1000 Words Mobile Showcase Week 6
Big thanks for contributing to our Flickr group, 1000 Words. We hope to showcase the great diversity and beauty of the work shown to continue to inspire other mobile (connected) photographers/ artists within our community.
1000 Words is titled under the premise that “a photograph says a 1000 words.”
We Are Juxt believes that mobile photographers/ artists tell stories through the photographs/ images and art that represents their families, their environment, themselves. This is important because of the level of communication that is portrayed in imaging today.
We look forward to you and your art. We thank you for your contribution to the mobile photography/ arts community. To view the 1000 Words gallery go here and feel free to add your own images
This week’s showcase was curated by group member Giuseppe Capozzo.
To see the Showcases by week click here.
Juxt thanks you for your contributions!
Yamamoto’s Awakening by Alan Kastner
Flickr \ IG @wallah \ EyeEym \ Twitter @tabiwallah \ G+ +alan kastner \ IPA \ 500px \ Tumblr
“Yamamoto suddenly found the answer he sought as he raised his head during that long walk home from the bar…”. This line of description included with my Flickr posting sketches the broad hint of a storyline intended to convey a moment of realization. Beyond that suggestion, I encourage viewers to interpret what might be occurring in that instant. While this is a somewhat introspective piece, I prefer to serve at most as a not-completely-trustworthy narrator and keep my own reading to myself. To my thinking, such an approach allows each individual to freely interpret and envision their own story.
I hoped the piece would evoke responses to questions such as the following. What might be running through Yamamoto’s mind or projected through his eyeglasses in that instant? What is the path before him? What might be represented by the architectural/geometrical form down the path? In response, viewers on the sites to which I posted have offered up a fascinating variety of possible scenarios. I see this as a sign that I’ve been at least partially successful in establishing the mood of the moment. I love hearing each interpretation and participating in the resulting discourse with friends in the community. I also appreciate the opportunity this process creates for me to measure from how well the image resonated with those who offer feedback. The stories suggested by others richen my own experience and my personal reading of that moment.
Dream Big Collaboration with Dirk Dallas and Robert Jahns
Flickr \ IG @dirka @nois7
This was a collaboration I did with my friend Robert Jahns (IG: @nois7). This is a shot I took of my daughter Makenzie at the beach. The idea behind the picture was to show the wonder, curiosity and innocence of a child. From here Robert took the photo and processed it with a very imaginative edit. His theme for this was “Dream Big”. I am a big fan of Robert’s fantasy style edits so I was very honored to do this collaboration with him.
Apps used for this: Artstudio and Snapseed
Fugit Irrevocabile Tempus by Ruslan Suleimenov
Flickr \ IG @no_ok
This image was made using two photos. The first photo of 3 funny rabbits (street performers) was made during my walk in the center of Cracow’s old town, here in Poland. The photo was shot in autumn 2011. That was the year of F. Chopin in Poland and there were a lot of related events on the streets of Cracow during that time. So these guys were attracted by another street performer who was playing grand piano in the open air. The second photo was taken in spring 2012. At that time I decided to try a new app called Decim8 which was largely used by my favorite mobile artists. So the second photo was processed using this app, and it gave me a really surprising effect of liquid clocks, very similar to the paintings of Salvador Dali. The final image was inspired by “Alice in Wonderland” (Lewis Carroll). I just combined two photos to make it look a little weird, funny and mysterious.
Untitled by Joanna Dunford
Flickr \ IG @Joanna \ Twitter @JustJo
I was driving home from work late one evening and I saw lots of birds all flapping about from a distance. I planned to stop and take photos of the birds and when I actually pulled up in my car, I discovered this couple, enjoying the sunset together and sharing some fish and chips. It was the food that drew the birds in. Anyway, mostly a case of right place, right time. I liked the way it turned out in b&w. Edited with Noir Photo & Snapseed.
Sick of It All by Michael Andrade
Flickr \ IG @andradeXcobain \ Twitter @andradeXcobain
With Bradley not feeling well and out sick for the day, it only made sense to upload this photo inspired by the lyrics of The Distillers “Sick Of It All”
“Murder murder a ripe blood stain
Pulled the f#cking trigger cause I’m sick of it all
Murder murder a ripe fucking hate
Pulled the f#cking trigger cause I’m sick of it all
I went to school today with an uzi
There’s this kid he teased me so i shot em in the face
All the worlds light wont ease my pain
It wont cease I;m diseased will you hang me please
I’m a nihilist raised on violence
What do i do I’m American youth
All my life I’ve lived in silence
I’m gonna snap ill get you back”
We captured this shot in the middle of one of the busiest roads in D.C. No hipster Asian model coworkers or Hispanic/Arab punks were hurt in the making of this shot.
Time Dilation by Tal Shafik
Flickr \ IG @talsh \ Twitter @talsh \ G+
This photo was taken at my parents’ house. I tried to capture the nostalgic and timeless aspects of visiting one’s parents, reversing time and re-experiencing childhood, if only for a brief moment or memory. The original image was taken using ProCamera and edited to B&W in Snapseed. The layering was done using ImageBlender.
Guardian by Nettie Edwards
Flickr \ IG \ Twitter @lumilyon
In Memory of
Kathleen Mary Hamilton
Younger and beloved daughter of
Edward S Potter of Fullwood, Cheltenham who died April 27th 1878 Aged five years and nine months
You’ll have forgotten by now… You weren’t angry that morning
So we walked together
To the place of remembering
No words passing between us
As we stooped to run our fingers along the names
Of tiny bones beneath our feet
Recalling “we only borrow children for a while”
I bit my lip
And turned to touch your shoulder
Eight years old
Our one Summer together
You’ll have forgotten by now