Where’s the Photographer’s Pleasure?

I was at a wedding in Provence, south of France, and I met a few photographers, from the multibigcamera-ed professional to the pouched amateur connoisseur.

I watched them working – with huge admiration for the pro guy, who shot everywhere for literaly hours, never quitting his sparkling eye. On a “Searching an angle for a target” mode, he was amazlingly fast (and he was very kind to offer me a few tips). As always it’s enthralling to watch an experienced professional at work.

I turned over a few rocks

 

I talked with a few of these guys – and to other people with passion (as a cabinetmaker). I had taken my little Canon cam (I took 923 picts!) and was having so much fun walking among the olive trees that I was questioning myself about the photographer’s pleasure. Where is it? What’s the source, the deepest axis? So I asked them!

I found this grass

 

For me, I know it’s all about childhood. I love to be alone, following my own rhythm, it really makes me think about the pleasure of discoveries – like when I was looking for insects in my garden as a kid. I think my modest “creativity” is linked to “this” reconnection.

I knew it was the same for the cabinetmaker, I saw this spark in his eye when he showed me a picture of a bench he made… the shape of a clothes pin! This smile…

Therefore the consequences are : a will to experiment (here, with the light, with frames, with subjects, with everything), then a will to share (which is similar to “Mummy, look what I found” of the seashells gatherer), a state of mind which is very exploratory and casual. The “what if” pleasure is infinite, right?

The sun’s behind

 

I asked the others, imagining it was the same – but nope : it was not. Of course, there’s a common bouquet of things : what to shoot, when and how. Their pleasure, though, was like really in the machine, the camera itself. Technology. Effectiveness. Rules of photography. How to make the proper photography.

Knowing the rules and the User Manual is very important for them (when I just want to try everything – even in the wrong way – especially the wrong way!). Being effective and fast, that’s important when you’re a pro! But not for me : I read the instruction manual… from time to time.

And an ant

Click!

 

Tool :

Where’s your pleasure, in your field? What does that mean? How do you explore? What does the others do? Where is their axis? What can we learn, and how?

 

Hey it’s my article N°1001!

Thanks for reading!

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Blonde Redhead : “Elephant Woman”

Blonde Redhead

“Elephant Woman”

Angel I can see myself in your eyes
Angel won’t you feel for me from your heart
Do return my heart to me
No don’t insist I’m already hurt

Elephant girl
It was an accident unfortunate
Angel threw me like a rubber man
Aiming for the ground
Why amuse yourself in such way
No don’t insist I’m already hurt

Lay me down on the ground softly softly
Don’t remove my head hurts much too much

You never return it
Well I wouldn’t miss it
I shed no tears for broken me
You never know it my peace of mind
Now inside and outside are matching

Why amuse yourself in such a way
No don’t insist I’m already hurt
If you never return it
Will it break your wings
Will you shed no tear for broken me

Les Pieds dans la Lune (Feet in the moon)

 

♪ Les pieds dans la lune ♪

Combien de pages ont vu s’échouer
Les gerbes d’orage en bris de mots
Contents les vents se sont marrés des tours noyés
Dans une mare de cent regrets

Combien de vagues j’ai ravalé
Quand dans la marge tu n’avais pied
Violent courage que ce pas fait
Qu’on sait défait
Mais cède s’aide cède à qui sait donner

Sur la lune à pieds
De plumes en funambules
J’essaie de filer
Les pieds dans la lune
Qui d’amour jamais ne s’est laissé tomber

Sur la lune à pieds
De plumes en funambules
J’essaie de filer
Les pieds dans la lune
Qui d’amour jamais ne s’est laissé tomber

Takuma Nakahira & Daidō Moriyama and other Provoke Japanese Photographers

 

Provoke, it was a magazine in Japan, with a subtitle : Provocative Materials for Thought

I already talked about Moriyama. I add Nakahira today. And some others : I don’t tell you which one took which picture, OK?

There are other guys in this “style”, I’ll dig it later.

What do I find here? Disturbing and a bit too much black and white photography, right? But… there’s always a “but”.

A little tender core hidden somewhere? “Gorgeous Dark”?

I have to say I LOVE this extreme inner fight between harshdark and gorgeous light. Like showing the struggle in the picture…

 

Thanks for reading!

 

 

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https://jpgenrgb.files.wordpress.com/2017/09/daido_moriama_tokio.pdf

https://jpp.today/download/jpp-portfolio-provoke.pdf

 

Moriyama, Yeste, “Nah won’t go”s & Ironing in Swedish 19th Century

Everything that goes wrong…

Hi everybody!

I heard about a Tai Chi teacher, an old Chinese woman living in France, who used to say a mysterious sentence to the students.

“C’est ce qui ne va pas qui va”

…which sounds like a typical Oriental brain-teaser riddle like “Everything is in everything and reciprocally”.

What does that mean? How to translate it?

  • Everything that goes wrong goes right
  • This is what does not go that goes
  • Only wrong things are moving forward
  • What goes wrong goes right
  • What doesn’t go goes

 

This sentence is a bit like the Toltec thing. A few words compacted in a seed.

 

The first Toltec agreement says : “Don’t make assumptions”, and the fifth : “Be skeptical (use the power of doubt to question everything you hear)”.

I love that because it’s a loop, and it’s incoherent (to question everything is to make infinite assumptions). And in a way that’s life!

Also this : Ruiz’s agreements are injunctions, orders : Do this/Don’t do this. It’s very Occidental (we all this like this, right? : If this then that (consequences)).

“What doesn’t go… goes” is more Oriental. It’s an assessment, a fact, almost a report. An observation!

 

OK. When you think about it, it works! The perfect image of the grain of sand in the oyster : this makes a pearl.

Nietzsche is more lyrical : “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.”

And also, in a way, it’s the Amor Fati wisdom, the love of fate. You can (and have to) decide that what happens… happens. It’s better to accept it. If it’s wrong, we can maybe decide it’s right :

…it’ll make you stronger, it’ll make you think, it’ll show you new path.

On our need to be disturbed…

“What goes wrong goes right”, hey, it’s the title of my future book, OK? Don’t steal it, please!

Have a nice day!

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