masterwork
THE WHEAT MUST RIPEN
The wheat must ripen,
If it is touched by warmth every day.
My heart must break
If it is touched by sorrow every day.
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow,
How difficult you are,
May sorrow crawl out from my heart,
As when I had respect.
Now is not like long ago,
It’s not the same sun shining in the sky,
Not the same sun, not the same moon,
Not the same lover who was.
He who was here, he who was here,
Has been gone a long long time,
He wanted someone prettier, but didn’t find,
Didn’t even find someone as pretty as me.
thesis
The mysterious object of desire
The photographer as a liminal figure
Can the photographer be seen as a social and cultural threshold man? A liminal individual who stands outside the norms and conventions. Can he or she hold up a mirror to society in which he or she keeps reflecting on himself or herself? I explore the roles played by the photographer. As a photographer, I undertook a long-term project that has influenced my creative attitude and self-image to this very day. Now it seems almost impossible to close things down and let them go, my assimilation has become an integral part of everyday life. The goal of all my aspirations and ambitions was to integrate, to be treated as a partner and not as a stranger by the community I was trying to integrate into, a community in which my role and my very existence were unknown. But the moment of acceptance, instead of catharsis, triggered even more fear in me. My former assertive approach became hesitant, I questioned my own reality. The starting point for the present document is inspired by that psychological transition. I felt I was standing on a threshold between reality that I had experienced and the subjective reality that I had imagined. Suddenly I belonged everywhere and nowhere. It became important for me to explore the role of the photographer and its mechanisms of action, so I set myself a task to explain the photographer's attitude and the aspirations of a personality within that person towards self-identity.