The Story Of Everything...
By Elizabeth Saporito
23 Oct 2009
I am a bird that has flown away...
I am but lost in a world astray...
I swallow nothing of what you say...
I am a soul that can know no way.
In a picture... in a look at one's soul... I see the world and what is never told. I see reflections of one's inner thoughts... I see what they all knew to be lost. Shining irreverently, breaking all bounds... tripping non stop, making no sounds. In a picture, in a picture, where time is but stopped... in a picture, in a picture... all hopelessly propped.
Should I continue more dryly, more down to earth? More bluntly, more absurdly... more complete, less obscure? To begin, I am obsessed with photographs... to be more precise... I am obsessed with beauty. Beauty can be captured in many forms... through the painter's brush, through the dancer's waltz, the writer's pen... but, to me, not so eloquently as through the cameraman's lens.
The instant gratification the remarkable ability to capture what the eye beholds... this is what sets the camera apart... what makes it spectacular... and I am utterly fascinated and enamored by it.
Imagine... walking a route you take everyday, through the bleakness and the decay of the world... and there, for one instant, you spot it... that breathtaking moment that you need to obtain, to savor forever. The camera, the camera can save it... treasure it... wrap it up in a tight package and preserve it for eternity.
And, oh... the beauty does not stop there... but in editing... whole new worlds... whole new instants of beauty - or madness! All at our fingertips... available, ready to be fondled and cradled into our art... our art!
For what is art without beauty... beauty in the gorgeous, in the flawed, in the shining blade of grass peaking through the concrete... beauty... the very essence of life... and we all have the ability to capture it in our souls for the eternal.
