Sunday, February 04, 2007
Practice makes perfect; then again, why practice when nobody's perfect? Partly true. Partly not. Why? I dunno. But here are some pictures Cl-de and I have taken over the past few weeks. Don't expect some deviant art type photographs. These are just some novice's work and the mere fact that we dont live in a very photography-friendly neighborhood would not give us justice either. We love to pretend we're tourists and this very ghetto-setting have given us this "light", that eventually has captured our hearts. Take a look :-D
A tree's Anatomy. It look as if the tree is trying to reach out for the sun and streching its branches that will thoroughly nourishes the small stalks. As the winter deffered its glory, the tree, day by day, get ready to set itself for spring and will eventually grace us with leaflets and tiny flowers.
Directionale. It wasn't our own doing; the sign fell off not by itself by possibly: 1. gang members and their complete maniacness to authority 2. strong, cold winds--nature and its hatred towards the continued urbanized movement everywhere 3. it JUST fell. But whatever the reason maybe, we took a chance and capture the sign. Where do we go? Left or right, diagonally, horizontally?
Summertime in Winter. I took this shot behind an "indie" shoe store. The bright colors compliment the blue, rather, uncharactered sky very well. It makes you wonder what it is; well, i tell you its a wall but it can also be a boat sailing, the beach as Cl-de mentioned, or a yellow-painted pavement.
Marley's sublime melody. It is one of my art boards. While one day i realized i'm being stared at by my drawing board, i decided to write something on the back. Instead of staring at a blank space, people can now have something if not entirely moving, just thought provoking.
Cloudful Haze. It was a great show; there were rabbits and cotton candies, and random shapes too. Then suddenly the sky cleared up and the extraordinary sky was flown up, up and away from us. Ever wandered how it would feel like to touch the clouds?
Mary goes around. Ever heard of the saying love is like a rollercoaster? Well, for me not only does rollercoaster represent something, but a ferris wheel and a merry-go-around as well. The two vaguely represents life as we, at some point or another go through a cycle of events, we know where we're going but seems like we are stuck in one direction: round and round, up and down. We cant get out of these "rides" and when we do get out, it can only mean that life, in general, has ended.
In production of Boni & Cly_de.
To be continued...
To be continued...
P.S. My wonderful family left to god-knows-where without even saying anything. Only reminds me why i "dislike" my mom, bro, and ghaddamn Mike. I can now say i was adopted by the worst family ever. chea.
Blast that stereo, LOUD! {9:43 AM}
