Digital camera completely democratized photography, making it available to anyone who feels interested, and a lot of people are and will be more and more interested. Why is that ?
In this interest one can see the hunger for the concrete of the modern man, as Petre Tutea names it. It seems to be a consequence of the abstraction of life, of its more and more emphasized algebrization. A huge Anonymous Time absorbs us in its vortex, making our own life appear as a lost time. There takes place a disembodiment of the human being, a virtualization of his existence. Although the sages and mystics have always warned us that this reality itself is a virtual one, man has only amplified it.
If there is a coherence of the becoming of human species, it consists in the ever rapid cerebralization of the human being, in the distancing from the human condition and in living in a parallel, built world of the possible.
The human denaturalization has amplified by entering History and was also the beginning of the distortion of existence, an autonomization of human life enslaved to its own technology. And when we saw with our own eyes how much demonic violence inspired technology in the last century, we can but laugh at the idea of progress of humanity. Human logic has adapted to unremitting doing, causality and purpose being merely a derived product of our action. You always go towards a purpose and know nothing else. You want to win. But what do you find under your poor victories?
[...] European metaphysical thinking on whose serious structure ideologies were built seems today to be in a position to find Truth in the contingent area. To tell what was happening to a man who had lost confidence in metaphysics and, returning to his childhood town after graduating from a university, had to live, just to live, seems to me a natural way of philosophizing. I remember that once back home, disappointed by European philosophy, I was looking for something else and at the same time I felt a vague but determined desire to take pictures, and it was the landscape, the images of forests I used to roam through as a child. [...]
[...] always go towards a purpose and know nothing else. You want to win. But what do you find under your poor victories?” Malraux said in an imagined polemic with the Western civilization. All this tireless activity gave birth to the anxiety which manifests itself as a permanent need to organize the world, to “humanize” it. The unnatural has become our second nature while man became a tense human being, oriented towards a goal that seems redeeming, a purpose that he has come to attribute to the world, positioning himself as a privileged being, as a purpose of the creation of life. [...]
[...] Malraux, André, ?Ispita Occidentului? traducere de Modest Morariu , in vol. Itinerarii spirituale, Editura Meridiane, Bucuresti p [La Tentation de l?Occident, Bernard Grasset publishing House, 1926] 9. Plesu, Andrei, Pitoresc si melancolie, O analiz? [...]
[...] japonez?, Editura Stiintific? si enciclopedic?, Bucuresti p Nozawa Boncho, Ibidem, p Camus, Albert, ?Omul revoltat?, traducere de Mihaela Simion, in vol. CAMUS, Editura Rao, Bucuresti p [L?homme revolté, Editions Gallimard ] 4. Eliade, Mircea, Memorii, vol. II, Editura Humanitas, Bucuresti p Eliade, Mircea, Ocultism, vr?jitorie si mode culturale, traducere de Elena Bort?, Editura Humanitas, Bucuresti p [Occultism, Witchcraft and Cultural Fashions by The University of Chicago] 6. Grenier, Jean, Eseuri asupra picturii contemporane, traducere de Irina Runcan Editura Meridiane, Bucuresti p [Essais sur la Peinture Contemporaine, Editions Gallimard, 1959] 7. [...]
[...] The fallen leaves of all the trees macerate in the rain. No fermentation, no creation of alcohol; you have to wait until spring for the effect of applying a compress on a wooden or of trees, “despite all endeavors to express themselves, they succeed only in repeating a million times, the same expression, the same phrase. In spring, when, tired of that restraint and unable to control themselves, they let out a wave, a splash of green, and I think they intone a varied hymn, for coming out of themselves, for spreading over all nature, for embracing it, they only succeed in thousands of copies the same note, the same word, the same leaf. [...]
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