Found this in the RFF forum.
Joel Meyerowitz on being 'street invisible'.
Nice moves though.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
K-Light
Perhaps the vast trail of chaotic lights mean something.
..to someone else.
(photo taken somewhere in cubao, along the road, in front of plaza fair supermarket; 16 Nov 08).
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I just remembered it was my Lolo's (grandfather) birthday on 16 Nov. We never got to meet him; he was shot in the head in 1968 by rebels during his mayoral term.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Magnumimity
..and it doesn't mean anything.
Despite the endless satisfaction of having photos printed in the 'daily', the other part of me relishes the experience of being behind the camera on that very day.
Out of the books I have, or what I’ve read about photography, I never really understood the ‘art’ that I make. I think no matter how many times I read self-help books, or books on technical mumbo-jumbos, or books on how to take ‘better’ photos, it really doesn’t feel like ‘art’ that I’ve created. It all feels lifeless, soulless, as empty streets, as hollow tubes, in wonderment of the emptiness that surrounds my shallow shell.
Henri Cartier-Bresson isn’t like that; he is always and continuous to be in his moment, in his life. He defines himself an anarchist, always in fight, thinking freely and ruthless with rules. He defines it as an ethic, an act, an attitude of loving. It is a philosophy in life, that if we all thought and breathe as it, we will be a society in ‘nirvanic’ chaos. In his interview with Charlie Rose, I cannot help but feel invigorated with his spirit while watching and hearing his heart and mind talk like scripture and psalms. I wrote some to put to heart. An artist, he says is anybody who is sensitive. What is art anyway? Is it just a bunch of things put together by someone? A casual observer could nudge the idea of anything to waste. The thing about it that makes it ‘art’ is the way the ‘artist’ has done his craft; it is how much you put your heart into it that grounds it into foundation.
Sensitivity, maybe in fact, be the ‘why’ an artist recognizes the moment to capture in frame. At that moment, there is a connection between the artist and subject. There is a reason to be interested. Nevermind the grey areas of unexplainability. It is perhaps the way the ‘artist’ interprets himself, affected by the subject. It might be so that Cartier-Bresson insists on being an anarchist, being passionate about his craft and his life.
.:All creativity is found everywhere in the universe and it is channeled through me.
Despite the endless satisfaction of having photos printed in the 'daily', the other part of me relishes the experience of being behind the camera on that very day.
Out of the books I have, or what I’ve read about photography, I never really understood the ‘art’ that I make. I think no matter how many times I read self-help books, or books on technical mumbo-jumbos, or books on how to take ‘better’ photos, it really doesn’t feel like ‘art’ that I’ve created. It all feels lifeless, soulless, as empty streets, as hollow tubes, in wonderment of the emptiness that surrounds my shallow shell.
Henri Cartier-Bresson isn’t like that; he is always and continuous to be in his moment, in his life. He defines himself an anarchist, always in fight, thinking freely and ruthless with rules. He defines it as an ethic, an act, an attitude of loving. It is a philosophy in life, that if we all thought and breathe as it, we will be a society in ‘nirvanic’ chaos. In his interview with Charlie Rose, I cannot help but feel invigorated with his spirit while watching and hearing his heart and mind talk like scripture and psalms. I wrote some to put to heart. An artist, he says is anybody who is sensitive. What is art anyway? Is it just a bunch of things put together by someone? A casual observer could nudge the idea of anything to waste. The thing about it that makes it ‘art’ is the way the ‘artist’ has done his craft; it is how much you put your heart into it that grounds it into foundation.
Sensitivity, maybe in fact, be the ‘why’ an artist recognizes the moment to capture in frame. At that moment, there is a connection between the artist and subject. There is a reason to be interested. Nevermind the grey areas of unexplainability. It is perhaps the way the ‘artist’ interprets himself, affected by the subject. It might be so that Cartier-Bresson insists on being an anarchist, being passionate about his craft and his life.
.:All creativity is found everywhere in the universe and it is channeled through me.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
In between plus and minus
Beyond the light and shadows we seek peace and tranquility. Behind this desk, I write my forlorn wailing. I am lost in a cloud of negative thoughts right now. I am blurred by self-imposed inadequacies in life, love, work, family, friendships, and all the other crap in this world.
I can still smile somehow, eating lunch in front of this splendor of a window. I smile looking forward tomorrow.
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