, I dropped the subject. Then, instead of continuing to do my own research into it and enjoy the bits I did like, I just kind of let it go. Idiot.
Despite now being in my fifth year of living in Glasgow, I only ventured to the Kelvingrove Gallery and the GOMA in the past month. I absolutely adored the GOMA, modern art seems to be my jam, but – as silly as this sounds, given that art is all about your own connections with it – I felt like a dad at a Justin Bieber concert with his 12 year old daughter. No, I wasn’t disgusted by it, but I felt like a fraud, walking around looking at all the beautiful things (did I just insinuate Bieber is beautiful? maybe), pretending to love and understand, but really not knowing a single thing about it.
I’ve never made a habit of going to galleries and getting lost in paintings or sculptures for this reason. I do enjoy it – the observing and interpreting of each piece in your own way forces you to be truly in the moment and calms me so much, but it just doesn’t feel right.
What’s totally different, is photography. It might not be in a gallery but i can spend hours and hours getting lost on the amazing website Flickr, still the most popular sharing platform for professional photography (note: snaps of your scran on insta don’t count as professional.) Photography I can connect with, photography I can get lost in, without worrying or caring that I’m not a professional appreciator due to lack of knowledge. And as with everything, I love the dark, gritty and mystical types of photography the most.
That’s why I fell in love with the work of Marwane Pallas. After reading an article about him this week, I discovered he’s a self-taught fine art photographer. He has created a series called Forced Perspective, and although the images aren’t the most topically original I’ve ever seen, they’ve got such an impact.
Check out the rest of Marwane’s work here.