In the morning the lake comes to life again. Man, boat, water and sky form a single landscape unbroken by medling reason. To call oneself by name is not to understand what today means.
i wanted to feel the water hear the voices of the people.and feel the softnes of the light but i could not.
The texture just made everything the same the information was then distorted.The words the seem to paint over picasos' work that needed no explanation.
Elias & Lwazi: Than for the crit, Lwazi. It is what I had hopped this space would serve. The effect was not deliberate. The film is expired and I only realised after developing it that the emulsion was breaking up. It does not make for good journalistic photos, but hell, I am quite happy with the dark room print. It makes for a good art print in my view. I have others that fulfill the other role.