The very nature of photography is slicing time. Photographs are based on exposure to light, be it film or sensor and usually lasting only a fraction of a second. But in that unique moment, magic is made, never to be repeated, for seasons change, expressions are different, and nothing is static. It’s just a click, but one of endless boundaries and imagination, pausing time, and never to be captured again.
I'm attracted to doors, windows, and chairs because they represent passages and where people are or have been. Most artists title their work. I don't because it causes the viewer to focus on the title and not the image. Most would title this "Blue Chair." But isn't that obvious? I hope this image is more than the blue chair. It should be about the isolation, the mystery of why or what this scene is about. Also, the disjoint of a metal modern chair with wooden tables. Old vs. new. The what, the why, the who, and even the when.
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