Something about this photo caught my attention. I looked at it and wondered what was so special about it. I've seen plenty of murky, uninspired photos. I'm looking at this one, trying to figure out what's going on. Nothing special, it seems. It's just that space is rushing somewhere. Everything at once, and in different directions. Even the walls, which, it would seem, have nowhere to rush. And you can't really see anything. There's no sharpness, no decent perspective. A true photographer would have called the police long ago. But I like it. There's a strange life to this movement. It's as if the world lost its balance for a second, and the photographer, instead of trying to steady it, pressed the button. And he did the right thing. Something inexplicable. This isn't like taking pictures of boats on the shore.
Something about this photo caught my attention. I was looking at it and wondering what was so special about it. I've seen plenty of murky, dull photos. I'm looking at this one, trying to figure out what's going on. It seems like nothing special. It's just that space is rushing somewhere. Everything at once, and in different directions. Even the walls, which, it would seem, have nowhere to rush. And you can't really see anything. There's no sharpness, no decent perspective. A true photographer would have called the police long ago. But I like it. There's a strange life in this movement. It's as if the world lost its balance for a second, and the photographer, instead of trying to steady it, pressed the button. And he did the right thing. Something inexplicable. This isn't like taking pictures of boats on the shore.
Edu, you could call this state a flight through space-time... weightlessness, in short...)
Something about this photo caught my attention. I was looking at it and wondering: what's so special about it? I've seen plenty of murky, uninspired photos. I'm looking at this photo and trying to figure out what's going on here. Nothing special, it seems. It's just that space is rushing somewhere. Everything at once, and in different directions. Even the walls, which, it would seem, have nowhere to rush. And you can't really see anything. There's no sharpness, no decent perspective. A true photographer would have called the police long ago. But I like it. There's a strange life in this movement. It's as if the world lost its balance for a second, and the photographer, instead of trying to steady it, pressed the button. And he did the right thing. Something inexplicable. This isn't like taking pictures of boats on the shore. Edu, this state could be called a flight through space-time... weightlessness, in short...)
Troitsky Andrey, You're great. But I would call it: "An Artist's Whim." Retiring into a murky hangover isn't the best solution. The exhibition "Our Contemporary's View" will create the wrong impression of our time.
Troitsky Andrey, you're a great guy. But I'd call it: "An Artist's Whim." Retiring into a murky hangover isn't the best solution. The "View of Our Contemporary" exhibition will create the wrong impression of our time.
Edu, it's fine... it's thinned out... the shore... the boat... the cat in the fridge...)
But I like it. There's a strange life to this movement. It's as if the world lost its balance for a second, and the photographer, instead of trying to steady it, pressed the button.
And he did the right thing. Something inexplicable. This isn't like taking pictures of boats on the shore.