After seeing Wawi's show last Saturday, I was struck by how much I want to simplify my life and have the balls to do it. As each day passes, the unbearably complicated situation of my present condition and emotional landscape. I want to create black and white pictures of my everyday, take snapshots of it and break them down into gradations of light and darkness. Recognizing the subtle gradients of gray tones and picking them to represent something. A heavy ball of pleghm sits in the place where my heart manages to pulsate. I feel like a piece of paper swayed into different directions.
I hate that I cannot be strong like the rest are.
Lull times bring too much reflection, a fraction of which I can only bear.
Join me as I pluck the tones of light that cast shadows on our ordinary lives...
...my horoscope says I should make a list of ambitions and plans I want to achieve during my time on earth.
i should make this list today. should I manage to get to this list, then maybe this spell of mine shall at least temporarily pass...
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I find B&W to actually be more "complex" that polychromatic images. An analogy was once made that the shades of gray on a B&W photograph are like the notes on a musical scale. My frustrations with B&W photography are on par with my pains in mastering the guitar. However, I wish you the best of luck.
-R
athanks, i haven't gotten to my list yet but i'm still determined with moving into black and white. creating dances between the tones of black and white...not there yet but maybe i'm finding the means.
Ah, if it was that easy. In polychrome, red=passion, blue=cool, yellow=loud, etc. In mono, however, we are usually at a loss. What shade of gray is anger? How black is emptiness? At least a dancer has the dimension of time (a luxury not afforded to the photographer or the painter) to assist in the telling of a story, in the expression of an emotion, in the climax of a movement. I, forever, will envy the visual artist who can do more with less.
-R
hmm, wow interesting point of view. How black is emptiness? Where white is usually imbued with emptiness, in zen emptiness and void is the goal so somehow it is also full of meaning, thus not empty but pregnant with experience and realizations...I tend to think though that even in dance, we are confronted and sometimes predisposed to cliches of images that do influence representation of emotions in our bodies. Amazing how we can instead focus on the nuances of black, white and gray tones the same way we investigate the ambivalence of non-verbal language, gestures in human interaction. Then you have a handshake for example that begins from a friendly, heart-warming acknowledgment into a gesture of violent anticipation of betrayal for example...
I suppose man/woman is by nature lazy -- subtleties and nuances get in the way of instant gratification. It's easier for the artist to satisfy the audience's preconcieved notion of a ballet, a symphony, a photograph or a portrait. Yet the artist feels emotional emptiness afterwards. He/she continues to search...and search...and search...and never gets there until he/she realizes the only from unlearning comes wisdom.
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