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This is the kitchen in my grandmother's home. It has changed very little in my lifetime or since it was built in 1947 for that matter.
So much of my life centers around this very spot where I stood to take this picture. Early mornings when my grandmother would send me off to school with a hearty breakfast of pancakes and sausage. Evenings coming home exhausted from track practice to the welcoming smells of home cooking. Helping grandma wash dishes while we discussed the day's issues. Summers with friends tracking dripping water across the floor in our wet swimsuits as we dashed in to grab a popsicle. Preparing bedtime snacks with grandpa. He would smile and pat me on the head. Late night talks with my uncles over hamburgers. Countless family gatherings with more people crammed into this small space than you could imagine. Happy greetings. Hugs and long goodbyes (just to the left of the window is the door out to the driveway).
If these old walls,
If these old walls could speak
Of the things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held
Sanaz Mazinani (b. Tehran, Iran, 1978). Threshold. 2015/2024
Acrylic mirror, silicone, wood, steel, paint, digital video & sound file.
Sound Composition by Mani Mazinani. Courtesy of the artist, Stephen Bulger Galtery, and Edward and Marla Schwartz.
“Mirrors are often regarded as offering a transparent and unbiased view of reality. In Threshold, mirrors are used to situate the viewer between reality and distorted images, encouraging self-reflection and self-awareness.
Sanaz Mazinani’s work uses intricate laser-cut mirror panels inspired by Islamic architecture. These mirrors reflect images of the viewer and intermingle them with video projections - a coming together within a fractured dimension. The video is created using multiple scenes of explosions taken from Hollywood movies, evoking Mazinani’s childhood experiences of war and conflict.
By mirroring and multiplying these scenes, Mazinani transforms the shocking explosions into kaleidoscopic compositions that captivate the visitor’s attention. Her artwork questions the over exposure and manipulation of conflict in the media industry and the distorted reality that these images create.
Sanaz Mazinani is an artist, academic, and educator based in Toronto. She works across the disciplines of photography, sculpture, and large-scale multimedia installations. Mazinani creates informational objects that invite us to rethink how we see. Her work has been shown internationally and is held in public collections including the Art Gallery of Ontario and the Aga Khan Museum.”
Aga Khan Museum / Light: Visionary Perspectives / Phillip K. Smith III: Two Corners
Digital manipulation
"Your soul needs time for solitude and self-reflection. In order to love, lead, heal and create, you must nourish yourself first." ~Louise Hay~
Soul Searching, ditching the shells of the past, switching from the hell of the past, itching to propel past... my soul's lurching
Influenced by an interpretation of Lee Jeffries’ powerful portrait style, I wanted to explore that same raw, emotional intensity in my own self‑portrait. Facing myself through the lens was humbling — every line and shadow felt like a chapter of my life reflected back at me. I used dramatic window light, a tight close‑up, and heavy black‑and‑white processing to emphasize texture and depth, pushing myself to be as honest in front of the camera as I try to be behind it.
Often in life, one must cleanse the soul; undergoing a series of self reflective exercises to uncover the highs and lows pertaining to one's life. Just like this photo depicts beautiful Mount Lassen, and its reflection on the lake, life sometimes can and will display the obvious to your very own eyes. Live, love and enjoy life. Photo of Mount Lassen captured at Manzanita Lake. Shasta County. Late October 2012.
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"Closer to midnight the girls would begin the most mysterious and most awaited part of the night - divinations. Firstly, they would take some porridge or borscht in a cup, sit on top of the gates and loudly repeat the following chant three times - «Доле, доле, йди до мене кашу їсти!». This can be roughly translated as: Destiny, my destiny, come to me, have some porridge! By destiny they mostly meant their betrothed one. After the chant they would wait for some kind of answer. Their future husband was believed to live in the part of the village from which they heard any sound. The girl would be especially glad if, in response to her chant, she heard a rooster – this was considered to be "fate’s voice!"
We opened our ears, heard the trees talk and the wind move us within. Then we heard fate's voice - a rooster.
For today's alternative monochrome moment, go to: www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog/nz59kytcgf8kp48xnnx3jpwjk5xh8m
Please see my pic at LARGE or even better ON BLACK
Pose by TJM (The Joy Movement)
Windlightsettings by Ami Windlight-settings
Clouds: Blazter (Javier) / Deviantart
Hair: Mirai Style...
Primnails: Junwave
Self-portrait playing with light from a lamp and the traffic lights coming through my blinds in the background.
Sometimes life is about self-exploration especially when one is going through a time of transition and change. I have been trying to decide what's up with the random self-portraits I've been doing since they are not particularly about being vain or showing off (which secretly I felt insecure about everytime I posted them). They are partly because life is busy, and in the evening when I finally get home there are only so many photography subject to take photos of. However, I am realizing after some self-reflection that they are about trying to re-learn who I am as just me. So here's one with hair a mess and no make-up. No smile because it's about looking looking backward, and self-reflecting for better or worse. This one is just me.
Photo captured along Dyerville Road at Founders Grove near Avenue of the Giants. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
+4 in comments. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Inspirational credit goes to Savannah. I don't have her awesome red sweater and amazing long hair, though. For some reason this amazing song by the incomparable Cyndi Lauper came to mind while I was doing this. Listen. Be amazed. I dare you not to get tears in your eyes!
There's something that I never told
When I find myself slipping off of my pedestal
I'm a fierce believer afraid to fall.
But if I was fearless ...
Could I be your reckless friend
And if I was helpless ...
Could you be the one comes rushing in.
Sometimes I'm afraid of the dark
I can't find the light in my heart
I can see my hand pushing away
Hard as I can
But if I was fearless ...
Could I be your wreckless friend
And if I was helpless ...
Could be the one comes rushing in.
Lost in a haze of self reflection a patron ponder his life.
It's this type of street photography that I derive the most satisfaction in capturing that one moment in time that defines an image.
This image was originally taken for Macro Monday's "Seeing Double" Theme. You can see the original image below in comments. Two texture images and a lot of sliding resulted in this image.
Have been doing a lot of this recently, reflecting that is, and generally the thoughts are in color. :-)))
Please click on the photo to view in the light box.
An Idea that popped into my head. May see a few of me as part of my bucket list to get 12 Self Portraits I deem worthy of framing or printing at the end of the year. I am glad my muse helped with my idea in the month of January!
saw this woman on the stoop of her building in midtown, as i was walking to lunch. i hoped i could get this picture. but i had run out of film. so i stopped. i reloaded the camera. prefocussed. walked by. shot.
this is the first frame of this roll.
most of the other images on that roll were not worth mentioning.
not completely sure what it is about the film pictures that makes them calmer and less frantic. i think i shoot at a similar speed when shooting film. maybe i am more thoughtful. maybe i try to imagine more precisely what it could be that might help the shot? and perhaps the distance helps too. i have maybe 50 exposed films sitting in the freezer now. i have no idea what i shot on those films. maybe when i finally take the time to have them developed, maybe when i finally take the time to look at them. maybe the encounter will be more meaningful than staring at the photos in the import window of lightroom, or on the small display of the M9 (or another digital camera for that matter.) perhaps the distance is important. perhaps it is good to try to make things work, and then to step away. maybe a few months would be good as a distance. maybe even years. immediate sharing is probably cool for some things. but some other things just need their time.
Leica MP, Summicron M f2/28, Fujichrome Provia 400X
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From a digital eye, to a tropical bird against the sky: www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog/dtmfttjgz76kmlj9jnlpb9rbp3saxk