Forget how our lips, our skins, our sexes came into contact
forget the hand holding, the eyes meeting and the hearts fluttering
forget it all
take a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime
but forget it all
do not remember any of this
what we were once and never will be again
As humans, we are constantly fighting loss in all its forms: time, interest, money, people, objects, warmth, love, memories, etc…This fight is the thin line between being alive and appearing alive, and the social environment is completely irrelevant in this aspect. I have met people who have suffered some form or another of amnesia, and I can assure you it’s the worst and yet the sweetest form of loss, because only those around you are aware of what you have lost, while you go on living depending on others.
Amnesic people prove the fact that knowledge of the loss reveals the pain of it, so for health’s sake sometimes, we bury some facts or memories so deep in our subconscious that we appear happy and normal to society, because the dilemma of living with the truth is untenable.
I wonder what happens to emotions once one’s dead, and maybe they truly die with the flesh, and the spirit that’s been shaped by them goes on existing and reflecting without the single drop of emotion on all that has been, that is and will be…
JeeYoung Lee (South Korea)
Recently graduated from Seoul’s Hongik University in her native South Korea, JeeYoung Lee shoots the invisible. Whereas traditional photography submits extracts of reality to our eyes, the artist offers excerpts from her heart, her memory, or her dreams. Restrained by the inherent limits of the conventional photographic medium, she adds plastic creativity and theatrical performance to it, in order to blow life into her immense needs of expression, and interrogation.
For weeks, sometimes months, she creates the fabric of a universe born from her mind within the confines of her 3 x 6 m studio. She does so with infinite minutiae and extraordinary patience, in order to exclude any ulterior photographic alteration. Thus materialised, these worlds turn real and concretise: imagination reverts to the tangible and the photo imagery of such fiction testify as to their reality. In the midst of each of these sets stands the artist: those self-portraits however are never frontal, since it is never her visual aspect she shows, but rather her quest for an identity, her desires and her frame of mind. Her imaginary is a catharsis which allows her to accept social repression and frustrations. The moment required to set the stage gives her time to meditate about the causes of her interior conflicts and hence exorcise them; once experienced, they in turn become portents of hope.
Recipient of multiple artistic awards including the Sovereign Art Prize (2012), JeeYoung Lee is one the the most promising up-and-rising figureheads of the younger Korean artistic world. Her Photographs have already found their way into public collections such as th Kyoto Photographic Museum in Japan, the Incheon Foundation for Art and Culture, or even Seoul’s OCI Museum. (src: OPIOM Gallery)
This is so real, dreams really look like this…
R. Powell Electography (re-retouch)
R. Powell Electography
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and that means less writing, but here are a few line of thought:
Hair has sex and power and charm in it and that’s true for men or women.
I have yet to meet someone so ugly that it was impossible to find a trace of beauty on them, and I mean this in a purely physical sense.
I like this picture not just because of her hair and her everything, but for the fact that she’s closing her eyes, not only because she’s already hypnotizing, but it’s almost as if she’s hiding her soul behind those eyelids…
Lastly, I should be in bed…or working on my novel…or searching for job…life…
Extreme Private Eros: Love Song 1974 (Kazuo Hara, 1974)
I’m only reblogging this because of the kid in that picture and the adult next to him or her and because this scene is so surreal and yet so real and I know now that I just might faint the day I see this…