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What is it...........?
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| Photo Information |
Copyright: Kev Ryan (KevRyan)
![Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 1882 W: 177 N: 4636]](http://i1.trekearth.com/misc/g-g-g.gif) (20238) |
| Genre: People |
| Medium: Black & White |
| Date Taken: 2008-02 |
| Categories: Event |
| Camera: Canon EOS 5D |
| Photo Version: Original Version |
| Date Submitted: 2008-05-08 14:57 |
| Viewed: 457 |
| Points: 4 |
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| [Note Guidelines] Photographer's Note |
What is it..........
you wanted to know about the world?
about the lives of inanimate objects?
about the mimickery of human form?
about the eye of the photographer?
about the exuberance of the actor?
the control of the director?
the ideas of the author?
what is it........
you wanted to know about a country
just north of Iran
with more cousins in that country than their own
which is more than 95% Muslim
but which doesn't conform to the stereotypes
held so dear elsewhere........
where they perform Kafka
in a way that is relevant and exciting
where they have fountains which sing
where they honour the fallen with an eternal flame
where the uniformity is a mask
where the independence is strong
and where so many stories wait to be told......
what is it in our world
that doesn't rely on formulaic images
to diversify human life
what is it............
shaping and making this planet for what it is
for better
or for worse? |
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Who knows? Who wants to know? Who is the subject capable of objectifying? I want to know what I am but in wanting to know that knowledge is unavailable, the unrequited love of the object I construct, the infinitely irresisitble, infinitely unattainable object of desire, the mirror image after which I lust, the plastic perfection my porous skin will never comprehend. Who knows why I am so alienated from myself, my own idealized image of perfection, my own corrupted disavowal of the other, the dark, the light, the hidden, the transparent. Who knows why I, a human, prefer the inanimate replica over the misshapen actor, the slick and silent arrays of manequins over the lumpen lumps of flesh? Why would I consort with that which I am not, when that which I am is never more than a breath away? What is it? It is what I am not? It is who I will never be.
- MarcT
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- [2008-05-09 0:32]
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Hi Kevin,
Instead of giving answers, you're just showing a note with more questions... :o))
In fact, what is this really about: actors?, people fighting?, playing?, having fun???
I suppose that's the way you wanted it to be! "What is it..."
A portrait of Baku, the way you saw it (not me ;o))...)
Cheers
Marc
PS: Did you work on some of my pictures for my "revisted" series?
