There are men who love humanity, but are unable to love his wife. There are also tortured and mutilated human beings after washing quietly with fruit essences soap bloody hands write poetry, beautiful, sublime, transcendent, stroking her head, sweet and loving your dog. Humanity is full of assumptions Santos revealed, men of faith adorned with noble moral principles that speak to you in light of the stained glass windows of the goodness of God and forgiveness of sins and then, in the impenetrable darkness of their weaknesses and contradictions intimate, sit on their legs to restless young and innocent instigators of their pains and fever and febrile nastiest.
And there are villains and traitors vilified public who have saved the world several times and no one ever redeem them from their first venial sins.
Too often end up being what is not wanted or intended to be, and what best defines us and X-ray is what we conceal and silent, sometimes even ourselves.
The human soul is a dark cave-eaten crossed and crannies, crevices, loneliness, strangeness and mazes. There is no coherent logic or rational to follow stipulated in this moralistic dualism symbolic Goodness-Evil, and mastery of chiaroscuro is the arbitrary patriarch of every human soul.
The ability of the great Japanese photographer Daido Moriyama has to do precisely with the terrible force of art to symbolize this strangeness, but also with a certain inability to represent the figurative art in all its devastating scale and faithful complex view of our inner world, the contents of the human soul jarring.
The night creatures who swarm in front of the eye-target Daido are real and strange at the same time, reflections and shadows, light and darkness. That face B with flash lights for a moment. Screeching, dissonant euphony of who we are and pretend. Daido Moriyama
, ultimately, the risk almost everything with your camera and your intuition to let us in front of the door where they begin the labyrinths transcendent, blending in gray palette of all shades and colors, where human beings are more human than ever, with all its brilliant reflections and shadows contradictory to the weather.
At night dance dance macabre and sordid creature that would scare the sun. And
Daido Moriyama's when you click to try to catch for an endless moment all the strangeness of belonging to the human race.
And there is something disturbing and wonderful creatures departures directly from the impenetrable heart of the night, the weeds of darkness and sin.
And there are villains and traitors vilified public who have saved the world several times and no one ever redeem them from their first venial sins.
Too often end up being what is not wanted or intended to be, and what best defines us and X-ray is what we conceal and silent, sometimes even ourselves.
The human soul is a dark cave-eaten crossed and crannies, crevices, loneliness, strangeness and mazes. There is no coherent logic or rational to follow stipulated in this moralistic dualism symbolic Goodness-Evil, and mastery of chiaroscuro is the arbitrary patriarch of every human soul.
The ability of the great Japanese photographer Daido Moriyama has to do precisely with the terrible force of art to symbolize this strangeness, but also with a certain inability to represent the figurative art in all its devastating scale and faithful complex view of our inner world, the contents of the human soul jarring.
The night creatures who swarm in front of the eye-target Daido are real and strange at the same time, reflections and shadows, light and darkness. That face B with flash lights for a moment. Screeching, dissonant euphony of who we are and pretend. Daido Moriyama
, ultimately, the risk almost everything with your camera and your intuition to let us in front of the door where they begin the labyrinths transcendent, blending in gray palette of all shades and colors, where human beings are more human than ever, with all its brilliant reflections and shadows contradictory to the weather.
At night dance dance macabre and sordid creature that would scare the sun. And
Daido Moriyama's when you click to try to catch for an endless moment all the strangeness of belonging to the human race.
And there is something disturbing and wonderful creatures departures directly from the impenetrable heart of the night, the weeds of darkness and sin.
Greetings Jim.
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