Last week, I entered this shot of a snail into a competition on Composition (in Photography). This final image you can see here has been cropped following the rule of thirds, placing the snail on one of the intersecting points on a visible/imaginary grid. I was really quite happy with this shot of mine and had high hopes of being one of the five winners of tickets to the 2013 Sony World Photography Awards Exhibition at Somerset House, London (26th April – 12th May 2013). Unfortunately, I wasn’t successful… But you can check out the winning images here, as well as other images entered in the competition.
How do you like this image? And how about this next one of a rose (also cropped in so that the viewer’s attention is focused on the amazing whorl) ?
When wiolakk gave a positive comment on my post Faces of a Child, she used a word I did not know until then: triptych. I became intrigued, so I looked it up. According to Oxford Dictionaries, a triptych is ‘a set of three associated artistic, literary, or musical works intended to be appreciated together…’ In the case of my post, it would be a photographic triptych, ‘a common style used in modern commercial artwork. The photographs usually arranged with a plain border between them. The work may consist of separate images that are variants on a theme, or may be one larger image split into three.’ (Source: wikipedia) There can also be diptych-es (two images) or polyptych-es (several images).
I really like what triptych-es represent, how they convey different angles of the same theme or object, how they tell a story, how they capture several close-knit moments in time, as opposed to one. I tried to create and experiment with this newly found form of art. Here’s some examples.
Still Life -A Diptych
Still Life -A Triptych
Still Life with Rose -A Triptych
I’ve been pretty slow lately, pretty scattered, and I’m sorry about it. My excuse is that I’m fighting sinusitis for over three weeks now & it’s horrible, it’s driving me nuts. Nowadays, I’m not even feeling guilty about feeling sorry for myself a lot. Go away bad sinusitis, leave me alone!!! I have a 2 year old to look after and plans in my head, which I just find too hard to accomplish these days. Please bear with me until I get myself back from the evil grasp of this persistent sickness. For now, here’s a taster to our new house. I know, I’m a teaser. 🙂 I like the owl though.
After almost three weeks away I’m back to my blog and, as I promised in my last post of 2012, with fresh photo material from our trip to Johannesburg, South Africa.
Firstly, I have to share with you my joy over the photography related Christmas present I got from my husband. Seeing that I am becoming more and more interested and passionate about taking photos, learning into the ins and outs of digital photography, I received a new laptop of my own to work on AND Adobe Photoshop Elements 11 to start becoming able in photo editing as well. So happy!
These following photos were taken at The Willows in Johannesburg. The Willows is, how shall I put it, a paradise in the midst of the shabby and the more underprivileged, a gated community, not uncommon or rather say, very common in South Africa. I feel a bit guilty to admit that I like it (in the previously mentioned context), but because it offers a home to me and my family when visiting, I succumb to its charm. It’s got everything for a peaceful living (aimed at young families and the elderly) -nice architecture, lots of green- and well-maintained grass, (willow)trees, an abundance of flowers and rich birdlife, a river running through it, a lake with waterlilies and fish, bridges crossing the waters, playgrounds, inviting swimming pools, the chirping of the birds, friendly neighbours…. ahhh. It’s beautiful.
I’m sure lots of you heard about or even experienced the ‘writer’s block’. Many accomplished writers suffer from a blockage of creativity or inspiration, and at times it can be truly hard to overcome it. I, as an aspiring writer, have come across it too. For me, in fact, it has been now years. The truth is since I’ve had my daughter, two years ago, I haven’t even had either the time or the state of mind to sit down and write in a continuous, regular way. Also, I’m under the impression that I had felt my most creative when I was a little miserable (lonely, sad, despondent, or even disillusioned) and since I’ve found happiness having met my now husband and then having our first child together, settling down as a family, my muse(s) have left me.
I’ve read somewhere a while ago that Paulo Coelho believes greatly in ‘omens’ or signs to prompt him writing a new book. He only starts writing a new one after finding a white feather…. In his words:
The white feather thing started before my first book, The Pilgrimage. I asked myself, shall I write that book? I was not sure and I said if I see a feather today, I’m going to write; if I don’t see it it’s not in my destiny. I found it so I said I have to write. And the next book, I followed the same ritual and then it became a tradition and now I cannot write unless I find a white feather.
The other day I was out and about around Reigate, and I found a feather, this feather, of which I took a picture, mostly because it reminded me of Paulo Coelho’s well-known habit (even if this one wasn’t a special white, but a common one). I wanted to share this image with you, with anyone who thinks they can find it useful. Finding this feather didn’t give me a great surge of creativity to grab a pen again and write, but who knows, maybe it will or already has for someone….
I’ve recently read Antal Szerb’s Journey by Moonlight and it’s become one of my favourite novels ever. I so much liked it, that I don’t have any problem reading it the second time right after finishing it the first time. Also, I so much liked it I had to dedicate a post to it. It’s one of those books which I was expecting to get boring at the next turn of the page, but that page just never showed up. The main themes of the book are: unconventionality, amorality, play-acting, mysticism, and suicide, and all in the form of a satire/comedy. When reading this wonderful novel, I found this phrase in it, an ‘apercus’ (immediate impression): November in London isn’t a month -it’s a state of mind -which I then immediately memorised, so short and righteous a genius I believe it is. The following few pictures I’ve captured are the result of the short, dark, and rainy November afternoons we’ve been having here in Surrey, just an hour’s journey from London, lately.
A View from the Window
Raindrops with a Trivial Background
State of Mind
Indoor Project for a Rainy Day
I wanted to show with these few pictures that the most trivial things, that we tend to disregard or ignore, can still become something interesting or even beautiful to discover, if given a little respect….
Painting by… blinds
Lamp emanating homey light
Rubber mat on playground
Chains (in the playground)