27 June 2015

Photographing men

This the first time photograph a man after more than 6 years. No bad right?

23 June 2015

a Brno woman - Katerina

Lastly I have been trying to take photos in a different way that I am used to. From the back background and with studio lights to a more natural and relaxing environment. 
This session was unexpected. She is a photographer too and I was her model that day however by the end of the session I took my camera and we switch roles.
The session was short and fun and these are her selection.

And to not lose tradition, one in the style I like more. ;)

16 June 2015

a Brno woman - Božena

One of the thing I enjoy photograph more are portraits. I don't believe that single picture can show the personality of a subject but only the point of the view of the photographer about the subject being photograph.

As photographers we have control, up to certain level, over the image of a person. After a photo session we can have images that show the person as an easy going friend or as a very strict and serious person.

The following images are from a portrait class I was giving. The subject's name is Bozena a nice and friendly woman who enjoys Latin music. On this small selection I choose mainly the ones where she look serious with the exception of the first one. Somehow, personally I found these kind of images more interesting than if the person is smiling or with a nice expression, I personally call those images "only" pretty photos while the rest are far more are interesting. 

For sure she she does like this photos too much, after all, most women want to look pretty and nice in a picture and not alike an unfriendly person but for me these photos are more revealing of her than if she would be smiling. I would rather show her laughing then simply smiling. A laugh is real, pure joy while a smile can be fake and it is fake most of the times we see it on a portrait.

So too much talking and now time to enjoy the photos:


This an essay about the absent of smiles in fine art portraiture: http://www.fstopmagazine.com/pastissues/49/Dean.html  I recommends its reading but you should have some knowledge on the work of the photographers mentioned there.

13 June 2015

The greatest artist ever born!

Once upon a time there was a boy that dreamed to be an artist, be famous, get tons of money for a single painting, get laid with pretty girls and paint with total liberty whatever he had on mind.

He went to an art school. There he learned about the masters: Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo and Rafael. His idols from childhood, the ninja turtles. Life could not be better.

First semester was great, second fantastic but the third was shit. New teachers and no more emphasize on technique but on content. He discovered modern art, conceptual art, installations, happening, interventions, video art, land art, serial art, street art, sound art, neo conceptual art,  live art, robotic art, op art, pop art, plop art, penis enlargement art and breast augmentation art. It was too much for him. How the hell he was going to make it? 

He tried mix media. His first piece was demolished but his teachers. That is not art, they told him, is not a painting, neither a photograph nor a sculpture. It was a piece of crap. But he did not surrender, he tried land art and again was the star of the school. A gallery sign him up and he got a solo show for his pieces of crap by the end of the year.

His classmates could not believe it. How was possible that people spend so much money on his pieces of crap. He did not care and continue working hard. His crap was selling well and as he could afford to create more expensive artistic projects. He realized he did not needed to finish the art school to be considered and artist. I am already an artist, he said and left.

Two years passed, he was famous, had many exhibitions and was hook on drugs. One day right after finish another piece of conceptual art, sneezed some cocaine and went out to party. He danced all night, drink few beers then returned to his studio and lied down on the concrete floor of his studio and thought: I have done too much crap. It is time for serious art now.
Nu Couche de Do,  Amadeo Modiglian.
It has been seven years since that day. Few people have seen him around. Some ensure he died of overdose or AIDS, others said he was murdered by and art gallery owner after she found out she was just one of his many lovers. However, few claim he is now married and had a two kids. That he paints portraits and do small sculptures of clay.

I had the chance to talk to him yesterday. His eyes were very red. He told me his daughter had bleeding nose and nightmares so he spend most of the night time next to her. I am clean he said, I don't do crap anymore and my kids are my greatest pieces of art. We finished our beers and keep talking for three hours. By the time I was leaving his partner entered the room and gave him cookies, I said good bye.

He asked me not to reveal his new name neither few of the paintings he let me photograph. One day he told me, but no yet.
Rob Pruitt – Holy Crap (2012), The Fireplace Project.

11 June 2015

a poem - my princess Vera

My princess Vera
is death
crucified she was.

Guilty of witchcraft
murdered by us.
Her body lies
in corrupted lands.

I took her once
to a darker side
and showed her
the power of the night.

She wanted to kiss me
and a spell she cast
but her magic on me
wasn't evil enough.

Tragic blue eyes
my princess had
and her special smile
haunted my eyes.

She waits in hell
all pale and sad
until the day
I can reunite with her.
                   Carlos Lopez, January 2015