honorable mention
Stefan Neagu romania
title
Tangled
The transformation begins.
The shroud turned into dust and felt off, her body was now clean.
The pray became predator.
The more intense study of technical and compositional details occurred relatively recently, photography giving me a balance between who I am in everyday life, a dentist, a husbant, a father, and "my moments" as I like to call them. The desire to learn „by the book" made me study at New York Institute of Photography, layering an information contained otherwise chaotic in my mind. The study, however, I think will never end…
I think that photography can be considered the simplest form of expression, of communication. Sometimes it does not need words, description. Not even a title. Everything is in the frame. It gives you, the viewer, the freedom to see it in your own way and even give your own title. It lets you interpret it the way you want, to choose your own story. It may happen to be the same story as with the author’s, sometimes not, but is the story that’s clear in your mind, it’s the one that makes you resonate. One’s photographs „betray” his fascinations, passions, anxieties or unrest. It’s the same with the viewer.
I never liked to tell anyone what to see in my photos. But I liked
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entry description
The story is always the same. Bright lights attract her as a hypnotic scent. She can not resist to approach and begin her dance, a hymeneal dance. The Light warms the dark corner, that darkness that mysteriously draws her although it makes her frightened. In that mirage, every touch of the sticky web covers her little by little. The touch of the web is warm, she likes it. The more she moves, the web surrounds and limits her motion. Finally, she's completely wrapped, standing still, numb... Time seems to have stopped.The transformation begins.
The shroud turned into dust and felt off, her body was now clean.
The pray became predator.
about the photographer
My parents have given me the first lessons of culture and they made my approach to it, by starting taking piano lessons since I was still a little boy. With a library full of painting and photo albums, and with my dad also passionate about the visual arts, access was very easy, the only effort being to stretch out my hand, grab an album and start browsing. With photo cameras was harder, the only device that I was allowed to use being a "Smena", lomo version. Better than nothing. I think that from here started my visual education. Nothing forced, I'd even say natural.The more intense study of technical and compositional details occurred relatively recently, photography giving me a balance between who I am in everyday life, a dentist, a husbant, a father, and "my moments" as I like to call them. The desire to learn „by the book" made me study at New York Institute of Photography, layering an information contained otherwise chaotic in my mind. The study, however, I think will never end…
I think that photography can be considered the simplest form of expression, of communication. Sometimes it does not need words, description. Not even a title. Everything is in the frame. It gives you, the viewer, the freedom to see it in your own way and even give your own title. It lets you interpret it the way you want, to choose your own story. It may happen to be the same story as with the author’s, sometimes not, but is the story that’s clear in your mind, it’s the one that makes you resonate. One’s photographs „betray” his fascinations, passions, anxieties or unrest. It’s the same with the viewer.
I never liked to tell anyone what to see in my photos. But I liked
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