honorable mention
Michel Tremblay canada
title
Memories of my Flowers who don't Fade
I come from the world of writing; words were my first passion. Not stories, essays or poetry but the words themselves. The words with the particular power and magic they carry when placed in a context where their multiple meanings can coexist at the same time.
Then one day I realized that I had spent enough time writing and wanted to discover other things. Photography came into my life. I understood through photography that there was a larger kind of writing, out there, in my own garden, and that I could marvel as much at a fallen leaf or a piece of wood as I did at words. Again, everything was a question of context...
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entry description
Flower, paper, cardboard and sometime, a touch of acrylic paint who will be stage in water and then, frozen. An ephemeral sculpture or collage which will then be photographed. A little something that will soon disappear from reality to remain only in memory. A place where flowers don't fade and where things can stay forever...about the photographer
I come from the world of writing; words were my first passion. Not stories, essays or poetry but the words themselves. The words with the particular power and magic they carry when placed in a context where their multiple meanings can coexist at the same time.
Then one day I realized that I had spent enough time writing and wanted to discover other things. Photography came into my life. I understood through photography that there was a larger kind of writing, out there, in my own garden, and that I could marvel as much at a fallen leaf or a piece of wood as I did at words. Again, everything was a question of context...
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