One reason I like photography (and painting, and sculpture, and all of the visual arts, really) is that it is communication without words. I suppose this concept is fairly obvious to understand, but really, it’s pretty deep with you think about it. If you’ve been moved by a work of visual art (and I hope you have), it’s not because someone described it to you, or explained it to you, or communicated the nature of it to you in a code of linguistic symbols having abstract meanings attached thereto by which we exchange concepts and ideas with one another. It’s because when you looked at it, it acted on you in ways that defy speaking and writing, that refuse to engage the cognitive and reasoning parts of the brain that are required to process language. Instead, it reached out and touched the parts of your brain that don’t work on a linguistic level, but that respond instead to line and shape, to tone and luminosity, to space and arrangement, and it made you
That’s pretty cool.
Not a slam on my writer friends in the audience, just an interesting observation.