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This poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot.
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“The fires of hell feed on your desires. People do not burn you; you burn yourself.”
- Su Shih, Odes of the Icons of the Water-Land Ritual – Lower Eight Seats – Denizens of Hell
We have seen and experienced so many “burnings.” They leave only to return, are extinguished only to be rekindled. When they suddenly stop for a moment, they leave, leap off the tracks, staying there like remnants. Is this in itself enough to astonish us? No, of course not. That is our astonishment towards photography; an eternal, universal, tiring astonishment. Jiang Zhi
Magical Realism in Daily Life with @stephenedwardferry
To see more of Stephen’s striking pictures from Bogota and elsewhere, follow @stephenedwardferry on Instagram.
From a young age, Stephen Ferry (@stephenedwardferry) was well aware not only of photography’s appeal, but of its power.
“I’m pretty lucky because when I was really quite young, 12 or 13 years old, there was a photography store around the corner from my house, and they put up with me,” the 55-year-old photojournalist says. “I went there all the time and they showed me how to develop film and stuff. At the same time, when I was young, the war in Vietnam was a huge issue everywhere. I grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and there were riots and demonstrations against the war all the time. I learned about all of this through the photographs that came to our house in newspapers and in the pages of LIFE magazine. Those are the same extraordinary pictures that really had an influence on American society. I was already very interested in the news, and that was an occasion where photojournalism showed me that photographs can influence the course of things, and play a role in informing people and exposing terrible things that were taking place.”
While he has traveled to dozens of countries in his career — covering armed conflicts, human rights and the environment — for the past decade and a half Stephen has been living in Colombia. Electing Bogota as a base for his work was a decision driven, paradoxically enough, by what he did not know: namely, how complex and fascinating his adopted country really is.
“I first came here to give a workshop to Latin American photographers in the late 1990s,” Stephen notes. “As it turns out, through their pictures, my colleagues in the workshop taught me a lot about the war that is taking place in Colombia and the human rights situation here. I didn’t really understand the gravity of it and the scale of it back then. I had always worked on issues of human rights, so at that point I decided I wanted to cover the unrest in this country — particularly because there’s this notion that the violence here stems only from issues around drug trafficking. The easy, simplistic idea that people often have is that this is a drug war, but it’s much, much more involved than that. Like so many places, Colombia’s conflict has long and deep historical roots. I set myself the task of trying to convey that, and it turned out to be far more complicated than I ever imagined.”
For someone who has seen much of the worst that human beings can inflict on one another, a strong streak of optimism (colored by, in Stephen’s words, “a lot of sadness”) remains in his approach to his work.
“One of the things that I really want to pursue as a photographer is to keep covering and communicating around the difficult subjects of conflict and violence, but also explore the many aspects of daily life, a kind of magical realist quality to life, that I find so wonderful here in Colombia,” Stephen says.
His profession, meanwhile, demands a certain amount of sacrifice. “I’m a photojournalist,” he says. “Certainly, I obey all the rules of the profession. Never set things up, don’t make false statements in captions, and so forth. But when you’re looking at awful things taking place in front of you, of course you hope that your pictures will wake people up, or will create a sense of concern. And on a few occasions there’s been the satisfaction of knowing that the work has actually helped to cast a strong light on these conflicts, and maybe even made things a little better.”
okay this is from spirited away and i think it is possibly the most beautiful thing.
caligula had anime eyes
wait romans painted their marble sculptures
it looks like a cheap theme park ride mascot
yep
here’s a statue of Augustus
and here’s a reproduction of the statue with the colors restored
i honestly think that what we consider the height of sculpture in all of Western civilization being essentially the leftover templates of gaudy pieces of theme park shit to be evidence of the potential merit of found art
"I tried coloring it and then I ruined it"
And you know what the funniest part is? The paint didn’t just wear off over time. A bunch of asshole British historians back in the Victorian era actually went around scrubbing the remaining paint off of Greek and Roman statues - often destroying the fine details of the carving in the process - because the bright colours didn’t fit the dignified image they wished to present of the the cultures they claimed to be heirs to. This process also removed visible evidence of the fact that at least some of the statues thus stripped of paint had originally depicted non-white individuals.
Whenever you look at a Roman statue with a bare marble face, you’re looking at the face of imperialist historical revisionism.
(The missing noses on a lot of Egyptian statues are a similar deal. It’s not that the ancient Egyptians made statues with strangely fragile noses. Many Victorian archaeologists had a habit of chipping the noses off of the statues they brought back, then claiming that they’d found them that way - because with the noses intact, it was too obvious that the statues were meant to depict individuals of black African descent.)
Sorry, I keep reblogging this over and over, the last comment is unbelievable. Wow.
I’m not sure if I am more sad or more tired
Living with mental illness is so odd. Like, two days ago I wanted to be dead, but right now I’m sitting next to a heater listening to Christmas music, and just happy to exist. The polarity is baffling.
the accuracy