Under the Tree We Make Luv
By Indra Widi
31 Oct 2013
I use the camera phone, and pocket cameras, to produce most of the works of this series. I letting, my eyes to see and my hands spontaneous decision photographing, and not makes any definition of these pictures, at first. Everything just flowed. If I was interested in the subject that is in front of me, I'll take a picture. At the beginning of this series, I take a place just around my house, in the backyard and front yard.
Capturing a 'world' that looked tiny and unassuming, and sometimes overlooked, and made it a phenomenon of on 'visual disorders' of life, in a photograph, out of sight, and the mind flowing, just like that. Sharpen, on a condition that comes from under the trees, and pull it out, freeze them in a snap, and watched as a sign or symbol meaning, even from the point of view of science the random. Hold situation (presenting of life) from the viewpoint of the inverted-cross, take it into a mind full of wild imagination, to make photography into a very personal appreciation, and to telling of personal expression.
Filling the void are silent and dumb, providing energy-related cross connection of the subject itself. Define it as an energy electromagnetic spectrum code that hidden within each photo. Leaving that floating void, provide appropriate meaning in every tone and contrast, to establish certain dimensions that I want. Turning on an existing story or perhaps left behind, and strengthens coloring in detail. And then I felt, what I actually got, and at the pictures for what is, for me, as a personification of the comparison of life and certain imagination.
Between the so many, and 'dead', I see life that 'hiding', between ordinary life that I see. I should be able to see the beauty of it from the beginning, but I was too fascinated with life, the usually. I do not see the pretty tiny life, because I never took my time. Supposedly, I was watching from the beginning, the winsome little grow with bold, and hidden among the large and harsh. She seemed to be the key to the mystery of all these questions, but I do not quite understand.
I feel sense that lovely, full of color and joy, but I was afraid to fall too deep. Sharpness of sense lovely it really makes me speechless and mute. I did not want to get carried away and dissolve in a desperate caress and cradle, which is naive. Seeing and look at you, and embrace your earth, is the beauty that I can not explain. I hope you understand, or maybe one day I will reveal it.
Mystery and hidden. Between the shapes and shadows. There is a light source, but do not need to see it directly. Sign and its meaning. To find out where it comes from, and what kind of light it is a guide. And what exactly to say to me, I just simply look closer, detailed, and meticulous.