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Andrei Vermishev, "Metaphors" photo 17.11.22 - 4.12.22
Exposición 17 de noviembre − 4 de diciembre 2022
From the author
There is only one reason for me to carry five kilos of glass and iron on my shoulder without complaint: I am curious.
I am interested in observing inanimate objects, finding in them a reflection of my own thoughts and fantasies.
I find it interesting to watch how objects, taken from a certain angle, take on a second, third, tenth meaning, a new dimension and a new life.
It's an insanely fascinating process, reminiscent in part of meditation.
An old bucket found in the attic of a country house can tell you more about life than all the world's classics. If, of course, you have the strength and will to "talk" to it.
I walk around my "objects," looking into their eyes. I observe them, trying not to make any noise. Objects are very shy and don't like it when you pry into their souls. Especially when they are being "built. Maybe that's why I don't like staged photography and Photoshop.
I've been alive for fifty years. Forty-five of them, I thought that photography captured reality, and that the photographer's capabilities were limited to what was visible.
It turned out that the visible had no boundaries. That the world is just my idea of it.
Hello, Herr Schopenhauer.
There is only one reason for me to carry five kilos of glass and iron on my shoulder without complaint: I am curious.
I am interested in observing inanimate objects, finding in them a reflection of my own thoughts and fantasies.
I find it interesting to watch how objects, taken from a certain angle, take on a second, third, tenth meaning, a new dimension and a new life.
It's an insanely fascinating process, reminiscent in part of meditation.
An old bucket found in the attic of a country house can tell you more about life than all the world's classics. If, of course, you have the strength and will to "talk" to it.
I walk around my "objects," looking into their eyes. I observe them, trying not to make any noise. Objects are very shy and don't like it when you pry into their souls. Especially when they are being "built. Maybe that's why I don't like staged photography and Photoshop.
I've been alive for fifty years. Forty-five of them, I thought that photography captured reality, and that the photographer's capabilities were limited to what was visible.
It turned out that the visible had no boundaries. That the world is just my idea of it.
Hello, Herr Schopenhauer.
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