Inversion of reality #2
Where does reality come from and what is it?
Does everyone have the same reality or does everyone have their own?
I look at this photo and see how a sailor creates his own reality.
But his reality is the naval service.
Then what is music and color here, another reality?
Or is it just a part of the sailor's reality, which he is now sharing with others.
While he is being watched and listened to, the audience shares his reality, becomes a part of it.
But is this new reality the same for all viewers?
Someone is happy, and someone is indifferent, maybe there are those who are against this reality.
Or maybe I'm complicating things?
Откуда берётся реальность и что это такое?
Реальность у вех одна или у каждого своя?Я смотрю на это фото и вижу как моряк творит свою реальность.
Но ведь его реальностью является морская служба.
Тогда что здесь музыка и цвет, другая реальность?
Или это просто часть реальности моряка, которой он сейчас делится с другими.
Пока его смотрят и слушают, зрители разделяют его реальность, становятся её частью.
Но для всех ли зрителей эта новая реальность одинакова?
Кто-то доволен, а кто-то равнодушен, может быть есть и те, кто против такой реальности.А может быть я всё усложняю?
Entering the forest with a camera, I begin to immerse myself in the reality of the forest.
I can just look at trees, stumps, mushrooms.
But I can also look at the forest through the lens of my camera. The forest is the same, it doesn't change.
But depending on the lens, it sometimes looks simply unrecognizable.
This is the picture he recorded in the camera's memory, as it was on the matrix, there is nothing artificial here.
This is also the reality of the forest.
I think the spider sees the same forest even more interestingly :)
Зайдя в лес с камерой я начинаю погружаться в реальность леса.
Я могу просто смотреть на деревья, пни, грибы.
Но могу и смотреть на лес через объектив моей камеры. Лес один и тот же, он не меняется.
Но в зависимости от объектива он выглядит порой просто неузнаваемо.
Вот какую картинку он записал в память камеры, так было на матрице, здесь нет ничего искусственного.
Это тоже реальность леса.
Думаю, что паук видит тот же лес ещё интереснее :)
A snap of your fingers and everything changes.
A different lens and a different picture.
And it's not a forest anymore, but it's not quite familiar either.
And what happened?
Statues should not grow out of the ground next to the path.
They should be in a museum or on a pedestal.
Is there something wrong with reality?
But it's not a ghost, which is unrealistic for most people.
But in someone's reality, ghosts exist and you can communicate with them.
Щелчок пальцами и всё меняется.
Другой объектив и другая картинка.
И это уже не лес, но и не совсем привычно.
А что случилось?Статуи не должны расти из земли рядом с тропинкой.
Им положено быть в музее или на постаменте.
Что-то не так с реальностью?
Но ведь это не привидение, которое для большинства людей нереально.
Но в чьей-то реальности приведения существуют и с ними можно общаться.
What's wrong with our realities?
Что не так с нашими реальностями?
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Realities can be alternative, complex. Just show the world the piece of sky you have frozen in a photograph. It will have a thousand interpretations, it will have chairs to endorse or not. But you will have a vibrant piece of feelings and art in a single flash. The realities that feed, generally, are the ones that go unnoticed. In that confluence of art and expectations, we are a single creative being, trying to mold or impose our, vision or poetics. We are those of the margin. We meddle in reliefs, in vitiated spaces, because at the end of the day we have a criterion. And that, if you don't go in the herd, is usually complicated. I like your art. Photography is the snapshots we steal from life. They are the memories that literature cannot express perfectly. Because color affects words. It is art when you capture and when you break into the realities of others.
You're right. Even if the photo simply reflects reality as it is, everyone will see their own associations in it and it will be a special image for them.
And again, you're right. Any photograph of reality is taken by us based on our inner world, its picture. In a sense, we are influencing this reality and even distorting it. But it still remains a reality, even if it is individual or alternative. But this is reality. Sometimes you want to add something of your own to this reality. But it's something we take from reality anyway. There's nowhere else to get it. Even if these are our dreams, they are still real to us :)
I'm pleased that you like what I do with photography. It means that something is working out and resonates not only with me :)
Thank you.