Archive for June, 2011

June 28, 2011

Truth doesn’t make a nosie…

by donnor

Recently I was invited to lecture.  The topic: Finding your personal vision...

Tampico Foto Festival Invited Lecturer. Mexico, 2011.

Within… a deadly battle ensued for years, killing me softly until all that was left was photography… This is the simplest way to describe the journey, when it was over I was a stranger to my past. Photography is irrelevant and over saturated, that to be sure. Unless we are able to control it and shape it, give it life, give it spirit and soul. That is when we have found our vision, when photographs created howl to us with a demanding voice teetering on insanity.

Reality is relative and truth doesn’t make a noise, or a photograph… The camera is simply an extension of your mind; we must free ourselves…

Thank you Elfego Hernandez and Cristina Llerena for making it all happen...

June 27, 2011

Your Summer Our Summer….

by donnor

“How old are you my pretty little miss,
How old are you my honey.”

June 7, 2011

Your Summer Our Summer…

by donnor

Our summer… I wander in the field; a break from the darkroom. Coming up from the basement; the waves of light washed over our day, as it now turns to night. I asked my girl, but the lady just asked for a smoke; back again and I just want to get back again. The moon, how does it do that? Oh well; the whistle moans over the darkness; who’s driving that train? Did they just get back, or are they going? Our days hang long, let’s hang on...

June 1, 2011

Dead Photographs

by donnor

Wonder is here, with a world full of possibilities but those fucking birds sing in the middle of the night; I can’t breathe, my air is yours it just taste bitter. A child stares at the face in the photograph and knows nothing of that woman. Not the dreams she had or the realities that were lived, not the love made, and the love sacrificed, and not the imagination laid before her that promised a new life. When we are recognized no more we will have died again our infinite death. We live now, while our shadows of existence are still cast...