My Day by Edward Hopper (1882-1967) (USA; painter, graphic artist and illustrator).
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photo: São Carlos, SP Brazil from the windshield of my car in the rain. 2022.
I’ve always been very curious and have a relationship with paths…not only with the paths themselves, but also with ‘the edges of the paths’…it’s this story of the flâneur, the observer…and the edges of the paths reveal a lot of the paths themselves… this photo is one of those that I have collected from my collection, but it is a theme that I continue to photograph whenever I can.
{hauntings}
[from my upcoming new book]
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#colorphotography
#dreams
[I didn’t come to explain (nothing), but to confuse (everything)]
Looking at the reflections, the distortions of light that freely penetrates the myriad of convex lenses of rainwater drops on the windshield of my car, I see a reality that transforms into a dreamlike and poetic world.
The distortion of reality and the explosion and the scattering of light and colors spread and materialize and, the streets and some of its passers-by, the buildings, the venacular constructions, the urban landscape as a whole merge, creating, without pity or mercy, the mystery of the life of this city and these people.
My intention in creating these images and the result they induce is pictorial, of construction of a narrative, but it is at the same time emotional, in the hope that these same feelings will sprout in the minds of those who appreciate them.
{DISSOLVINGS}
Looking at the reflections, the distortions of light that freely penetrates the myriad of convex lenses of rainwater drops on the windshield of my car, I see a reality that transforms into a dreamlike and poetic world.
The distortion of reality and the explosion of colors spread and materialize and, the streets and some of its passers-by, the buildings, venacular constructions, the urban landscape as a whole merge, creating, without pity or mercy, the mystery of the life of this city and of these people.
Antonio Mozeto 