Your photography speaks loud to me, in a very gentle way, it tells me stories. Each photo seems to have been freshly cut from the big picture, one can easily see people are breathing, cars are moving - life is pulsing everywhere.
"freshly cut from the big picture" - yes, a part of the living flow of time, as if the photographs didn't kill it as they use to do, on the contrary, they reveal it to us different and new, and we see ourselves different and new in its pulsating fabric... it is impossible for me to say more here, i can't... but i am here, breathing inside and beyond each wave of light which made these images possible...
Kenia: I am touched by your words. Each photograph has its won story, or its multiple stories, depending on who sees it. This has little or nothing to do with me -- it is in the nature of photography. They are like people (or poems) -- if we know them closely enough, they are never singular -- each opens out into the others, perhaps into all the others.....
Roxana: photography, to me, always seems to be about time, a tension between the stilled moment of the image and the ongoing rush of the day, but these photos are especially so ... these two -- in their shadows or blurred reflection, in the softness of a hand that signals, even in the empty glasses -- are alive and woven into their moment with a special, lucky grace -- and yet, somehow, outside time, as well, in their own special day that continues ... i lower my eyes and don't know how to speak further of this :-)
photography, to me, always seems to be about time, a tension between the stilled moment of the image and the ongoing rush of the day
i begin to see this just now. you have said it before. you have said it in a variety of different ways, in photos and in poems and in living and in clear speech, but i only begin to see this (in you) just now. this is incredible, as it is so evident! and so i begin to wonder what else i am not seeing clearly and i am eager for the moments of clarity that float down without being called.
erin: each moment the whole world fades inside of us ... i don't know if i want photography to still and preserve the moment, or celebrate the fade ... a bit of both, i suppose...
those moments of uncalled clarity are grace ... i hope they never stop coming and revealing to us, or refocusing, unsuspected corners of the landscape of each other :-)
Your photography speaks loud to me, in a very gentle way, it tells me stories. Each photo seems to have been freshly cut from the big picture, one can easily see people are breathing, cars are moving - life is pulsing everywhere.
ReplyDeleteCan I ask what camera and lens do you use?
xo
"freshly cut from the big picture" - yes, a part of the living flow of time, as if the photographs didn't kill it as they use to do, on the contrary, they reveal it to us different and new, and we see ourselves different and new in its pulsating fabric... it is impossible for me to say more here, i can't... but i am here, breathing inside and beyond each wave of light which made these images possible...
ReplyDeleteKenia: I am touched by your words. Each photograph has its won story, or its multiple stories, depending on who sees it. This has little or nothing to do with me -- it is in the nature of photography. They are like people (or poems) -- if we know them closely enough, they are never singular -- each opens out into the others, perhaps into all the others.....
ReplyDeleteRoxana: photography, to me, always seems to be about time, a tension between the stilled moment of the image and the ongoing rush of the day, but these photos are especially so ... these two -- in their shadows or blurred reflection, in the softness of a hand that signals, even in the empty glasses -- are alive and woven into their moment with a special, lucky grace -- and yet, somehow, outside time, as well, in their own special day that continues ... i lower my eyes and don't know how to speak further of this :-)
ReplyDeletephotography, to me, always seems to be about time, a tension between the stilled moment of the image and the ongoing rush of the day
ReplyDeletei begin to see this just now. you have said it before. you have said it in a variety of different ways, in photos and in poems and in living and in clear speech, but i only begin to see this (in you) just now. this is incredible, as it is so evident! and so i begin to wonder what else i am not seeing clearly and i am eager for the moments of clarity that float down without being called.
xo
erin
erin: each moment the whole world fades inside of us ... i don't know if i want photography to still and preserve the moment, or celebrate the fade ... a bit of both, i suppose...
ReplyDeletethose moments of uncalled clarity are grace ... i hope they never stop coming and revealing to us, or refocusing, unsuspected corners of the landscape of each other :-)