Whether spurred by ego or posterity, man’s obsessive need to record his image has been around since he has been around. From early cave paintings we see images of hunting, building, human sacrifices, and pretty much all the things that make cave painting fun.
These primitive drawings evolved into beautiful works of art, such as Egyptian hieroglyphics and Greek sculpture.
As man’s desire to preserve his likeness increased, the great artists of the age (Leonardo Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, to name just a few) began to create their masterpieces. As brushstrokes pass through the ages, I would be remiss if I did not mention works of art that somehow have made the list of all-time greats.
Paintings of fat ladies with one leg, three boobs, and an arm growing out of each ear…oh, and I must not forget the works of art consisting of random paint splatters across a canvas that sell for millions. I would certainly love to have one hanging on my wall in the basement shower behind the curtain…but I digress.
The painting of portraits overlapped into the world of photography. The first photograph was produced in 1827. The camera had an eight hour exposure time and the picture itself was dark and lacked clarity.
The photographic process was made public in 1839. I have in my possession several old tin-type photographs of my family members. What I can’t understand, and not just in my pictures, is why people of that time look so mad. Maybe the smile hadn’t been invented way back when.
We’ve come a long way since then. From the old brownies to the Polaroid land camera, forging ahead through the 35 mm, disposables, and now we’re in the digital age, where photos of stellar-quality can be had instantly.
Much like writing, you should picture yourself within your story. If you’re truly there, you will notice not just the big picture, but the subtle nuances of each character, even down to the smells and sounds of your surroundings.
Now would one of you please come here and help me get this Mastodon back into his pose?