(un chat con mama)
en un documental que vi hace poco, un artista decia que el rasgo fundamental de la modernidad es la auto-reflexion.
modernidad como corriente cultural: el psicoanalisas, canto a mi mismo de Whitman, Einstein...
la exploracion de los propios sentimientos en contraposicion con el "cumplir un rol asignado en la sociedad".
la fotografia es el icono de esta era, no importa si entervenida o no. porque es el intrumento que pone en evidencia lo que trasciende al undividuo: el TIEMPO.
cuestion... que el modernismo devino en narcisismo.
ahora vamos en busca de el centro que implica aceptar lo que es y a partir de alli construir.
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30 de agosto de 2011
Life magazine
"To see life; to see the world; to eyewitness great events; to watch the faces of the poor and the gestures of the proud; to see strange things-machines, armies, multitudes, shadows in the jungle and on the moon; to see man's work-his paintings, towers, and discoveries; to see things thousands of miles away, things hidden behind walls and within rooms, things dangerous to come to; the women that men love and many children; to see and take pleasure in seeing; to see and be amazed; to see and be instructed..."
— Henry Luce
November 23, 1936
— Henry Luce
November 23, 1936
8 de agosto de 2011
24 de junio de 2011
on google street view and contemporary expierence
"This very way of recording our world, this tension between an automated camera and a human who seeks meaning, reflects our modern experience. As social beings we want to matter and we want to matter to someone, we want to count and be counted, but loneliness and anonymity are more often our plight."...
"We are bombarded by fragmentary impressions and overwhelmed with data, but we often see too much and register nothing. In the past, religion and ideologies often provided a framework to order our experience; now, Google has laid an imperial claim to organize information for us. Sergey Brin and Larry Page have compared their search engines to the mind of God and proclaimed as their corporate motto, “do no evil.”Although the Google search engine may be seen as benevolent, Google Street Views present a universe observed by the detached gaze of an indifferent Being. Its cameras witness but do not act in history. For all Google cares, the world could be absent of moral dimension."...
"The collections of Street Views both celebrate and critique the current world. To deny Google’s power over framing our perceptions would be delusional, but the curator, in seeking out frames within these frames, reminds us of our humanity."
img-mgmt-the-nine-eyes-of-google-street-view
13 de junio de 2011
2 de junio de 2011
on photography
la mejor foto es la que no capturo, por decision o destino.
aunque luego frunza el ceño y me muerda los labios por la ocasion/evento/suceso perdida, esfumada, nunca materializada.
pero es ese remordimiento el que permite grabar cada detalle -el color de la luz, la profundidad de las sombras, el ritmo del recuadro... y ese sentimiento de anelo y extraño, como si el mundo fuese una postal o un souvenir al que vuelvo cada tanto por un recuerdo- como si mi cerebro fuese madera, y la luz del recuerdo -el anelo- es la tinta multiplica la imagen cada vez que cierro los ojos.
y ahi permanece entero, eterno.
the best picture is the one uncaptured, by fate or decision.
albeit I then may frown and bite my lips for the missed occasion. vanished, never materialized.
but is the remorse what engraves every detail -the color of light, the depth of the shadows, the rhythm of the frame... and that feeling of eagerness and longing, as if the world was a postcard from a place ive been, and shot would break its spell- as if my brain was made from stone, and the light of memory -the eagerness- is the ink that multiplies the image... each time I close my eyes.
and there they remain entire, eternal.
aunque luego frunza el ceño y me muerda los labios por la ocasion/evento/suceso perdida, esfumada, nunca materializada.
pero es ese remordimiento el que permite grabar cada detalle -el color de la luz, la profundidad de las sombras, el ritmo del recuadro... y ese sentimiento de anelo y extraño, como si el mundo fuese una postal o un souvenir al que vuelvo cada tanto por un recuerdo- como si mi cerebro fuese madera, y la luz del recuerdo -el anelo- es la tinta multiplica la imagen cada vez que cierro los ojos.
y ahi permanece entero, eterno.
the best picture is the one uncaptured, by fate or decision.
albeit I then may frown and bite my lips for the missed occasion. vanished, never materialized.
but is the remorse what engraves every detail -the color of light, the depth of the shadows, the rhythm of the frame... and that feeling of eagerness and longing, as if the world was a postcard from a place ive been, and shot would break its spell- as if my brain was made from stone, and the light of memory -the eagerness- is the ink that multiplies the image... each time I close my eyes.
and there they remain entire, eternal.
23 de mayo de 2011
i ♥ W. Eugene Smith
"let the self generate it's own photographs. become a camera."
"Negatives are the notebooks, the jottings, the false starts, the whims, the poor drafts, and the good draft but never the completed version of the work... The print and a proper one is the only completed photograph, whether it is specifically shaded for reproduction, or for a museum wall. Negatives are private, as is my bedroom." From W. Eugene Smith's letter to Life, refusing to allow the magazine to have possession of his negatives.
"Negatives are the notebooks, the jottings, the false starts, the whims, the poor drafts, and the good draft but never the completed version of the work... The print and a proper one is the only completed photograph, whether it is specifically shaded for reproduction, or for a museum wall. Negatives are private, as is my bedroom." From W. Eugene Smith's letter to Life, refusing to allow the magazine to have possession of his negatives.
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