There is just one face.
It is the face of the Creator.
There is the wind in his eyes;
There is the fire in his heart;
There is the water in his body;
There is the earth in his hands.
'The Creator'
I couldn't catch his eye.
He always closed his eyes softly or averted his face
but he stole my look at the same time.
I had to do it. I had to catch his eye.
There was nobody around us.
Just he was begging but burying himself in grains of sand.
Suddenly our eyes met and I pushed the shutter button
feeling tingles down my spine.
Thunder had boomed
and its light had rolled round my consciousness with awe and ecstasy.
An informational stream of all his life was reflected by my camera's mirror
and returned to its Creator.
I took away my camera and our eyes collided between eyebrows.
I was cloaked in an ardor of suffering.
I was not human being. I was the Fire.
'Fire'
The sunset. The ocean. The sand.
Air humidity was 100%. It was hot unbearably.
I had captured 'Fire' for a week.
A head must get up harshly in order to its hair become beams of the Sun
which setting down. The face must be the Sun.
It must be blissful the same way as in other consciousnesses
('Earth', 'Water', 'Air').
These are four states of one face.
600 shots of 'Fire' had been photographed for those days
but the sun had gave necessary conditions just for 15 minutes.
The sun was too high up a little early and
a color temperature was not appropriate,
but it set down beyond a moisture-screen a little later.
It's impossible to have been in reflected sunlight for long time.
It strikes the eye and it is able to score out :)
Some hundreds head movements had been done
opposite a scorching hand-made metallic reflector with indifference
to everything but first shot attracts more attention.
The rest of all shots was just attempt to do better,
but it was worth hard work :)
'Earth' had been created at night for 2 hours when the moon was full.
It was necessary to be under sand and to use no one of brains
else thoughts affected the face and a sand coat was broken.
'Creature'
A big monkey had jumped from a scorching roof into an armchair
looking for a shady place. Its height was about 170 sm.
Nobody was there.
I had turned my camera to it.
The monkey gazed at me significantly and then began its show
as photographer's model. I had already heard somebody's lough.
People looked out from windows of nearest houses with care.
But my model wasn't confused and was posing openly and more excitedly.
A woman, seems, she is a owner of the armchair,
looked at her neighbours through bars of 'her prison' with apprehension.
She was even afraid to go out.
A final shot belongs in series 'ID Expression'.
The Creator - Fire - Creature,
series 'ID Expression',
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