Thoses pictures are driven by the need to feel alive, witnessing the development of someone’s physical & mental condition.What doesn’t kill you make you stronger. That said, some deeper wounds may break some parts of your being forever.
For most of us growing up, playgrounds were more than a place for fun and games- they also provided a fast and hard lesson in how social structure works; they taught us how to be patient while we waited for our turn on the swing, while boys would chase and torment the new girl
Some pain can’t be shared, some truths can’t be acknowledged. In his artists statement Philip LePage states: “25 years ago I woke up in a hospital with no memory of how I had gotten there. A Certain Distance is an ongoing series of images exploring the things I haven’t been able to say to anyone.
These images are from Mikaels project ”Passages” which still is to be finished. This project is scheduled for exhibitions during 2018 and in the planning is also a book. ”Passages” deals with the moments of change in our life and in nature.
Collages have fascinated Matthias Jung ever since he was a child. It all began in the photo lab of his father. With scissors and glue, the rst fantastic build- ings were made. Basically, he doesn’t do anything differently nowadays.
This definition forms the foundation of the photography series Texas Relics by Steve Knight. The photos attempt to represent his interpretation of this definition through the following criteria: preserved history; a stasis that has resulted in decline; a rejuvenation of things once lost
Olga Rook had always been intrigued by intangible matters such as time. She went on to study history and obtained her master’s and then PhD degrees in the Mediaeval and Early Modern history and did research in Renaissance culture.
Foiba, Italian term for “sinkhole” is a Deep natural cave with a funnel shape, typical of the Carso region. In Istria, Dalmatia and Venezia Giulia these cavities were used as mass graves to hide the bodies of the victims of political killings by Yugoslav partisans after the Second World War.
Mario Rossi was born in Naples. Now he lives in Rome the city that he set off from and the city he go back to. He is involved in photography since the late seventies years gradually supporting the need for deeper search for a language to identify with.
This series is the fruit of my long loneliness roaming in the fields and forests during winter time. I began this trip in order to empty my head of all the useless and deleterious so called emergencies that spoil our lives.