I asked a writer about the interesting “forms” of his books. One looks like two different territories separated by an event. The other is weaved with “devices” which acts like small intermissions or surprising dreams reports.
I’m interested by forms in literature, from style to tricks with narration or punctuation (who said Faulkner?), and I stay amazed by the american ways of using storytelling (like in Siri Hustvedt’s essays, which mix her personal life with ideas and concepts).
The writer told me that he doesn’t “think” about the form : it comes in the moment, it imposes itself.
That made me think about this photographer, who said :
“A photographer solves a picture, more than composes one.”
As if there was just ONE way to take the picture, in a given place.
That’s my tool today : is the form of a piece of work imposed by itself? As the artist, here, of course, only decides : what does that mean? Where do you know this? In other arts? How does this work?
Thanks for reading!
Photo : Stephen Shore