These are great. The first is mysterious and arresting - I think it is good art. The rest are simply sweet. It's nice to see how the family is coming along.
Your choice of B&W (and the light for some reason) causes me to daydream about how Varya will see these photos in a couple of decades, marvel at how she looked as a chubby-cheeked little girl, and admire her mother's youthful beauty.
Early childhood photos seem so impossible after one grows up. One wonders what it would be like to be in those photos again, to see all those things over as an adult, but of course, you can't. You only get to see it in 2-dimensions on a page (or screen), so it is like some sort of mythical world that might possibly never have existed, if not for the echoes it has left in those dearest to you.
Maybe I feel that way because I've never seen a movie of my family from that period, or because people took fewer photos in the days of film. Maybe today's generation won't feel the same way at all.
Thanks! I take the sheer length of your comment as a compliment, it means that thse shots do evoke come thoughts and feelings. Actually I myself had this dreamlike perception of them. That is why I also posted the beautiful song by Rusted Root - to try and convey this dreamlike melancholy to viewers.
As for that feeling Varya might have when sho grows, I think that this paarticular way of appreciating them will come later. I on't remember myself really looking at my (and my parents') photos when I was twentyish, I would say that I started appreciating this later.
I think that printed photos will remain to be admired. Nowadays people print less and less, thus the multitude of digital shots will never make it to paper. Which will probably make printed images more valued.
Yeah, they definitely have a dreamy quality It really is a very nice series. Rusted Root... I knew it sounded familiar but couldn't place the artist. I was wondering if it was edward sharp and the magnetic zeroes. You're probably right about the interest in parents' photos. Maybe that will take three decades. Are you still coming to Moscow or Peter in July, by the way? We really hope to see you.
Your choice of B&W (and the light for some reason) causes me to daydream about how Varya will see these photos in a couple of decades, marvel at how she looked as a chubby-cheeked little girl, and admire her mother's youthful beauty.
Early childhood photos seem so impossible after one grows up. One wonders what it would be like to be in those photos again, to see all those things over as an adult, but of course, you can't. You only get to see it in 2-dimensions on a page (or screen), so it is like some sort of mythical world that might possibly never have existed, if not for the echoes it has left in those dearest to you.
Maybe I feel that way because I've never seen a movie of my family from that period, or because people took fewer photos in the days of film. Maybe today's generation won't feel the same way at all.
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As for that feeling Varya might have when sho grows, I think that this paarticular way of appreciating them will come later. I on't remember myself really looking at my (and my parents') photos when I was twentyish, I would say that I started appreciating this later.
I think that printed photos will remain to be admired. Nowadays people print less and less, thus the multitude of digital shots will never make it to paper. Which will probably make printed images more valued.
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