Read this quote in a NYT article on Matisse today.
It was referencing how disappointed Matisse was with his book of cutouts, Jazz. He felt that all the texture and roughness had been smoothed out and that it had lost it’s soul.
The quote made me think in another direction, though.
It made me think of the difference between an experience and the record of an experience. I wrestle with this all the time when I find myself somewhere unique or doing something interesting. The urge to photograph or record is so strong it’s hard to resist, but I inevitably feel like I’ve lost something as I turn my attention to capturing the experience rather living it. I’m so glad I have the pictures I do, but I’ll confess I find myself leaving my camera behind more and more often and valuing the “original” experience more.