B.l.i.n.D

I  pity this self of me...this unbearable part of me who keeps pushing to see feelings,expressions and eye-catching moments from life in every photograph I make or see,this other sick hoping part who is wishing for a change in this forsaken part of the world.

I have participated in a contest with these following photos.I was truly expecting to receive some sort of critics,feedback,point of views,judgements,anything but nothing...just to get an idea and try to locate my self as a photographer among this huge crowd.But...I have recieved none of what I was hoping.

I knew that my participation wouldn't really mean a lot.However,I thought it was worth a trial.

It wasn't,Darling!

Now,am more than sure that the Tunisian field of photography is but a fake stage for non-sense/hypocrisy/camouflage/what ever you may wanna add...it's everything but art,in my eyes.

I do not pinpoint the photographers in person who are trying to discover this new face of art and yet the whole world .Am mainly blaming those who are making a joke from themselves by pretending to be: professional/ indispensable/miracle-catcher/rusty-doors & wooden windows shooter who also claims to be  members of a somewhat jury in an X damned photography related something.

Am in rage?

yes!

Am I asking for too much or saying too much?

no,this is how I am currently seeing things...

I would rather seeing life taking another deviation in this point.

Am I asking for too much once again?

Am doing this for myself,for the sake of Art.

Spending days and weeks,thinking about the photographs am going to make,and trying to picture out the right angles,the perfect framing,while am in bed,half asleep. 

I hallucinate.I dream of my pictures.I smell my shots.Am trying hard to make them alive,and unique. 

Cause you know why?

In every picture,I see a different me...even when am not the model.It just happens that I see myself somewhere in it.At that point,I feel satisfied. 

If you can't see the spirit of the light painter,how could you see the truth of existence,laying just in front you?

...

 thanks a lot for the model!

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I make what I visualize during my dreams

 

These are some of my so called paintings on anything but real canvas 

 

One my favourite home-made Candle

 

A necklace and a velvet arm warmer  

That 's all I've found from the things I've been making and creating during the past few years.

Now,I am much more determined to save anything I may create since looking for my stuff in my home is the most difficult task!

My legs would tell...

It's almost over...
How was 2010,in my opinion?
In the beginning ,I've witnessed a lot of failure,disappointments and misunderstandings. By mid September till November,that period of time was pretty awesome.December have mysteriously been so shadowy...I have never had the same state of mind before (I have never thought that someday my mind would dig that deep)
However, I do wish to have a better year!
2011?
It sounds like a  forsaken hotel room number though. 

What might it hide between its clutches? My legs would tell...

Fav's from Jeremy Scott 09/010 and 10/11

Jeremy Scott in couple of words: eccentrically dazzling  

Photos: pure trend

Elle.fr

http://www.estheticfactory.fr

blinded visions

                                       photo/model: my fake fucked freak soul 

As some would rather get shallow and purposely mysterious instead of explaining what the heck their photos means and why the hell was it made in the first place,I would go this way:
For this one,I see blinded visions (title), chaos, instability and lake of god damned justice. Am I angry?
Yes! I mean this country have already been fucked up... and things are getting even worse.
Where are we heading?
Just to the bottom of the mire well.

We'll see what happen...
This makes me think of a song : "What's gonna happen tomorrow?" I think it's Duran Duran.
anyways!
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I had a dream that looked like...a nightmare

Once upon a time,a princess was laying down...dreaming! 

Suddenly,she woke up! She thought that someone was calling: " My Queen! My Queen!" 

None was there.So she tried to get back to her magnificent dream.

She heard it once again. The Queen have got up.She tried to look for the source of this unbearable whisperings.

But...She was dreaming that she was dreaming.

"It's time my Queen,it's time to forsake this miserable world.Say goodbye to your wealth"

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Oh...poor Queen! It was time for her to die.Ankoù was howling around.

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"At last you enter the electric castle...

here in this vast hall , where even shadow fears the light

...here you lmust confront your past...

if you have killed ...beware the gathering of spirits "

Ayreon-Castle hall

Photo/model/MUA: nedra

Viona talks about her art

Er was eens...