true, unsaid little virtues what common things i’ve yet to grasp mysteries, survive me what lies below a lake do you gasp from fathom of discovery while lungs fill with water, best do my breathing where the air is decidedly yours
here are some of my favorite photos from Italian photographer, Franco Fontana:
franco fontana turns landscape shots into something that feels more like a matte painting with vibrant oily pastels and he does this by utilizing what he calls the concept of line. basically he has posited that the relationship of geometry and color is the basis for good color photography. moreover vibrant color and strict geometrical shapes brings out the best in natural rules for beauty. like an extreme taken extremely. the colors in his photos are what you would assume are the most basic form of each color. a yellow is at it’s most yellow and it should be accompanied by it’s complimentary blue.
i like this, i especially appreciate the concept of aggressive adherence to the rules of geometry and color. in my own photo i wanted to bring out the earthiness of certain yellows and blues while also maintaining their complementary nature. a little brown in the yellow adds to a little white in the blue. the green in my photo serves as a less harsh line between them softening the line of the horizon.
i decided to call my photo pomeriggio sulle colline which means ‘afternoon on the hills’.
Michiko Chiyoda is a force that i look to as a near perfect example of the honesty needed for pure expressionism. her most recent collection “Starting a New Journey” captures the process of grief and the introspection that comes with the loss of a loved one. Chiyoda shared the story that brought about this collection and i really encourage you to read it and see the rest by clicking the date at the top of this post.
i haven’t experienced the death of a loved one and i really don’t look forward to opportunity to do so. but this photo says it all and it does so silently. what i appreciate most is the offset angle in the photograph. most seascape shots tend to carry a feeling of ‘ there’s something in the distance’ or something to look forward to but that’s not what’s being communicated here. it’s difficult to explain through a photo the feeling waves can bring. they’re powerful, dangerous, and unwelcoming. i’ve tried many times to create through my own photography the feeling of confusion and alienation i feel when i look at this photo. i can’t speak for Chiyoda or anyone else but i feel this photo carries with it the distinct feeling of not knowing what is going to happen next. which makes it all the more powerful. in contrast to the infinite horizon this gives you no opportunity to look for what’s next. you’re in it. whether you’re swimming or drowning, it is happening. and i can’t think of a more appropriate way to convey the tumultuous feelings that come with the loss of a loved one.
“i have been asking myself whether feelings toward someone who has passed away is our own internal conflict and if mourning means to keep going forward with that conflict.” Michiko Chiyoda
anytime i’m confronted with a piece of art that has an affect on me i try to write about it or at least think about it. i think this is something everyone should do. when i watch a movie i take notes. or if i like an album, i buy the record and pour through the album artwork and inserts while listening to the album. i really like doing this because now i have a massive collection of records and a growing list of movies i can recommend based on a person’s interests. i think being mindful of the things you consume allows you to know yourself better and have a deeper appreciation for an artists journey.
so in 2017 i watched a short film called House On Little Cubes by Kunio Kato and i decided to write about it in my own poem effort. the short film is about a man living on the water that rises and takes over his home causing him to build a new home on top of his existing home. with each additional layer the interior of his home shrinks. upon losing his pipe, the homeowner begins a search that takes him through the many layers of his home leading him to relive memories from his own past while he explores the depths. the short film serves as an excellent visual metaphor for a persons journey through time.
this really stuck with me. life, when you’re in it, moves slow. but upon reflection i often wonder where the time went. looking back shows me there are things i left behind. pieces of my personality i thought would define me. through effort i wanted to share my own journey as if i were the man in the home that fills with water wondering what i should take with me into the next chapter of my life.