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“Disintegration into fragments” is the most honest photograph of our god. The only one we can do. Be it with telescopes, like physicists, or with your soul, like the ancient poet Nietzsche. Even the most sacred of divine names consists of four fragments - apparently, the ancient Jews observed the creator through their spiritual optics a few picoseconds after his collapse and were unable to get closer to the starting point of creation...
He attached it to the inside of his cap to protect it from dirt. And dirt was everywhere, and if there was no dirt, then there was ice, when there was no ice, there was water, if not water, then gas and fog. It was a world of elements, here people were falling apart, people were foaming, people were screaming.
Quote Explanation: Amedeo Esposito at war.
The narcissist becomes asexual after such betrayal and betrayal. This is the exact opposite of cuckolding. Cuckolds get sexual arousal from betrayal and betrayal. Their libido increases, not decreases. They are not depressed. They're just in pain.
Quote Explanation: “Narcissistic fantasy of betrayal.”
- Assholery of the fourth degree. Why else would he post photos of his abs?
I paint what cannot be photographed, what comes from imagination, dreams or the subconscious. I photograph what I don’t want to paint - things that already have their own existence.
A portrait is when you are not the only one taking the photo. The person gives it to you.
There's something particularly exciting about seeing familiar places in a work of art - be it a film, a photograph or a painting.
We must come as close as possible to convey the truth of life. But if you get too close, you'll die yourself.
The photographer is a modern being par excellence; in his eyes today becomes the past.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in a foreign world, and in the end - in their own.
<...> The most irrational thing in the world, relentlessly moving, indigestible and mysterious, is time. What makes photography surreal is its ability to evoke regret about the past time and specific signs of social belonging.
Unlike the works of art of the pre-democratic era, photography is not entirely subject to the intentions of the artist. It owes its existence to an unregulated interaction (quasi-magical, quasi-random) between the photographer and the subject, and their mediator is an increasingly helpful and automated machine that knows no fatigue, and even if it is capricious, the result can turn out to be interesting and not completely deceitful.
Surrealism has always loved chance, welcomed the uninvited, admired the disorderly. What could be more surreal than an object that actually produces itself - and with minimal effort? An object whose beauty, fantastic revelations, emotional impact will only gain from an accident that happens to him?
Surrealism lies in the very creation of a duplicate world, a reality of the second degree, narrower, but also more spectacular than that which is perceived by ordinary vision. The fewer tricks, the less original workmanship, the more likely the photograph will be.
Permanently replaced the phone.
