Sometimes I am overwhelmed by how some expressions I have used (without detaining the copyright, since words, happily, are free of royalties) appear in other blogs within the next 24 hours.
- since the poetic accident has been well covered by many, and
- since the accidental staging or the manneristic accident are safe in their oxymoron, and their aesthetics are in free inflational fall,
we will stick today to a couple of classics.
What is a classic? A classic is the frame that the photographer knows beforehand it will transmit much of the tension him/herself felt during the construction and the creation of the 4-angle miracle.
For me is simpler than that. Whenever we can smell a scene, the visual endeavour of the photographer has reached its goal! And not that I like much Bruce Gilden, but his quote is right on the money.
Vasilis' and Zisis' pictures are such olfactic silent visuals. In the first one we can feel the ionised air before the storm, in an andrenaline packed scene with a glorious sky. In the second, respectively, the almost catatonic, assisted life in low oxygen regime, is matching the odorless abiogenic minerals.
Nonsense, one would say. But, wait until you embark on a Greek Sea Liner and until you debark at a Northern Sea Corniche. As the poet says: This very silence resembles to a sea, it feels like a forsaken suburb!
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