Friday, 19 April 2013

from my room, doubly reflected in the balcony windows

























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  1. Roxana19 April 2013 at 19:12

    when i used to work late, very late, these last years, i would always look at my ghostly self in these windows, so tired that i could barely distinguish who is who, before turning off the lights and leave the room...

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  2. James Owens19 April 2013 at 23:54

    how perfectly this tells the story of photography, which is always a weighted negotiation where attempts at seeing the world beyond the window are interrupted by the self reflected there ... or/and where the search for the self meets distraction and complication when the supposed mirror opens out and flings the unsuspecting self into the immensity of a night :-)

    (i love the delicate tracery of branches in the second image :-)

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    1. Roxana22 April 2013 at 12:02

      or perhaps the self, tired of her own complications, exhausted of being the self, longs for this opening out, for being thrown out of herself into the immensity of night :-)

      (i have another shot of those branches, soon :-)

      (we never cease to wonder in front of what photography is, do we? how could we :-)

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  3. Anonymous21 April 2013 at 01:04

    hi my beautiful friend, wishing you more restful breaks during your work.we all know what work fatigue is. I have often cheated and used sugar and lots of caffeine as a boost and that way you are nice and awake the next morning having not slept haha.
    how I adoooooooooooooooooore this series. yes when the livingroom lap becomes our sole moon as we cling to our dreams.
    kisses

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    1. Roxana22 April 2013 at 12:04

      i used to do this to (caffeine from tea, though :-) - and it didn't do me any good, of course :-)

      this is from my small working room, where i have my desk - it opens up to a closed balcony, where i keep many flowers.

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  4. Anonymous22 April 2013 at 06:50

    ..and now we imagine the details...is that denim or some other material; is the sleeve deliberately folded back or is that the design; is it cold inside? are those loose strands of straggly hair?

    what is going on outside, what inside? if you didn't have the camera in your hand you'd resemble a flamenco dancer! but this is you, a distant reflection in a blue glass, as if some djinn has kept you there...

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    1. Roxana22 April 2013 at 12:08

      i love the passage from James's pondering on the general, abstract take on the Self to your feverish search for particularities, anon :-)

      i think the sleeve is deliberately folded back, those are loose strands of hair, it is not cold inside - but the rest must remain a mystery, even against my own will :-)

      "Is it really the case that we're like shadows of our real selves, a ghostly presence to others?"

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  5. Miriam23 April 2013 at 11:03

    acea caldura,dincolo de care ramurile sunt golase si reci,dincolo de care doar pe luna te poti baza,reflectand rotunjimi pale si povesti gotice:)caldura unor maini,a matasii intunecate,caldura,mereu caldura

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  6. Michael T Stowers20 September 2013 at 06:08

    Again, a wonderful, reflective, series. (Can you tell yourselves apart now? I hope so?)

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