Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Moments
After photographing a plane crash a few weeks ago, I realized that I had taken almost the same photo a few months earlier of a bus crash. In both instances the passengers were fine, but the vehicles were completely destroyed. To illustrate the severity of the plane crash, I went to the biggest piece that had flown away from the rest of the vehicle and isolated it in the frame to show how ruined the plane was. I wanted to emphasize how unrecognizable the piece was. After I took this picture, I went back to my desk and dug up the photo of the bus crash and remembered that I had thought and saw the same way, only months earlier.
It made me think that if I had acted so repetitively with my composition to convey how I interpreted the scene, I must have done it before, which sparked these series of diptychs. All of these were taken weeks or months apart from each other (except the lips) and I did not realize my repetitiveness until I put the two frames side by side. I think they prove how repetitive we are as humans. Not only were situations and reactions being repeated in front of me, but as a photographer my brain recognized and was attracted to the same moments in both situations.
The first procession was a theatre rehearsal, the second was real (a former track coach who wanted a final lap). Both were very bizarre to me, so I tried to keep the environment clear in the frame to convey the strangeness -
It made me think that if I had acted so repetitively with my composition to convey how I interpreted the scene, I must have done it before, which sparked these series of diptychs. All of these were taken weeks or months apart from each other (except the lips) and I did not realize my repetitiveness until I put the two frames side by side. I think they prove how repetitive we are as humans. Not only were situations and reactions being repeated in front of me, but as a photographer my brain recognized and was attracted to the same moments in both situations.
The first procession was a theatre rehearsal, the second was real (a former track coach who wanted a final lap). Both were very bizarre to me, so I tried to keep the environment clear in the frame to convey the strangeness -
Monday, August 2, 2010
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