vaga#1/16 Obsession #2

AWARD TO THE MOST USELESS AND it is still ACTIVE

“Dejar la escoba” (escoba=broom)

'!!! LEAVE THE BIG MESS !!!

OR,

ALL NEW BROOMS, SWEEP CLEAN

Part XVI

the classic

This chapter was left behind because of issues with internet at the time. Here are many paparazzi photos, believe it or not, but if someone is sweeping, and I photograph them it is annoying and perhaps an insult to portray that sweeping action, as something contemptuous, but most of them I take for a laugh. I never looked for a good photo, but after seeing so many, I told myself, you have to document it with humour because they are also brooms that are unknown to our continent, so there is something of a tourist trip in these photos hahaha

Obsessions, yes I have them, mine are exclusively visual, many images, other objects, it had never happened to me before, this is new for me. I think it is an obsessive compulsive disorder, me taking pictures over and over again of the same thing, when they are objects like in this chapter for example it is to 'smile at myself, they make me laugh at myself and nothing else, there nothing useful in it, there is no logic whatsoever, just a little madness.

gallery of "those things that are ignored" but that are so necessary

SOME EXAMPLES OF STICKS, FROM IMPROVISED TO PRODUCED

SOME DESIGNS OF THE BRUSHES

At least I do not suffer from other obsessions, with people or with the accumulation of some particular objects, (I met a character in Chile, who collects owls, about 200 at a glance, to give a figure, probably incorrect). Obsessions fascinate me, I feel something of irrationality in that. When the monks' clothes were hung in Vaga #1 part IX Obsession1, I fulfilled my obsession. In any case, it was opportune at the time, since I have never seen one of those hanging rags again. !!! good shot, I tell myself !!!! I just hope that when I report on one of these, it is finished as I can’t keep storing all the photos.

I have been dropping them into the blog from time to time and others will come. Is there meaning or interest for readers, PROBABLY NOT, it is here that I dedicate the blog to me.

VARIETIES

the black sheep

I look for the best photos of visual themes and then do something with them. Do what with them? The truth is that I have them there, so I will download or upload them, how do you say something like that on the blog and in general??? Sometimes I think of doing something like an exhibition, but with my work that is due, not just putting one next to the other, I would like to create new compositions from a photo, like Vaga #0. I have to think, decide, resolve, see how to specify and define if I really want to, I still don't know and if it gives me the energy. I do not have any visual tool, be it called photoshop or another similar to carry it out, and then I have to learn to use it. It makes things difficult. And I don't want to go back to my past knocking on gallery doors in galleries to be exposed… I never want that again. But exhibiting in a gallery these days seems romantic, seeing those people actually looking at your work is nice. Using the internet still doesn't appeal to me, I've never looked at art on the internet. Capturing those meaningless images, but they are true to my eyes and that is an intrinsic part of my life as the visual artist that I am.

THE DECADENCE

DECAY AWARD

WHEN I RUN OUT OF A PARTICULAR FIXATION I HOPE A NEW ONE WILL OCCUR, BECAUSE TO BE WITHOUT AN OBSESSION, WILL BE BORING HAHAHA !!!

my great obsessions are for colours, textures, compositions and light, especially light. It is what moves me and I cannot ignore it. Maybe catching the light is critical because you know that it is very changeable and if you don't catch it in that exact second you could lose it, and I am in constant movement, I can't wait for the next day to check its light again. I take a lot of photos with the intention to select the best ones, and then I can't get rid of them, maybe for a normal person 3 or 4 are enough. With me NOPE there are lots.

THE EXTREME

Curiosities, my "man cleaner" in the hostel in Jakarta, he cleaned my bed with a broom, or another sweeping the beach with a broom, not a rake. the beach.

the beauty of THE conic broom from myanmar

Among all the lost photos I resent losing the one the most. It was of moment when I saw a woman in an apron sweeping the airport runway between and under the planes it was when I was ready to board in Kathmandu, I was with Peter, and it caused us so much laughter. Whenever I miss an extraordinary moment and the photo escapes me, I remember my father's story, about him being in Mexico at an international meeting to present debit cards. The point was associated with novelty beyond the popular understanding of the moment and exposed Neil Armstrong, as a representative of the new age, of technology, of the future. A photographer took a photo of my dad and Neil Armstrong. The photograph was never captured, they did not come out or the negative was erased, but the story is that the "photo" my father could not have in his hands, was only the story, so any lost photo of mine is nothing compared with which my old man lost . Consolation !!!!!!

THE SALE

THE TRANSITION

ROAD TO EXTINCTION

I have an anecdote, to finish for today on the subject. First it was with Rafael, when he spent his winter vacations with me in June and July, he saw me repeatedly taking pictures of stone walls, it was the obsession at the moment, OK, three or four, but not to me, there were dozens. He looked at me with a face saying "my mother is nuts" This is a term that is frequently applied to me, which I do not share, different yes and there is a lot of difference between the two. With Peter, the same in those days were the green mosses, “mom please, not another one? But this time I showed them to him and asked him ... what do you think? Only colour, texture, composition and light, and he recognised that they were beautiful. From then on he never again teased me with my photos outside the literal and even more, so he suggested one or another during our walk.

the inevitable street sweeper but the broom looked as inefficient as she was.

In visual obsessions or fixations (not those of objects) I don’t know where the dividing line is between obsession or fixation or become a search for the perfection

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OBSESSIONS ARE JUST OBSESSIONS, THEY HAVE NO EXPLANATION

SOPHISTICATION AWARD

I end up with this long and pretty as brooms should be. HA HA ……………………… … guess where it comes from ………………………………………

OBVIOUSLY JAPAN

Eyes of the Vagabond