As long as I have had my camera (almost two years now), I have never brought it out in Venice.
I’m not sure why, but I suspect it has something to do with all the other cameras people carry around, snapping so many shots ad naseuam
I mean, as much as taking shots of skateboarders might be a Venice Beach cliché, how can I NOT take shots of skateboarders?
(At least there are no shots of the buffed men on Muscle Beach)
But like taking pictures in Manhattan (see my previous post) or in Paris, which I will do this summer, I just need to shoot what strikes me, not what “defines” Venice Beach or New York or any the place, but what strikes me.
"Shul on the Beach"
Because an image raises questions.
What are the relationships here?
I firmly believe that a powerful mage is a wormhole (see previous post) that transports us not necessarily to the spot where the picture was taken and the time within which it was shot (although that too), but to a place in the imagination.
"White Bird in the White"
An image carries a story.
Why is this guy carrying a ladder to the beach?
Or is about to tell a story.
Or remembers a story that has already been told.
3 comments:
it's 80 today. feel like califa pero sin mar. birds and sun ,,, real primavera.
I'd just like to say that I find Mr. Chacon, in his capacity as the director of the online MFA at UTEP, to be unprofessional in the extreme. First, despite the fact that I filled out my application correctly, UTEP nearly disqualified my application on the grounds that I had failed to submit a writing sample via their electronic application program. Obviously, with an application so important, I re-checked at least 5 times to make sure the sample was correctly attached before submitting, so I can only guess that the online system has some bugs. Not at all Chacon's fault. What was his fault was the amount of time it took him to get back to me on the application. I know several graduate professors on selections committees and when I described the situation to them, they found it egregious that he would keep a prospective student waiting 8 weeks before letting them know a result so vital to the next step in a life. In the end, I had to email a worker in the office to find out what was going on. Just so you'll know I'm not a bitter reject complaining because I was not accepted, I will reveal to you that I was. Needless to say, I chose a better program anyway, one that was able to keep my faith in their professional standards throughout the application process. This is not an advertisement for my current program so I won't go into that. I just wanted to make my plight known so that other applicants to the UTEP program would not be surprised when they meet with similar results.
Such a great article, keep going.
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