‘Chaos’ and the…Souls!

Its wierd having the same word tossed about you within 24 hours of the time.

‘Chaos’.

I was chatting with Manoj, a fellow flickerer and admin about stocks, our group, everything under the sun (which had to be on a sunny day of course), when we came, stumbled in fact, upon photography. And we strolled to the topic on my photographs. I’ve started around 2 months ago, and had changed my style many times, which means that my present styles might not be there forever however enthusiastic I might be about them.

Chaos, wierd, my pictures are described as chaos. I laughed at first, you know, if I laugh inappropriately at something, it means that I don’t know what to react to.

Eh, strange, but true. Under the facade of minimalism, I feel a strange tension in the picture, like of a cold war getting along. Like the picture on the previous post, as with this picture I took today.

Different pictures, of different places, different people, but the feelings are all the same.

Browsing around my earliest pictures, I found this one.

Peace and chaos rolled into one. But there’s the same tension over that.

The Calm before the Storm.

Well, just a little silly ‘oh-my-goodness’ ’self-actualization’ post, don’t really like to post these nowadays but well, I have to this time!

So, I’m trying to say that, (yeh, do tell me if I have not tried hard enough!)

No matter how one’s styles have changed, the main ‘feeling’ in it is the same.

If a person’s pictures are not genre-defined, its ‘feeling-defined’.

Well, I do have to think about ‘Chaos’ more. Now, I believe that one’s pictures bear one’s souls. Now, if that’s really true, things can get..

SOULS FOR AUCTION!!

SOULS SHOWING IN GALLERY TILL THE 31ST OF OCTOBER!!

SOULS ON DISCOUNT!!

I SEE SOULS HANGING ON THE WALL IN THE TOILET!!

PRINTED SOULS OR ELECTRONIC SOULS?

Sometimes things can get This dispassionate!

This photo and ahhh, just sorting out my thoughts in the meantime!

Went to chinatown today, since I had a day off from school to register my IC.

This picture looks so old, so much like the 50s.

I recently took to the method of framing a composition and waiting for someone to walk by and strangely, for most pictures, the first person who passes fits the picture.

And my camera with its slow slow slow (rather irritating) shutter speed also strangely contributed to making a ‘right’ picture. See, I clicked the shutter when the lady was at around the first stool, it only registered when she was over at the third stool– but the composition (I feel) looks so much better at the 3rd!

The Ironies of Life for lucky fella like me :\

gah, so many things happened today at school when I was not there. Let me sort out my thoughts.

1) I left 2 sets of pe shirts and shorts under my table when our class was moving to another classroom (and I was not there!). THANKS SHOUYU for helping me to pack!! Thanks sooooooooo much!!

2) YEEHERNG!! I didn’t bring your birthday present yesterday and I can’t give it to you today!! So sorry!

3) Moot Parliament debate motion: (Sucks, the Jerk, zk, the coin was obviously against him when he tossed it!) Motion was something about Singapore not having a freedom of choice and we’re OPP. Can’t believe it, I have to be politically correct this time. (MINDEF, don’t come knocking on my door for this, please).

4) I HAD TO TAKE A MATHS RETEST, IF I FAIL IT, I CAN’T TAKE MATHS ANYMORE NEXT YEAR AND SO ON!!!!!!

The school is so unsupportive of art students!

Loads more, shiat, I can’t remember!! Gotta run though, piano teacher’s coming!

Schizophrenia

Ladder, steps, plug, electrocute, ladder, steps, climb, jump.

Where is it? Where is it?

Woman, wind, flash, woman, wind, blur, $1, $1, woman, wind, fly.

What’s happening? What’s happening?

Water, deep, blue, water, ice, water, straw, drown, swim, drown, swim, drown, dead.

Help! Help!

Daggers, eyes, daggers, eyes, pierce, daggers, penetrate, daggers, eyes.

What’re you doing? What’re you doing?

Corner, forced, corner, dead, corner, strip, kill, Checkmate.

yh: Its raining on my side, I hear the rain.

zt: yeah, like this— drip..drip..drip..

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I’ve been wanting to write something about this picture, but till now, I don’t know if I even conveyed what I wanted to convey. zk was right, its just this feeling in it and when I asked him what was it, he said he doesn’t know. I don’t know too.

Do you know?

The Litmus test for Direction

The way to find out if you’re in the right direction or not (poetry/literature/photography/painting) is that will you be shaken by your own words, will you be drawn in by your own pictures– if you are a viewer or a reader.

This question is rather hard to answer, it looks easy. I asked a few of my flickr mates this question– Which picture will you favorite in your own photostream if you were a stranger looking at your site?

Well, if you do have a clear sense of direction, you should have one, not two, three, or none.

But of course, it might not be universal and I should hesitate a little after using the word ‘should’, but I do think it’s a pretty good gauge.

When I asked myself that question that day, I had none. I was a little exasperated.

The next day, I made the ‘Line’ picture, picture of a row of chairs seen from top..And it was the one.