Pixellated stories.
The magic of photography, to me, is how you end up capturing a piece of time on a piece of paper or as a set of 1s and 0s on an electronic device. It's not just an image - it's a portal - a gateway to a lot of memories, stories and emotions. And they need not be just YOUR memories. There are photographs which bring you someone else's stories, emotions and thoughts into your own. Across space and time. In the end, isn't that a form of telepathy? A portal between minds, unfettered by the spatial and temporal limitations of our own bodies and lives.
I chanced upon an article today, on Huffington Post - a story of a New York-based photographer, Angelo Merendino, who documented his wife's battle with breast cancer in a series of stunning and stark black-and-white images. The images, stripped of color, are full of life - of love, pain, fear, sickness and hope.
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They capture these gamut of emotions and memories, and express them without restraints. Without words. Without the need for words. Merendino effectively reminds us of the all-too-human side of cancer - It's not just a bunch of mutated cells running amok in a host body - it's a living, breathing reminder of our frailty, a test of our strength and love. It's a source of pain, suffering, heartbreak and death. And occasionally, brings with it hope, love and peace.
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Just looking at the images makes me feel emotions. Reminds me of my humanity, of life and its joys and sorrows. I remember I'm not just an eating-sleeping-working machine, leading a daily routine of a life. And I realize, at least for that moment, there's more to life than complaining about the lack of one.
I won't claim to be the stereotypical macho guy, even though I'm lachrymally challenged. I'm a jaded cynical guy, without much time or interest for stuff like rom-com movies or Lifetime movies. That said, there are some things I come across which move me beyond words - things like this story, which ended up leaving me in tears. A real love story, without a happy ending. A stranger's pain which made me empathize with her. A husband's love for his wife, which made me applaud silently. A story whose ending, is serving as a beginning for many others.
We are born, we live, we die - And we fight battles - Some we choose, most we don't. The best we can do, is hope to gather as many allies as we need, to fight our battles on our side, and try and win as many as possible.
And as Jennifer Merendino said, “Love every morsel of the people in your life.”
Check out the rest of the photographs HERE and for the Facebook Page, with more images and updates and stories by Angelo HERE.
I chanced upon an article today, on Huffington Post - a story of a New York-based photographer, Angelo Merendino, who documented his wife's battle with breast cancer in a series of stunning and stark black-and-white images. The images, stripped of color, are full of life - of love, pain, fear, sickness and hope.
They capture these gamut of emotions and memories, and express them without restraints. Without words. Without the need for words. Merendino effectively reminds us of the all-too-human side of cancer - It's not just a bunch of mutated cells running amok in a host body - it's a living, breathing reminder of our frailty, a test of our strength and love. It's a source of pain, suffering, heartbreak and death. And occasionally, brings with it hope, love and peace.
Just looking at the images makes me feel emotions. Reminds me of my humanity, of life and its joys and sorrows. I remember I'm not just an eating-sleeping-working machine, leading a daily routine of a life. And I realize, at least for that moment, there's more to life than complaining about the lack of one.
I won't claim to be the stereotypical macho guy, even though I'm lachrymally challenged. I'm a jaded cynical guy, without much time or interest for stuff like rom-com movies or Lifetime movies. That said, there are some things I come across which move me beyond words - things like this story, which ended up leaving me in tears. A real love story, without a happy ending. A stranger's pain which made me empathize with her. A husband's love for his wife, which made me applaud silently. A story whose ending, is serving as a beginning for many others.
We are born, we live, we die - And we fight battles - Some we choose, most we don't. The best we can do, is hope to gather as many allies as we need, to fight our battles on our side, and try and win as many as possible.
And as Jennifer Merendino said, “Love every morsel of the people in your life.”
Check out the rest of the photographs HERE and for the Facebook Page, with more images and updates and stories by Angelo HERE.