Flow


FLOW (N.V.)

Old English flowan "to flow, stream, issue; become liquid, melt; abound, overflow" (class VII strong verb; past tense fleow, past participle flowen), from Proto-Germanic *flowan "to flow" (source also of Middle Dutch vloyen, Dutch vloeien, vloeijen "to flow," Old Norse floa "to deluge," Old High German flouwen "to rinse, wash"), from PIE root *pleu- "to flow." - etyonline.com

Flow is a state of mind. A state of mind where a camera is simply a tool. A tool that does not create emotion but acts as a conduit. A conduit for the energy and aura of who is present in a moment. A moment of meditative therapy. A therapy session where a camera is both the Pen, the Notebook. The Couch Is the space where a photographer and subject are both, therapist and patient. Interacting in an environment that wouldn’t dare to succumb to pressure. A relationship where both are learning from a moment, learning how to be, learning how to interpret each other’s body language. Flow is trust. Flow is so.

Flow fundamentally exists by itself but most importantly from the absence of hesitation.


Black and white

Notes

A black and white photo holds a gaze, It makes us think, It immerses itself in our presence.

Black and white is an escape from the beautiful colors of daily life. It’s a comfort of balance.

Black and white is quiet on the surface and loud at it’s depth.

Black and white explores the richness of simplicity.

Black and white is peace of mind, even when it can be chaotic.

Black and white becomes vivid in the mind. The colors of Black and White.

Black and white is a silent film. We are the dialogue and the score.

Black and white…

 

Release

Notes

A man is human. Emotion is human. Compassion is human. Empathy is human. Love is human. A need for love is human. Attention is human. Expression is human. But we reject, we avoid and we fear them. A fear stemming from shame, of how we could be perceived. A fear disguised as a sign of strength that we attribute to masculinity. It is the responsibility of a man to understand emotional intelligence. It is the responsibility of a man to understand why feeling and expressing are not synonymous to weakness, to understand why It is far from it. Doing so does not remove your role, your duty as a protector/provider, it strengthens it. What we fail to realize is, from an objective point of view, a man who is crippled by internal turmoil is less effective as a contributor of society. Suppression is a not pride, It’s a burden. It creates stress and It destroys. As a result, a man becomes fragile. He is triggered very easily. He uses verbal abuse or physical violence to express, at the expense of our daughters and also, our sons. It contradicts the notion that masculinity is protection safety.

We say we are not allowed to feel and express. We blame society, we ask for change but we tend to conveniently forget that we are society. This series is a long term exploration of the fear and shame of processing stress, anger and sadness. It's to understand how to release and not keep…

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ENTER

ENTER TITLE

115.

Enter Title. It is expectation. It is direction. It is idea. It is baseline. It is feel. It is mood. It is color. It creates. It halts. It changes. It evolves. It digresses. It stalls. It adapts. It educes. It guides. But. It blinds. It misdirects. It prohibits. It intimidates.It confuses. It disappoints.

WRITE TEXT HERE

2094

Write text here. It revolves around what could and should. It revolves around a concrete message. It revolves around the right structure, the right tone, the right words, the right punctuation. It revolves around attention, recognition and validation. It revolves around rejection. It revolves around acceptance. It revolves around and away from it’s own condition. It revolves around perception. It ignores.

DRAFT

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Draft. Letter. Syllable. Word. Sentence. Paragraph. Page. Structure. Path. Rip. Rewrite. Accept. Be. Write. Right. Wrong. Perception. Reality. Deception. Certainty. Retract. Reset. Move. Stop. Illusion. Loop.

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DJ Mango

YOyo

Geiko

Yoyo

DJ Mango

DJ Mango

DJ MANGO


New York

New York

A Street

 

ROUGE

rēd

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Feeling

Warm

Vibrant

High

 

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Fast

Dominant

Boost

Influence

Luck

 
 
 

Charm

Courage

Thrill

Alert

Presence

Warm

Motion

Perspective I

A perspective of meaning by Summer Shultz

DEFIANCE / AUTONOMY / LONGING

Black is beautiful


You look but you don’t see,

you hear but you don’t listen

You steal from me

But take only from yourself

That’s not mine and I don’t want it

I am mine and you can’t have it

Closing the door, gently



Alone in a room that no one else can enter

The walls of this room all mirrors

My thoughts,

Unclouded and reflective

…Leave me to wander here



Aloneness that transcends longing

I found it –

The source of my power

But power is not needed here



Could it really be so simple?

Art comes from incompleteness

 

Sat on a wall

Had a great fall

Couldn’t be put back together again

 

The mind moves forward

But the heart knows

There’s no place else but here

 

It’s not about what’s real

It’s about what burns

 

This body so small and feeble

This life so short and fleeting

 

I carry it within me,

Knowing I am an inadequate container

 

This is what I meant by

Unconditional

 

Always reaching,

Never grasping

 

Won’t you please just stay?

 

The hollow within me

Echoing

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