an air of mystery…

The black and white photograph for me is this: they are pictures with an air of mystery, of tension in the air. Mystery and tension suspended in the air as if in a micro second a posteriori there would be an explosion or another sudden change and everything would become different from this previous instant. For me, nothing like street photography to fill these pre-requisites.
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Photographic art has in its product, photographs, the inherent characteristic of two-dimensionality. But, ‘the play of light and shadows, and of colors’ (considered here as a form) gives certain images a three-dimensional character. It is an example of this characteristic that I want to show with one of my photos as a case of ‘an abstract optical illusion’. Read More

Resisting time

—- “the sweet little white baby in the black nurse’s arms both of them bemused in heaven, a picture that should be blown up and hang in the street of Little Rock (AND IN THE AIRLINE TERMINAL OF ATLANTA GEORGIA) showing love under the sky and in the womb of our universe the Mother “—-
— Jack Kerouac’s original text from ‘The Americans’ by Robert Frank referring to the top photo of Frank from 1955 adapted by me for comparison with the (bottom) photo of the Atlanta Airport Terminal in Georgia, 1956 by Gordon Parks.
— 64-65 years have passed, these photos and the inhuman racial problem persist in time, resist in time.

— and Kerouac’s brilliant text also applies to Gordon Parks’ photo.

— everyone’s life matters, regardless of their skin color.

 

Robert Frank 1955 Gordon Parks 1956

 

—- o Porto de Santos e a chuva—-

——- the Port of Santos and the rain——–

“Great point and counterpoint. Memory and predatory development. In cinematographicall terms there is an Italian neorealism touch given by the bike that appears to have been parked there for a character of one of Vittorio de Sica’s movies”. Photograph reading by Pedro S. Fadini-São Carlos-SP, Brazil. Send to the photographer via WhatsApp on October 14, 2016.

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“The window of my studio” by Josef Sudek (1986-1976) (text written on July 24/2017) (texto em português ao final)

Maybe I shouldn’t start this post by inviting you to read it in full…..But, you will see that the subject treated in it is extremely topical given that it has everything to do with this condition of social distance (I would even dare to say, of social seclusion) that the world lives in these times of COVID-19.  TEXTO EM PORTUGUÊS AO FINAL. Read More