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Critiques From Elahe Moravej
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Critique By:
Elahe Moravej (K:49)
4/7/2008 8:25:01 AM
The furthest place
The sea might be the most infinite. Life is a try to end, a movement to darkness. My steps, your steps, trains moving one ofter another, waves and unknown people all go
With on aim. I watch from far away I see life which is quiet sometime and moveless
But so fast some other times. Istare at the end. Itake my steps . I have dreams so I move as fost a train in the light. I pass all the dark lines and spats. Ifill my lonlyness with an unknown person and still iam standing in the station alone. I see calm and shadows beside me but I donot fee their coldness because I loveto go . I read the signs and count the seconds until I reach the last station . I watch the absolute blue , and I smile. I look at above but I donot see. To breathe from square series and invisible lights. The trains, the lights, the rails, metal pillars and I all go to one place:extremity.
Ihear the soundof waves, therees no passenger in the shadows Iam not sure if thates the place to start or to end.itis strongpllars, it is silence and the darkness frightens me. It doesnot matter . Ilook at the lights Idonot want to ses the darkness, a bright rail, adork rail but I follow it with my eyes mayby it has something to say. Iam glad that Iam walking through the light.I see everything even my own picture. I ee a shadow shorter than me folloeing. My comment on a picture: the influence of yellow on other
Colors like red and blue. The photographer could use contrast (sharp) or color settings to give more indentity to the picture. Like the color of red in the train or blue in the sea or other parts in the end which are not so clear . thercould either omitted or get more clear using a close view. The picture has a sense of closeness,beingyellow and using lots of bright colors have made it boring. Maybe if the framework was abit closer and unfinished subjects were not used as much, the picture could be more beautiful. It is been making me think is the vertical framework trying to say something? Or the photographer jast wanted to use it? Why the photographer wanted to look at the view from left? Why hsnot he used lights and dorkness the same amount and put the picture in a equal position?maybe the lack of passangars and train have made him lost his ambition. The 90 degree angle which has been caused by the ceiling and pillars is destroyed by the trap door to the sea .the yellow color in the picture is destroyed by the blue sea, whit lights in theceiling and the cold black shadow. The calm and silence of the right empty rail is in contrast. Repetition of lights in the train eindows and the last comment is the dorkness in the left, a red is showing it is existence. Although it is so small, it shines and vanishesin darkness
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Photo By: Nick Karagiaouroglou
(K:127263)
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Critique By:
Elahe Moravej (K:49)
4/7/2008 8:18:25 AM
The start and end of life are always two facing spots.one second you talk about hope and other second death will come to you. Life always begins like a movie and follows some adven tures and ends. The far avay is life andmuch closs is death . but death doesnot always mean the end of life . look at extremity.that is also a place to live. Houses and people, everything exists but you donot see. Sun and air and hope,but you are standing in the shadows. Nabe this shadow is for eternity and you are nothing with on voice and no picture…….. life is like a deam sometimes you can find hope in the darkest and coldest places or find a window of lightin the darkness of cold graves. Or find a beautiful rainbow in the coarseness of nature and chaotic branches there is no firmness. Everything is spread.there are only a few steps from life to death. You can reach the sun and clean sky and get away from coldness and dorkeness anddonot see the sun but I can feel it is presense. The presense else which chonges death to life, darkness to light. Every thing goes to one side. A spot from faraway seems like a door in extremity to escape from fear and darkness and death. Everything move, clouds to the rigth, shadows to the front , rainbow to the righ, death and darkness to the left. We go the right, reach the beautiful rainbow ful of hope.death is not strange. It is a philosophy of hidden trth, which associates the quiet spirit of a sleeping person. The stons which com to the left one after another and the light on them even make the death sweet. You will ses the light wich play with shadows of branches. The horizon splits the sky and the earth as if they have equal share of life and nature and each has something to say……..
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| Photo By: Antonio Torkio
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Critique By:
Elahe Moravej (K:49)
3/5/2008 2:59:29 PM
Bravo
great seen!
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| Photo By: Maria Sousa
(K:1456)
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