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“Each action exists in double form. First as a live process, then as a reflection, an aftermath, brought back into the gallery space. This is a private arena which allows the documentation to interact as a collection of works that together serve as windows towards several aspects and conditions of the city of Amsterdam. Stories of the place, but also ruptures, become opportunities to reflect on what it means to navigate the everyday.” Blow by Alina Lupu. Interview by Cristina Buta (4/4)
self portrait- while waiting for my boyfriend to try on some amazing a&f jeans, I found a photo opportunity and just happened to have my camera with me :-P
“I don’t like to make for beauty because beauty shouldn’t be something that is caught and held onto other than in memory. The pursuit of beauty causes more confusion than clarity, and I’m more interested in the pursuit of truths. Beauty is something that shouldn’t last.” Young Blood by Christine Wu (4/5)
November 29: Reflection
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Kitty sees what kitty believes she is. A touch of cubism. 8x5 watercolor book.
God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
present. in fact, more present than he could remember being for months: this breath, this air, this...
light. (look at that light!)
he stopped, stared at the white-washed wall, keenly aware of every sense he could name.
physically motionless, yet spinning wildly: obsessed with the notion that a little burst of light-energy had traveled millions of miles across darkness to intersect this exact space and time, and project this image onto this wall.
he reached for the camera.
silhouettes. shadows. inherently us, yet, also the absence of us. the us from just a moment before. he thought briefly of a short by ray bradbury that made him cry in elementary school, and then the tears he hid because he was in class, and new to that school, and didn't want others to pick on him. and how later, in high school, he learned how that the short story referenced a poem by a completely different author and how much he liked that there was an entirely new dimension to that totally familiar thing.
...and then, having raced over jumbled memories spanning half a lifetime, he lowered his arms, turned to face the sun and considered, "is it possible to be in love with the very act of falling in love?"
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it was really that simple: an unbridled train of thought that sped across a series of experiences until being derailed entirely by a seemingly innocuous non sequitur.
the instant passed in much the way it arrived: silhouettes stepped back into to shadows, the ship sailed forward on tide waters pulled by the moon, the planet spun on its axis, whilst hurtling around the sun. (without ceremony, the system resets.)
excluding local trips to the grocery store—or, say out to the coast—he (like everyone he knows, and everyone you know) has travelled about 584 million miles since that instant, that self-reflection, that seemingly innocuous non-sequitur.
a truly great distance.
so great, that it is rather incomprehensible, really. in all that travel, all that time, it would be easy to suggest that we might all stumble across answers to our questions much the way that we might stumble across missing house keys. or that sweater we wore every day last winter. or that friend we haven't seen--or honestly, thought of--since elementary school.
but, no.
yet unanswered, the question has rattled around as an over-thought-thought, slowly forged with time and consideration into a kind of diagnostic laser. a tool used both to highlight and analyze a catalog of life experiences past, and present. a tool that is far too sharp to be used in a non-laboratory environment. a tool that he is only very recently realized is slowly, casually, setting fire to the building.
the fire! full circle....
he smiles again, thinking back to the originating short story, and how this haunting question was, in its own way, yet another entirely new dimension to a totally familiar thing.
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The crash. The attic smashing into kitchen and parlour. The parlour into cellar, cellar into sub-cellar. Deep freeze, armchair, film tapes, circuits, beds, and all like skeletons thrown in a cluttered mound deep under.
Smoke and silence. A great quantity of smoke.
Dawn showed faintly in the east. Among the ruins, one wall stood alone.
Within the wall, a last voice said, over and over again and again, even as the sun rose to shine upon the heaped rubble and steam: “Today is..."
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- Excerpt from: "There Will Come Soft Rains," by Ray Bradbury
Self Reflection:
( I was not sure where to put our reflection, so I will write one here and send one as a word document on Moodle.).
Throughout this whole Triptych experience, I had a lot of ideas in mind. I wanted to put my own emotions into these three pictures. However, I had to play the safe card for this project as I was not sure if nudity was appropriate for this project. I did not want to violate any rules. But, I loved the experience, Kelsey has helped me portray what I wanted to show my target audiences. The message is very clear and that the dimming of the light complements her expressions which I really love! I have learned a lot especially while doing the creative brief, it made me organize everything and explain to my model what I wanted with full comprehension. Overall, everything turned out great at the end and hopefully would do more of this project in the near future.
07.07.09 | IMG_2300
Castelletto Cervo,
strada di campagna circondata da verdissime risaie.
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"Self-reflection"
Castelletto Cervo's town, north of Italy.
Country road surrounded by green rice fields
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I'm trying to enter each monthly round of the APOY competition this year, and next month is 'Street Photography', so I thought I'd head to Spitalfields Market with the LX3 and see what I could do.
Which turned out out be nothing, as I had no confidence to take any people shots at all. So I took the easy option and pointed the camera at a building instead - they don't look back at you..
Fair play to those that get great results from their street shooting - braver than me..
Also, looks like I knocked the aspect ratio switch on the LX3 to 4:3, hence the odd shape of this one...
On someone's suggestion I came down to Mooney's Bay, by myself.
Then suddenly I came up with an idea to just put the camera down and take a shot of me in this state, whether it focused on me or not. I think it looks just fine, if not better, focusing on the grass.
The idea of self-reflection is quite true: for instance, I don't have school, no job, and no friends at all to hang out with. My whole life is ahead of me.
Mooney's Bay is perhaps one of my most favorite places in this city. Unfortunately I couldn't stay long - I had to get all the way back home, about 14.94 km away. If I had my way I'd have gone swimming, right there. It's a sandy bottom, no sea weed, and the water is beautiful.
It's kind of lonely there too. That's how I feel anyway. Man, the grass did a good job, I love this composition.