Nature @ city

Μετά από ένα γεμάτο ΠΣΚ, στην παραλία, δεν είχα πολύ διάθεση για μια αυστηρή και συγκεκριμένη τριλογία. Είχα ήδη αρχίσει να μελετάω τα κείμενα, που όλοι οι καλοί φίλοι έστειλαν και έκανα διάφορα δοκιμαστικά, για να δω τι μπορώ να υλοποιήσω. Πλησίαζε και η ολοκλήρωση του πρώτου μήνα και οι κουβέντες στο group στο friendfeed, είχαν αφηνιάσει. Τι σκέφτεστε, τι σας δυσκολεύει, τι έχουμε πετύχει. Κάτι σαν group therapy αλλά με μεγαλύτερη χαλαρότητα.

Δοκίμασα να φωτογραφίσω πρώτα και μετά να αναζητήσω το κείμενο, που θα έδενε καλύτερα με την εικόνα. Και να μια τριλογία, που εμφανίστηκε ανάμεσα σε 120 φωτογραφίες, που τραβήχτηκαν σε 3 ημέρες. Όποιος πιστεύει ότι το project 1 φωτογραφία την ημέρα, κυριολεκτεί αυταπατάται. Είναι πολλές φωτογραφίες, κάθε μέρα και μετά πολύ σκέψη για να επιλεχθεί… μόνο 1.

[25/365] Wild cats

[…] All cats can see futures and see echoes of the past. We can watch the passage of creatures from the infinity of now, from all the worlds like ours, only fractionally different. And we follow them in their eyes, ghost things and the humans see nothing. […]

Excerpt from “A dream of a thousand cats” by Neil Gaiman

[26/365] Empty trees

Lowman used a Magic Marker to write numbers on the leaves of some Australian trees, and then she climbed up into the trees every so often to see how many numbered leaves were still hanging there. "I'm from upstate New York, and I figured maybe six months, and then the leaf would fall off," she said. Nineteen years later, entering middle age, Lowman found leaves with Magic Marker numbers on them that she had written on the leaves as a younger woman. The leaves had remained alive and unchanged for almost two decades. This illustrates the difficulty humans can have in seeing what's happening in a forest canopy. Humans don't live long enough to see many events in trees unfold. Lowman had spent much of her career trying to observe the fall of a leaf.

Excerpt from “Wild Trees” by Richard Preston

[27/365] Caged kids

“If sharks were men,” Mr. K. was asked by his landlady’s little girl, “would they be nicer to the little fishes?”

“Certainly,” he said. […] “There would, of course, also be schools in the big boxes. In these schools the little fish would learn how to swim into the sharks’ jaws. They would need to know geography, for example, so that they could find the big sharks, who lie idly around somewhere. The principal subject would, of course, be the moral education of the little fish. They would be taught that it would be the best and most beautiful thing in the world if a little fish sacrificed itself cheerfully and that they all had to believe the sharks, especially when the latter said they were providing for a beautiful future. The little fish would be taught that this future is assured only if they learned obedience. The little fish had to beware of all base, materialist, egotistical and Marxist inclinations, and if one of their number betrayed such inclinations they had to report it to the sharks immediately.[…]

Excerpt from “Stories of Mr. Keuner” by Bertolt Brecht

Υπομονή και σε 2-3 μέρες, ξεκινάω τα κείμενα σας!