woensdag 12 januari 2011

The concept of family | Nikon ZOOM experience 2010


The Concept of Family

A story of life.
A lifetime.
Photographed in a bed.
Awareness of moments.
Just stop in your own image.
A lifetime.

I am ...

The empty bed represents the beginning, an empty place.
It is not a photographic symbolism of form without content

I am conception

From nothing comes something.
A conception, creation.
Man and woman, begetting a thing, a human life.
Sex, love, survival?

I am expecting

As then conceived, the expectation is growing.
A growth, growth of a baby in the belly.
Man and woman.
A big belly.
Where the fusion developed a singularity.
Forecast, pregnancy.

I am born

Whe are two, three, four in this case.
Expand, growing as a group, a family.
Where expectations become reality.
How special two cells have developed to a man.
Safety, responsibility.
But together.
Become a photographic cross.

I am family

Bigger with more identity.
Together as a whole from parts.

I am trouble

If larger identites struggle, an awareness can be
Your own place, your self, you loose.
Puberty with pimples, his selfishness, are uncertain.
Almost everything is in contact, but goes its own way.
The conflict of family life can create a dying of beauty.
Simultaneously a beauty of individuality that has developed.
I am content

The teenagers have grown up and have abandoned the nest.
Remains the
ex-provoking set
ex-pregnant couple
ex-family
and often ex-marriage
Yet a couple that continues to be, alone again together with
In a renewed peace
reached the expected.
Satisfaction .....?

I am proud

The children are grown
The big kids themselves are aged.
And the parents have become grandparents.
The bed gets full again
A proud

I am reproduced

And when the grandchildren have children again, the fourth generation there.
A reproduction of human life. A continuation of a cycle.
An awareness of what comes out ........

I am old

The realization that changes. The finite from visits.
The lonely is not always going to be divided anymore.
Expected to be finite.
Where consciousness and awareness lead to enjoyment.
Where fear and pain is a place.
What a lucky moment.
While beauty a new meaning.
The stigma itself dies differently.


I am gone

Where nothing started, it ends in the same
An observation sheet has become invisible ink
With the right light is visible.
If you want sense, it is also ..............



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