tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141563562012-02-01T17:49:30.908+02:00forever tryingVladimir C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11139683333267810569noreply@blogger.comBlogger1431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156356.post-5304243816632195922011-10-03T23:54:00.000+03:002011-10-03T23:54:16.922+03:00

This is my first leaf printing, it's a text but after waiting one month and ruining a lot of them it's a small satisfaction!

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Aceste creaţii seminale sunt o puternică introspecţie în universul artistitului şi o critică adusă artei devenită comoditate în societate contemporană. :) pentru detalii, aici

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From: Model To: Photographer Dear photographer, The sharp and well lit portrait you made does not says the story of my life, neither it captures my personality or mood. It's just a nice looking face. The nude with me squirming my legs and arms in all possible places and directions, does not carry my feminine inner beauty or eroticism. It's just a nipple or piece of meat. Photographing me in

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This is one of my attempts to illustrate the irrelevance and imprecision of concepts like substance or natural (interesting article on this here). Actually, I disprove any kind of concept or theory with any exhaustively claim, but I’m sure you already know this. Also, this follows my view that photography can be seen as a series on transformations. First transformation is from the psychological

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What is art and what should we call art or what not ? I'm just joking, it's ok.

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If you are reading this, you are either someone interested in my work in a way more deep than the like button, either relative, either I highly appreciate your works. I would really like to thank you all for this.For anyone else I have created The artist memoirs. The images I will put there I mostly consider part of my learning process and way under my current level as seen by me (although I'm

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Image here is only a pretext to ask your help. Because I'm confused. And a bit tired and tipsy. Because I don't know where the fuck I'm going. With photography of course.My goal is filling the walls of my darkroom. And right before my death, I will burn everything. And right before burning, I will die. As my death will precede the death of my last photograph. And my last photograph I will burn

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Instead of silence.

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A view of the world outside my house.

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first part of like seriesI'm noticing that more and more, media, currents of thought and self-helping techniques tell us to think positive, to erase all the "no" and all the negations from our behavior and way of thinking.Facebook is one of the more obvious materialization of these ways. You have only one options in evaluating a thing one says (something): like. You can't dislike, you can't show

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Fuck you racist man.A post dedicated to every idiot that can write on a trash can or have an idea.

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I did not forget to make photography without concepts and abstract ideas.You liked even the ones without concepts as I remember.Can you imagine how many couples are having an orgasm at this exact moment? because you like Amelie Poulain

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In the contemporary city, time passes so fast that old symbols become outdated, and not due to time eroding but because they lose their context. Nothing dies of old age anymore.A big difference exists between the country side (rural) – where aged symbols are metamorphosed into rites and the city (urban) where outdated symbols are simply lost. The city has no long term memory and the society

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Main street, Limassol Immigration in Cyprus is massive, mostly from developing countries. A total of 15% of South Cyprus population consists of immigrants, of which one third came illegally from Asia. Most of the immigrants are young women, working in small factories spread around old city center. Minimum wage in this country is 700 EUR for full time jobs, but in the cases of immigrants from

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To desecrate something so mighty. This, opposite to the intrinsic meaning of flag desecration was done in private. It was not done with a specific national flag, it was done with the concept of a general absurdity that stands in front of some true reasons to kill and hate. I will destroy more symbols in some future series, as a homage to the people that believed in them. Nietzsche (or Dostoevsky)

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1.4 milliard people have no access to safe drinking water at this moment.One child dies every 17 seconds from water related diseases.Enjoy, water in water.

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12 noaptea şi nu am somn. Sunt atât de obosit încăt nu pot dormi. Pe plantaţie se culege mult bumbac în ultima vreme, bumbac care trebuie cules cu grijă pentru a îl cântări în GP şi împărţi MBO-uri şi alte rahaturi.Oboseala mă împiedică să citesc. Ce pot face ? Evident să explorez facebook, tot l-am "descoperit" recent. Sincer, mă aşteptam să fie mai rău. Dau peste linkul ăsta şi citesc. Citesc

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In the pianist world, where every sound is a law and every harmonic is a generation. Made to remember us that you can get lost anywhere, not only in the viewfinder, as we all suffer from our personal and specific autism.

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This is our world. Every penny is identical with the next one, every company with the one across the street, every product with the next one. The only difference is the form, essence remains the same.Ikea simplicity and plastic fantastic, we found concepts and now concepts are replacing us.Nine hours each day I'm the concept of employee. What concept are you ?

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(RO only, sorry).Voi incerca să nu repet lucruri deja scrise în multe alte locuri. Mă voi baza pe linkuri și trimiterea la documentare.În rest, să vedem.http://primul-click.blogspot.com/

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I'm on a short break, due lack of time and enthusiasm to materialize my ideas.I have two projects and some images in mind, I will be back as soon as my muse will come around.***Intre timp, vă fac o recomandare calduroasă:Dragan Radu - Foto tutorialArticolele sunt excelente, mult peste textele consacrate având ca subiect profunzimea de câmp, expunerea şi cum să faci portrete bune.

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After one year, I have made some minor updates to the website. Added some pictures and quick galleries, as some people don't have the time to browse through the story, although I would really appreciate to take your time and read the texts so you can follow my thoughts and maybe understand a bit of my journey.Vladimir C. - a ray of visionPlease leave comments regarding website in guestbook,

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consequentialism, transcendentalism, intuitionism, Manicheism, neo-Marxism, liberalism, occasionalism, utopianism, eternalism, logical positivism, compatibilism, apriorism, intellectualism, communitarianism, imperativism, perfectionism, romanticism, ethnocentrism, authoritarianism, libertarianism, gnosticism, Thomism, eudaimonism, relationalism, dynamism, anarcho-syndicalism, monotheism, logicism

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Irony around the world (1)This is the beginning of my holiday snapshots series.Will come back, soon. I just found Solaris (Tarkovsky, hi) and the way the heaven, I even saw heaven from the outside. It was full of shoes.Peace.

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A film image is created based on imperfections. A perfect crystal network is unable to retain the latent image that will eventually emerge in the final picture. There are no perfect colors. Each color is a wavelength and each wavelength is part of the whole spectrum. When choosing one, you will chose based on the whole not on the bits that creates micro-realities in the final image. And each

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He said that he hated his country. Disgusted by the people which lived in it, he took his memories and language fading away in another dream.There, in the brave new country, he realized that it was not home. But that was not a thing that could bother him, as apparently they were traveling. His home was not his country, as his country did not exist anymore, even in a dream of a dream. He said that

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If everybody likes my photography, but I don't, does it matter ?Isn't this my egoistical, hedonist and about me trip ?Probably most of the time, is both.

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This is not about death, as I never thought at nature dying. This is not about fade, as something never fades. It just changes color and light.This is not about void, as void it's just a concept.This is not even about nothing.It's just about something changing.

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I once had an Bonsai. At first he made flowers.As my life started changing, his flowers started to fall.Each day some new ones appeared, as he felt how I took care of him.As I was starting to feel insecure regarding my ways, flowers stopped appearing.Until the day I was tired and I started to resign. He started to fade.In the end, he died. Even if again I had power, it was too late for such a

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no connection between phrases, photographs or words; just some emerging and ordinary thoughtsI'm listening to an older song today, from "conquest of paradise".Are we still trying to conquer it ? Or we struggle on a constant road between heaven and hell, or the way we should see them.I don't see a different reality, I just make my own. Trying to learn, I'm sometimes forgetting to pause and think.

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I actually do not like them.That's all, no more cats next 5 years. I'm trying to adapt myself, as every photographer shoots cats, why shouldn't I ? Cats are the new pink.(next words are for google: Ilford Delta 3200 @ISO25000 Delta3200 @25000 push-process ISO25000)

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Basically, this is not a post with pictures. I just feel the need to leave a few words about me and photography.I'm becoming more and more fascinated about this journey. I have a strange and nice feeling every time I'm developing a film and everything smells like it was developed. I know the visible image will appear on my negative and it's forming as I stand near the tank. I'm trying to imagine

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"Which is the most important thing in life?", the girl asked the old man."To be free", he answered."But what means to be free?", she asked starring as she knew everything and no new things she had to learn."To ask", he saidAnd then the old man perished in a warm sea of leafs, leaving so many unanswered question.

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When I was little I was thinking that this world might be a world in another bigger one and the bigger one in another and so on. Then I’ve read a story (inspired from the myth of Iona) which ruined my dreams of innovation.Now I’m thinking that this world might be part of many other worlds, bigger and more complex, created by us.Some are ugly, some are sweet, some are shallow, some are erotic,

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Nothing new, only old.

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It's so strange this country. Hot, I think I'm starting to understand Meursault in a way. Somehow, I always understood him and in the same time I felt so far from him. This stupid MPD sometimes gets me.Sometimes I stare in dark places and imagine strange worlds in which abnormal things happen, without feeling my gaze.It's so hot... at least the sea is here. I wonder how would Lynch see the world

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From "an awkward world" series.

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text by NataliaPull up a flag and salute the new leader. Let the flag blow proudly into the wind while checking out the mark downs. The new symbol of casual, elegant and trendy is here. It is here and it's open on Sundays! So you have seven days a week to worship this fall's new line.Yes, that is right; it's not a Mall it’s more than that. It's the Debenhams-world. It may not have autonomy, but

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Say cheese. Or not.

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When we discovered relativity, everything became art.A bizarre art play that surrounds us. Everybody is an unique artist, in an unique world full of unique similarities.

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A moment of silence for a fogged film. Some good image I saw through the burning plastic, but nothing lived.Tip: never load a film in your tank when you're expecting people. This is what happens:

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They were looking at the systems through the strings, telling everyone how free they are.In a momentary lapse of faith, one of them saw the ropes. Scared, he quickly closed his eyes, hoping they will vanish soon.Dedicated to my never ending love for *isms.Stringism.

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... which continues, through a window, in a strange and far away room.A chair from which something just departed, in a fuzzy atmosphere.A blurry feeling is born, looking in that room. Was it a quiet slide in time and space, searching for a real island?

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I love the sound made by the developer while I agitate the tank.I love the way my workbench is clean and tidy, white and waiting for the substances to cool off.I love the smell of developer. The way my hands smell and the way my freshly rolled cigar has a light chemical scent while I smoke it satisfied by the job I've done.Rolling the film onto the developing spire will leave so many memories:

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I realize more and more that the sun, the heat and the quiet tends to suck someone's life.I will also shoot Holga from now. Because I want to show myself that technology should not matter that much (this being said by someone who shoots FE2). Because it's fun. Because size don't matter and because it's challenging.Watch the movie Eastern Plays. It doesn't need any word.I realized that if I will

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For me, photography is, above all, a space. A space where I try to build on my feelings, my thoughts or my ideas, using light as the main material, a space where I try to transform the bits of reality I see everyday into other structures, or just add to the ones already there. (1)For others, photography is just a way of relaxing and remembering places they’ve been to, things they saw, but trying

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Without the usual diffraction, inside some constant thoughts, so blurred as she's one with everything, she gently stepped into the sea, lost in a world of freedom.

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One reason to shoot film:Because it's not digital.

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Salty hot black and white

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I see around me a world full of plastic orgy. We overflow everything with kitsch, full of colors, full of sparkle and full of sex.The streets smell like sex, the people smell like the streets and I see everything becoming a space where beauty equals sexuality.Thank Freud for explaining and thank the machines that could produce millions of sexual accessories in an hour. Everything is starting to

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He floats into the air, forgetting the long way made until this point.He doesn't remember what was on the road, being unable too see what will follow.Just floating, into some kind of thin air, with a perspective so large that it becomes everything in a world full of perspective, where perspective is all and all is nothing.He still cares for simple things, but passes by them quickly, amused.Inside

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In dark place, in empty rooms and in void.From dark light emerges, enters the room and blows away the void.Creation takes place as the feeling is born. We live in darkness. We only have our feelings which lightens our ways. The rest is useless, material nonsense.

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In the nature we find love, time and creation.From the nature we can feed, learn and grow.With the nature we can play, walk and live.

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Plain ones. Continuously tired, like a low contrast image.

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I'm tired. A mask is a cliche that always works.

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Because everybody likes Bregovic and everybody has that strange attraction to death or to the fascination it surrounds it.

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Simply cliches

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In an uncertain world, where everybody is an actor, we only see what the light surrounding us shows. Camus said that an actor is a sincere liar, so we could say that everybody lies sincere.One who plays with light knows that light itself is another actor. It plays roles, have acts and it’s always moody. More, you can always see more in it.

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The sea.Infinite source of freedom, vitality and peace in a finite world.I don’t know if it is Camus influence in my life, or if I was simply born with this attraction.For me, the sea is one of the things from nature which tell me that no matter how much we’d strive to mess up this world, it will always be finite and meaningful in a much bigger picture than us.I will never have the photographic

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From now this blog will be written in English. The reason is that I have many visits from countries where people do not speak my language, non returning visits most of them. I still love my native language but I took this decision out of respect for all my visitors. We are fascinated by shadows. Most of us try to find shapes and meanings in them, while others imagine a dark and unknown part of

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De multe ori încerci să fii copil. Te legi de copilărie, de locul printre ale cărui jocuri, dulciuri, roz, albastru, polţişti şi prinţese stau îngrâmădite cele mai complexe, adânci şi neexplicabile frici, angoase, traume pe care le ai.Acolo ţi-ai învăţaţ rolurile şi vei fi toata viaţa ceea ce ai fost atunci. Cu mici excepţii, oamenii nu se schimbă, constant, suntem aceiaşi fără să progresăm sau

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Cândva, oamenii se luptau pentru egalitate. Acum, oamenii se luptă pe ebay.Cândva, statutul unui student în faţa colegilor era dat de cantitatea de cărţi parcursă. Acum, de kilometrii de bere.Cândva, mişcările anti-sistem pompau într-un sistem cultural excepţional ce a rămas în istorie. Acum, sistemul se numeşte Vans&co. şi grafitti.Cândva, clasa de jos era singura cu probleme grave în 'arta'

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Privesc în trecut. Uneori, îmi este atât de dor de momentele alea, încât mă întreb unde am greşit sau ce nu am ştiut să fac...Ne ştim de opt ani, a fost dragoste la prima vedere. La început, savuram fiecare moment pe care îl petreceam împreună. Ea încerca să fie exact aşa cum îmi doream şi eu încercam să fiu bărbatul ei ideal, chiar dacă nu ne cunoşteam foarte bine. Misterul, emoţiile şi dorinţa

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Pentru fani. Sau, pentru mine.Trăiesc liniştit, pe malul mării, într-o ţară unde timpul se scurge ca un lichid foarte dens print-o gămălie de ac.Lucrez ca analist financiar într-o corporaţie multinaţională. Când mă gândeam că ironia are totuşi limite. Îmi aduc aportul în sistemul pe care cu atâta drag îl critic deseori. Într-o companie rusească. Bine că nu mă cheamă Vladimir.Pe stradă, când

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Pentru că sunt prost şi fac chestii moka, am un proiect nou. Na, pentru adevăraţii domni, mă laud iar.Cum am văzut că pe meleagurile Cipriote nu sunt forumuri foto, am făcut eu unul. Deci cine vrea sa ajute, cu poze, posturi sau orice altceva, vă aştept acolo. Postaţi, vorbiţi, etc.Click aiciP.S. Se vorbeşte engleză sau greacă.

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100 de posturi. Fără detalii, pentru a mă conforma clişeului, pun best ofurile. Nu mi se pare nici una excepţională iar acest lucru mă dezamăgeşte un pic. Totuşi îmi ştiu vina, nu am muncit prea tare.Aştept următorul nivel. Deşi am impresia că ar trebui să fac ceva pentru acest lucru.Vizionare plăcută!

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Trăiesc în ruşine.M-am trezit în ipostaza de a fi acuzat că m-am lăudat o dată cu participarea mea în două volume de specialitate. Am fost etichetat - "nenorocitul, a scris!"Sunt vinovat, recunosc, dar nu am nevoie de Kafka pentru că nu beau Zaraza.Deci, trăiesc în ruşine. Mi-e ruşine cu faptul că în anul II de facultate am coodonat o inedită lucrare alături de un distins academician. Ruşine!

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Deoarece acesta este post-ul 98, pentru a nu fi clişeic 100% (aia 2% de inspiraţie fac diferenţa), lansez web-site-ul meu.www.vladimirc.comGata, sunt .com. Sunt companie, m-am branduit şi intru tare pe piaţă. Piaţa de iluzii ;).Acum, ştiu că nu e frumos, dar deoarece blog-ul are rating mare şi vreau sa am şi pe site vizitatori, următoarele sunt keyword-uri :).vladimir chira fotografie foto

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sau cum s-o faci pe Monalisa Dacă m-ar fi întrebat cineva la 4 ani cine este o femeie frumoasă aş fi spus mama. Dacă m-ar fi întrebat cineva când aveam 8 ani aş fi spus doamna învăţătoare. Dacă m-ar fi întrebat când aveam 12 aş fi spus colega mea. Dacă mă întreba pe când eram în liceu aş fi dat numele vreunei cântăreţe sau actriţe. Dacă mă întreba în facultate aş fi pornit o discuţie fără sfârşit

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Imagineză-ţi că eşti eter.O piveşti, o simţi o înţelegi.Eşti în mişcarea continuă a timpului, care trece spălând amintiri şi construind altele, suprapunând clipele noi peste cele vechi, făcând momentele să trepiedeze în idealul unde îşi au locul.Eşti timp.Ai văzut mişcarea continuă a materiei, vibraţiile superstringurilor, lupta primordială dintre materie şi anti-materie, victoria vieţii, a

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Fascinant momentul în care refaci cu plăcere fotografii mai vechi, himere din începuturile drumului fotografic.Fascinat momentul când privim în urmă iar toate cadrele au devenit banale.Fascinat viitorul, locul în timp de unde se nasc cadrele ce vor deveni, la rândul lor, banale.Vizionare plăcută, poate îţi era dor vizitatorule!

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Micuţa lume. La care uităm să ne uităm. Şi să o privim. Pierduţi în viteză şi în nesfărşitele scări ale vieţii, o uităm pierduţi în uitare. Uităm până şi uitarea, de uitat ce să mai spun.Să te opreşti o secundă. Să priveşti, să guşti picăturile de lume şi particulele care te ignoră, continuându-şi jocul infinit.Prea mult laic, câteodată. Prea multă viteză, prea mari micile probleme. Mai bine

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Pentru pacea mea sufletească, vă rog să aveţi răbdare a vă plimba pe câmpii pe care i-am batut în acest mic articol.Când puterea socială a construit următoarea etapă în evoluţia comunităţilor, oraşele, a pus în ele tot ce avea ea de dat şi multe din lucrurile acumulate până atunci. Unele s-au pierdut, altele s-au schimbat sau au apărut lucruri noi. Ritualuri, norme, tradiţii, cutume şi alte

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Peisaje. Banale şi făcute în IR. Un filtru, un trepied, o telecomandă şi ceva expunere. Reţeta ideală pentru a încarca Internetul cu încă două imagini ca multe altele.Până devin Ansel Adams, vă mai stresez un pic. Nu am avut lumină, inspiraţie şi nici pathos pentru pisici, câini, flori sau albine. Doar trucuri ieftine cu apusuri, cum îmi comenta un ilustru anonim într-un post mai vechi.Eu le-am

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Nişte fotografii de casă nouă. Am plecat de pe meleagurile noastre iar de acum lumina cu iz mediteranean va fi prezentă pe aici.Aş fi vrut să scriu despre România (iar), despre motivele plecării mele (deşi în naivitatea mea cred că sunt evidente oricărui om sănătos) sau despre sentimentele unui nou început, la mulţi kilometrii depărtare, pe o insulă, la malul mării.Dar cum aici materia care

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Multe. Fiecare cu dorința de a deschide câte o minte, de a trezi conștiința cuiva. Fără bani, dar cu mult suflet.Te bucuri când vezi că, în eterna și fascinanta, există atât de mulți oameni dornici să facă ceva. Te întristezi când realizezi că numărul lor e direct proporțional cu măsura anomiei sociale.Te fascinează diversitatea lor. Culorile, ludicul dar și seriozitatea, devotamentul și dorința

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“Un trilion șapte miliarde nouă sute patru, un trilion șapte miliarde nouă sute cinci, un trilion șapte miliarde nouă sute șase…”Număra frunzele. L-am întâlnit pe o alee uitată de lume, undeva prin spatele locului căruia îi spuneam castelul meu. Vedem cum îndreptă degetul spre fiecare frunză dintr-unul din plopii de pe alee și la fiecare mișcare a degetului său, adăuga câte o unitate la numărul

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Imaginează-ți un an. 2009.Imaginează-ți o țară. România.Imaginează-ți un oraș. BucureștiÎmi vine să înjur, 2009 de înjurături dinstincte, savuroase și pline de patos. Înjurăturofil, aptitudinea viitorului.Imaginează-ți un sentiment. Ura. 2009 de moduri de îl numi, începe cu patriotism, ar fi mai amuzant așa.Imaginează-ți o hazna. Spune-i București, seria 2009.Imaginează-ți o șansă. Din 2009.

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Subțire. Mai vechi și fară text pentru că e destul în fotografii.Și cu muzică, dacă se poate.

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Unul din momentele în care îmi aduc aminte că unul din scopurile fotografiei este să arate ceva, pur și simplu.

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Lumi diferite. În culori diferite, cu sori diferiți, cu realități diferite, cu zei diferiți. Fiecare lume cu percepțiile ei, cu caleidoscopul ei. Aici, e a mea.

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Percepții. Reprezentări. Gânduri. Te plimbi. Vezi în jurul tău oameni, diferiți, unici, fiecare vorbind sau ascultându-și gândurile. Fețele se șterg, iar în secunda următoare, apar altele noi. Când particulele celui ce tocmai a trecut dau să se așeze și să îți asculte gândurile, altă față apare și le sparge aruncându-le fără întâmplare, nesocotind ordinea din lumea lor. Străzile ca niște panouri

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Cel mai urât coșmar pe care îl poate avea un fotograf e să rămână fără arătător. Oricât ne-am chinui, nu putem declanșa cu degetul mic.Sunt într-o pauză creativă de ceva timp, din care încerc să ies câte puțin, dar sigur. Acum postez de dragul timpurilor vechi. Nostalgic. Fotografia reușită lipsește, mi-e dor de fotografiile pe le făceam acum câteva luni. Dar cum evut mediu a fost iluminat,

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O călatorie.Poate fi călătoria pescărușului Jonathan Livingstone, poate fi o călătorie cu salturi Camusiene, cu momentele lui Sartre, prin zbateri și întrebări dostoievskiene sau printre umbrele lui Platon. Poate fi călatoria și căutarea sensului într-o lume absurdă, prin săli de judecată sau constanta încercare de a ajunge într-un anumit loc, dintr-un anumit castel al fiecăruia.Poate fi o

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un post lung și incoerentCătre,D-na România,Subsemantul K, angajat cu funcția de cetățean, prin prezenta vă aduc la cunoștință că doresc încetarea tuturor contractelor sociale, în baza codului bunului simț și a unei normalități dezirabile.Motivez această demisie prin lipsa unor șanse clare pentru un umil absolvent în societatea dvs, incapacitatea de mă simți integrat într-un mediu pe care îl pot

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Şi continuarea:Enjoy!

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Momente din proiectul eco.Cam atât, vizionare plăcută vă urez!

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Mă bucur să vad că din 100-200 vizite/zi, nu primim niciun comentariu (alte iniţiative sau propuneri sunt pur şi simplu inexistente). Probabil nişte fotografii cu Laura Andreşan făcând 69*99 cu eleva porno ar fi avut mai mult succes. Sau pitzipoance adunate de pe internet. Dacă aş vrea sa fac ceva cu răsunet în România, nu ar trebui să concurez cu Dante, ci cu Libertatea. Mulţumesc, şi vă invit,

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Câteodată observ tendința aparatului de fotografiat de îmi depăși capacitatea de empatie și de întelegere, pe care o am într-un anumit moment știut doar de el și de lumina ce stă pregătită pentru a își trimite fotonii printr-o bucată de sticlă, într-un loc unde vor căpăta înțeles și nemurire.Printr-un mic vizor îmi arată ceea ce eu nu aș fi văzut altfel. Sau poate, mă pune în fața negării mele

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E vară. Trecem la vară și, ca la fiecare trecere de la un anotimp la altul, am impresia că sunt într-o pauză intelectuală. Poate vreo traumă din copilărie în care era implicată multă căldură.Aș vrea să scriu o carte. O carte prin care să exploatez situația existentă, în folosul meu. Dar vara. Și soarele. Și gândul la apă, nisip, sare. Și galben, albastru și lumină.Aș vrea să-mi găsec un loc de

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Am pus un sondaj, trei întrebări, în dreapta. Vă rog mult, aș aprecia foarte tare să îmi răspundeți, în primul rând cu multă sinceritate, iar în al doilea cât mai repede.P.S. Răspunsurile sunt anonime.

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S-a trezit.Privește tavanul și încearcă să-și amintească când s-a deșteptat. Nu a dormit niciodată, nu a…Se trezește. Cunoaște casa dintotdeauna, dar are senzația că se găsește pentru prima dată aici. O senzație continuă, care începe invariabil clipă după clipă, mereu nouă și mereu uimitoare.Nu știe ce a făcut ieri. De fapt, nu știe ce a făcut niciodată. Nu știe cum s-a trezit, nu știe că a

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Wake up on radio;

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De ce să nu fotografiem flori-pisici-câini-gâzeEu cred în fotografie. Eu iubesc fotografia, şi tot ceea ce ţine de ea. Nu mă consider un veritabil fotograf sau un artist şi nu cred că mă voi considera vreodată. Încerc constant să mă perfecţionez, încerc să devin mai bun şi să ma aproprii cât pot de mult de nişte idealuri fotografice, în esenţă subiective.Fotografia artistică este cea mai

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Mic preambulLuând ca punct de reper scena politică, sunt apolitic. Totuşi am pareri politice, dar 99% dintre ele sunt imposibil de pus în aplicare, utopice.Sunt ateu.Simpatizez anumiţi oameni de pe scena politică din motive mai mici sau mai mari, dar privind în ansamblu mă loveşte pofta de limonada.Sunt cinic.Nu cred în dreptul universal la vot. Nu cred în libertate, democraţie, în general nu

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Continuare de aici.Acum, în realitatea obiectivă. Obsesia meta-fizică transpusă în real.Mulţumesc celor care şi-au ocupat timpul liber cu vizionarea câte unui meci de fotbal. Indirect, mi-au susţinut o mică parte materială.Încheiat obsesia (sper).

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sau fotbal KafkanianNevoi. Mici plăceri. Automatisme. Fixaţii. Fetişuri.Transpunem fotbalul în existenţă. Şutăm spre o poartă inexistentă cu speranţa unor aplauze. În tribune ne închipuim suporteri creaţi de noi şi distruşi într-o clipă de inconsecvenţă. O minge. Două mingi. Miliarde de mingi, câte una pentru fiecare trezire a conştiinţei. Iar conştiinţa, un mare teren. Cu pază şi cu suporteri.

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