There is this love-hate relationship I have developed with the urban minimal photography theme.
I find myself naturally drawn to seeking such subjects when out on the streets, and I find very appealing the clean–perhaps clinical–simplicity of the genre, but at the end of it all, I wonder if one may argue that there is a certain vacuum in subject matter and a certain absence of depth (at times spatial as much as emotional) which really is just a way of revealing the lack of potential in one’s photography (read: my own).
And yet there is a fabulous community of minimal photographers on Instagram, with a range of undoubtedly stunning shots that can also be taken as very inspiring and proof that there is something to be said about the genre.
I remain on the fence. But do check out #minimalphoto, #paradiseofminimal, #rsa_minimal (to name just three popular tags) to see some interesting collections, or–at times–to find that diamond in the rough.
I wonder (dread?) if my forays into minimalism are really just the seeking of refuge from the inability to produce more dynamic, deep, and narratively-potent street shots. On the other hand, the minimal approach aligns well with my current life view. Perhaps there is purpose and reward after all.
Just writing down my current thoughts… If you have made it this far, what are your thoughts on minimalist photography? Care to share?
Below is a trio of recent attempts in the minimal theme from my Instagram (anyfidelity)–they share the attribute of a wall as background. They are not very good examples, I admit, but I think the basic spirit is there.