honorable mention
Sunny Yeung united states
title
Still
In reality, it is impossible to achieve stillness. Subjects evolve, decay; rebirth, repeat; and nothing truly stands still in this rapid current of time. While the landscape we exist in is forever changing, I wonder if it’s possible that we could escape this for just a moment. I, therefore, start to use plaster to create such dimension, and imagine a world where is no time:
A world that is truly still.
In a world where nothing fades, everything stands still. The lights will not alter, its direction in every second; our creations will be preserved as long as we want, and we will live forever.
However, such vision horrifies me. This atmosphere of dead silence makes me wonder if time truly a sin; if stillness truly desirable. In a world that is truly still, I’m afraid of the possibility that life might not even exist.
Fortunately, like anything else in our world, such imagination is short lived. This landscapes will decay, these photographs will decompose, and everything still fades.
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entry description
This photographic series is a documentation of the imaginary landscape in my mind, where the concept of time is absent.In reality, it is impossible to achieve stillness. Subjects evolve, decay; rebirth, repeat; and nothing truly stands still in this rapid current of time. While the landscape we exist in is forever changing, I wonder if it’s possible that we could escape this for just a moment. I, therefore, start to use plaster to create such dimension, and imagine a world where is no time:
A world that is truly still.
In a world where nothing fades, everything stands still. The lights will not alter, its direction in every second; our creations will be preserved as long as we want, and we will live forever.
However, such vision horrifies me. This atmosphere of dead silence makes me wonder if time truly a sin; if stillness truly desirable. In a world that is truly still, I’m afraid of the possibility that life might not even exist.
Fortunately, like anything else in our world, such imagination is short lived. This landscapes will decay, these photographs will decompose, and everything still fades.
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