So what currently runs through my mind, sounds like this:
There are no photographs without stories, as there are no humans without feelings. For me this phrase strongly states one thing. That there is not even the smallest difference between all these words. These four words, stand up strong one for each other, they can't be broken appart by anything, be it man or nature. Each one of us has his own story, his own feelings, even his own photographs... all these put together makes us what we are. It sounds simple enough, but the more you think of it, the more you drown in your own thoughts thinking about it... and I ended with one word that merged these four words into one, it's so simple, yet so amazing... The word I found... is:
Color.
How can you define color? You can see it, you can touch it, you can describe it, but that's pretty much it. Color just... exists. You can alter it, turn it or mix it around, but it will still remain a color. You won't be able to deny its existance nor the way it influences you, no matter how hard you try. Did you notice that when we think of a color, we inanitely think of a correspondent of it? For example when we think of the color blue, we will associate it with the sky and the sea, or the color red for blood and tomato. But colors don't have to be as straight forward as the theory of the signifier and signified written by one of the fathers of semiology, Ferdinand de Saussure. It can also be a feeling... For example blue can mean calm, yellow can be fear and red can mean love, etc.
I hope this post will challange the viewer's mind, raising questions about the feelings these monochrome photographs dictate inside them...
Enjoy
PS: The photographs are taken with a Zenit 12xp with two lenses: a 58mm f:2 and a 135mm f:2.8.
