Lovely Bloodflow

The world is flawed. There is always a smudge on a perfectly white wall or, worse, a mosquito sitting on it. It is impossible to find the end of the tape. Toast will always fall butter side down and a bag of chips is from eighty per cent air.

In a parallel plane, an internet company buys a mobile application for more money than clean water for all poor countries would cost. World’s politics is focused on humanity running out of oil in an era of experiments with biology synthesis and nanorobots when the smallest distraction in the heat of curiosity can result in a premature doomsday. These two kinds of imperfections obviously differ significantly, however, their analogy rests upon the negative effect on homeostasis. They manage to irritate the most stable of us, like acid they burn holes in our chests and the aggravation increases like expanding air in a pressure pot. Even the slightest imperfection is very hard or even impossible to remove. Maybe we lack the assets, maybe it’s the will, or the power. Life becomes a harmonic oscillation between less imperfect and more imperfect terms and everyone must chose a way how the deal with the imperfection.

For me the way is photography. When I gaze at the world through my camera’s viewfinder, I become the isness itself. I can see my surroundings in its actual state, I can cover its flaws, or make them more visible. I become the judge. I can bend reality and create new dimensions. I become the inventor. Lights and shadows are the characters in my play, like puppets they follow my script, tell the colors where to be, when to shine, when to fade away. I become a poet, I become a painter. I group objects in melodic arrangements, rock is my rhythm, the city is my bass, and the trees croon in the wind. I become a composer. I find myself on a pilgrimage through human history, I reveal ancient mysteries, prevent conflicts, and the future is in my hands. I become a clairvoyant.

The camera is a part of my person and I sense it as if it were my organ. When I pull the trigger, it’s not just the quiet click; tiny vibrations resonate with my heartbeat, thrill and anticipation flood my veins and then the world goes blind for a moment. That’s when the energy radiated by all atoms in my field of vision gets collected. That’s when the overall out-of-body experience is generated. And the most important aspect is my current state of happiness, which will decide the final tone. Milliseconds later the feeling is eternized. It is captured in a simple composition telling a complicated plot. Look at it. Do you feel the sunshine? Can you hear the music? Does it touch your skin and soothe your soul? If the answer is yes, I did my job well.

My gallery can be found here http://www.flickr.com/photos/jordan24/

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