Art is internal, photography external. Therefore one must paint with what is inside of
us, our feelings, our emotions, our thoughts before it can be called Art. If one does
on-the-spot paintings from still life to landscapes to street scenes or even portraits,
one is merely a photographer, not an artist. Because photography is capturing what is
happening all around us, not inside of us. It is an external discipline.
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The happenings around you does not compose that image. Your eyes does
not compose that image for it is but an optical instrument. It is what that is
happening behind your eye that composes the image that makes your
finger click the shutter.
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You don’t ask for permission when doing candid photography or street photography. If you do,
you’d erase that candid naturalness important in street photography. Therefore, to ask
permission before taking a picture when the composition is just right is totally humbug. In street
photography, the decisive moment to click the shutter is just a fraction of a second. In street
photography, quite often moving objects and gestures could be a bit blurry because you need to be
split second ready in capturing split second motion which could be lost if you take time to adjust
your camera’s function and most shots are also taken without the aid of tripods not like shooting
still life or landscapes. And when one enters a street photography contest, please dear judges, do
not ask the photographer to seek permission from the one whose image was captured in the scene.
At all times they are just figures who happen to be there at the right place and at the right time~ a
natural composition rather. And do not confuse street photography with peeping tom
photography which is engaging others in their private moments in private places whether they are
in compromising positions or not.
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I hate to say this but many who claim to be photographers or are technically proficient
in all aspects of photography doesn’t know the basis of composition. And composition
is not all about cutting up the viewfinder into nine magical cubes and assume that
anything placed in thirds is a perfect balance. Balancing is more than that. The balance
between object and space, between smooth and coarse textures, between darkness and
light, the balance of shapes, the same goes for artist too! Go look at a Picasso or a Miro
or a Dali or even photographers like Brassai and Henri Cartier and find me that nine
cubes you so jealously guard and worship? It is embarrassing how professionals choose
images to win awards when their choices are just so elementary!
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Fame and popularity can be self created even when one is devoid of talent.
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Would anyone care to ask a man the reason why he betray his wife rather than to blame it
solely on his scrotum itch as if there is no other reason in this world more valid than the
urge to savor a different pie?
I mean, how should a man react if a fortnight after his wedding he caught his wife on the
phone telling another friend of hers that she married him not because of love but because
she is getting old?
Tell me how should a man react after twelve years of being ushered into a smaller room
away from that woman he is married to by that same woman he is married to while she
occupies the Master Bedroom with his child in an apartment that belongs to him and that he
is also forbidden to even spend a night with his own toddler whom he loves so much?
How does twelve years of living together without sex sounds to you?
And how should a man react then if this kid of his complains to him that his mom slaps,
kicks and frequently punches her when he is not around?
If we prick up our ears and open our eyes and reason far more sensibly than what is
apparent in society or the lack of and perhaps wade to men’s level without misjudging him,
then perhaps the word ‘gallivanting’ is not as glaring as to the cause of marital disharmony
than what strange companionship could create when it was once used on men by
feminists whom have distorted the entire picture and portray men as nothing more than a
sexist humanoid whose brains throb and shudder in sync with his manhood. Such is the
harm it has caused really.
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I was thinking about genes and what became of that handsome man’s own who sued his
wife just because she bore him three ugly kids that doesn’t resemble them so he claimed..
I mean shouldn’t his kids take on his likeness as well?
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What is this about living a long life that is important if you are not as mobile and agile
as you once were, if you are not as healthy and fit and could manage your own hygiene
without aid, if your skin stood taut and doesn’t peel like mille crepe and that you don’t
suffer from amnesia or dementia nor emit some kind of stench because when you are
deprived of all these as you reach your golden age and being dependent when you are
supposed to be purposeful, you’d be treated like a factory reject or discard for being
cumbersome even by your own family and most likely will end up in an old folks home~
everyday wishing you are more dead than alive so be real and be glad when you are
called home earlier and not having overstayed your welcome unless you are so bloody
rich as to be tolerated till the end..
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When we paint, we stay connected with the world we live in. We convey what we see,
remember or project and that includes our thoughts, our memory, our feelings, our
emotions, what is happening all around us, what affects us or what stays inside of us
onto that canvas. Even Surrealism and Fantasy art is shaped by our memory and our
thoughts. Therefore painting does not disconnect us from our world and it cannot help
the artist to relax. You have to compose well, choose your colors well, use the right
textures etc. So much for the whimsical ideas that painting can help you relax.
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