Sunday, February 27, 2011

A classical love story told uniquely...

Normally, I would like to give credit to the photographer, since it’s not the camera that’s taking the great photograph, but the genius mind of the photographer. This photograph, however, has a sad story in this sense.
Not to be misunderstood, I still appreciate the photograph I’m going to present here. And certainly, I do give credit to the photographer. The only thing is I don’t know who the photographer is. 

I saw this photograph at the Modern Museum of Art in Barcelona (Museu d’Art Contemporani de Barcelona) in a limited time exhibit called “Praha, Paris, Barcelona: Photographic Modernity 1918-1948”. I was very lucky to run into this exhibit in my very little time in Barcelona to see this photograph which has had a direct impact in my vision of digital photography. Unfortunately, the little notebook in which I took notes about the photographs is at home and I have to write this post without being able to mention the photographer’s name. I apologize for this inconvenience, standing on the world wide stage of the web.


As I was walking through the gallery, this particular photograph struck me at once. The image you see is very familiar, but at the same time different, weird and a little bit disturbing. It grabs your attention instantly and starts you to think of what the artist wants you to. It is a path very well directed through the impeccable ingenuity of the photographer.

It is a silhouette of a man and a woman; however, the images cross over each other. It is a love story, obviously, possibly a sad one, as the man and the woman are looking at opposite directions, yet they are in one another. In other words, the two are essentially one. Who knows why they cannot be together; there can be a number of reasons, but the truth is that they love each other.

Lovers forced to depart is a historically cliché story. However, it is very well put in this photograph, smartly and uniquely. As much as the story itself, the way how the photographer tells it interests me. The technique used in making this photograph is a well known dark room trick where you pose two photographs on one paper. In this case, the photographer overlapped to partial silhouettes to obtain a complete silhouette, half of which is a man’s face and the other half the woman’s, looking at opposite directions.

A couple words on why this photograph represents a milestone in my photographic journey. This photograph was altered, essentially, which in the digital world of photography directly corresponds to what most of us would instantly object: Photoshop. What is done in this photograph can be done exactly the same with the digital tools of Photoshop. This made me question if Photoshop was really something to stay away from or not.

In analog photography, the images are posed on a chemical film and the films are post-processed in the darkroom. After all, digital photography is just an extension of analog photography in a world where technology takes over and anything that does not keep up with it is wiped away. Looking from this point of view, Photoshop is only an extension of the darkroom, to post-process in the computer rather than the darkroom, the images that are posed on a sensor rather than a chemical abstract.


Friday, February 25, 2011

Thursday, February 24, 2011

I picked up this song





to be a background for this kind of feeling:

"When we are being compassionate, we consider another's circumstance with love rather than judgement... To be compassionate is to move into the right here, right now with an open heart consciousness and a willingness to be supportive."
— Jill Bolte Taylor* (My Stroke of Insight: A Brain Scientist's Personal Journey)


*Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor is a Harvard-trained brain scientist who suffered a stroke in 1996 -at the age of 37- in the left hemisphere of her brain. She spoke of her experience at the 2008 TED Conference and wrote a book titled "My Stroke of Insight: A Brain Scientist's Personal Journey".

In this conference, she says: "But on the morning of December 10 1996 … I watched my brain completely deteriorate in its ability to process all information. On the morning of the haemorrhage I could not walk, talk, read, write or recall any of my life. I essentially became an infant in a woman’s body.
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We are energy beings connected to one another through the consciousness of our right hemispheres as one human family. And right here, right now, all we are brothers and sisters on this planet, here to make the world a better place. And in this moment we are perfect. We are whole. And we are beautiful.
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But perhaps most important, it’s that little voice that says to me, “I am. I am.” And as soon as my left hemisphere says to me “I am,” I become separate. I become a single solid individual separate from the energy flow around me and separate from you.
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And this was the portion of my brain that I lost on the morning of my stroke.
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…And I’m asking myself, “What is wrong with me, what is going on?” And in that moment, my brain chatter, my left hemisphere brain chatter went totally silent.
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And at first I was shocked to find myself inside of a silent mind. But then I was immediately captivated by the magnificence of energy around me. And because I could no longer identify the boundaries of my body, I felt enormous and expansive. I felt at one with all the energy that was, and it was beautiful there."

full text:
http://www.zenmoments.org/stroke-of-insight/