Photography has lost, or more precisely, changed its value. It’s cheap, it doesn’t retell stories, you can’t count 1000 words. Beauty is stock. Just search by keyword. One photo of a war-torn country is the same as the other. Children are dying in Africa and people still can’t name the country. Iraq and Afghanistan are pretty much the same, right? Deserts and soldiers. Streets are streets are streets. Portraits are just covers for magazines and newspapers. Still life can be captured by an iPhone. Tumblr photo posts trump Helmut Newton. Who needs exhibitions when there’s flickr? Webcam whores. Uncountable self-portraits of girls and women, perpetually out of focus for that oh-so-dreamy look.

In a blog post Amanda Palmer says “i believe in the future of cheap art”

It has to be. That’s the next step in artistic evolution. When everything is available how do you put a price on it? You sell yourself. Because people need it, need their souls captured, need to see something stop and not move.