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Letting go is sometimes very hard. With time, if you start to accept the changes and stop fighting them up, one bright morning.. you will find a new path in front of you. It will be more truthful, it will bring more freedom and more chances to grow and expand your view, your heart and you knowledge as a human being. Corinna. (at Carsington Water)
I’m at Photo London.
After around one hour and a half this is my balance.
480: the artists represented, 80: the galleries exhibiting from all around the world, 3: the books I bought already, 1: cappuccino decaf, 1: break to look at the Thames, feel the wind and have a mindfulness experience, 1: annoying feeling towards people who see photography as a mask to put on to look posh or who see photography only as a business for few or a status symbol. This also means depriving Photography of sensibility, or the potential of being so. Many: beauties I saw and bridges I walked between different ideas to explore.
Giorgione’s mysteries - What’s all this fuss about Giorgione. (Or at least why I fuss about him). Yesterday I found out my intuition is still there, thanks to Giorgione…
An unexpected chance of renewing my evergreen fascination with the Renaissance, was offered to me by that little voice of survival. And there it was: Giorgione, the mysterious, on my new path, decided last minute by my instinct.
An abundant exhibition by significance, even if materialised in few pieces of art, of this prince of beauty and mystery.
I was passionately talking about him with my mum just a couple of days earlier as the great artist is in a (too complicated to explain) way linked to my date of birth.
There, at the RA’s exhibition, I found beauty, a fullness of presence and introspection.
Hundreds of books written on him, some see in him a multitalented secret society initiated, others (my adored Philippe Daverio, for example), the first surrealist, as in his power to mix art, knowledge and imagination.
Could we see a mix of eastern and western feelings, as the introspection and reflection about problems of life resemble to some eastern approaches? Of course, this is what all the fuss is about Giorgione: you can see anything in his painted world as he seeded thought and symbology with beauty. And that’s why we want to prolong our stay in his world and keep on fussing.
If you see the exhibition and you like art and Renaissance like me, let me know… we can fuss about it together ;) Photo & text by me
‘My predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved. I have been given much and I have given something in return. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure’. I was happy as a child yesterday to spend a few hours @dauntbooks.
The natural light, the original Edwardian shop, the long oak galleries, the arched window, and a feeling of satisfaction you can notice in the reader’s face next to you examining books just like you are.
The quote above is from one of the books I bought there yesterday, 'Gratitude’ by Oliver Sacks. I am enjoying reading it now, in this calm, rainy Saturday morning while a part of London is organising to show itself off through local markets and special shows, and the other half is under the duvet listening to the familiar rain.
Yesterday I thought I was going to the bookshop just to take a picture of it but my love for books had the best of me.
My father says if I keep buying books these rate soon there will be no more space for me in my flat as there will be too many books.
Now my 'collection’ is split though, part in Italy part in London. I even have books in the cellar, which my father periodically menace to throw away, dad wait! Don’t do it.
Sometimes, reading a good book is like taking a medicinal, you are feeling better but at the same time you know the effect will come to an end.
I will try to stretch myself out this time, to make the effect of 'Gratitude’ last a little longer. It’s one of appreciation of life and a feeling of living fully.
Not sure there are still people reading my post at this point but I’d like to thank the people I’m interacting the most with on IG. You know who you are.
Have a lovely, grateful, fully lived WE.
Love, Corinna.
I love history of photography so I take great pleasure on sharing some info and some of my thoughts about this picture, and hopefully more will follow. ✨Please give me feedback on the type of info so that I can adjust it next time I will share on this theme ❤️
George Barnard (1819/1902), ‘Rebel Works in Front of Atlanta no.1’ (Albumen silver print from wet-collodion negative). Barnard shows the effect of war in his landscapes. As said by K. Davis, Barnard’s book 'Photographic Views of Sherman’s Campaign (1866), was a 'work of art, history and commerce’. And you know what I like about this photo? First of all B. corrected the sky in the darkroom, and if you look closely you will notice small leaves of a tree missing because of the juxtaposition of two different exposures, and it’s that, that I like. Seeing in that imperfection the drive to produce a better picture spending hours in the darkroom. The other characteristic I like is what drove B. to take pictures of how landscape was affected by war: he was a Photographer for The military army but even when his job was finished he went back and kept on taking pictures to document all the destruction he had seen. A photographic record and a denounce of the catastrophic effects of war. Before photo journalism was invented.
Surreal Brighton… Brighton like a ghost town -
This girl kept on reading, sitting on the beach, despite of the freezing weather and wind for a long time…I wonder what was her motivation in doing so.. Was it the book’s plot? The sight? The feeling of relief being in nature? Or was she waiting for someone… Probably something similar to what kept me around there, looking for the shot I wanted… ©CorinnaLinzas
Don’t give up on your dreams this year photo ©CorinnaLinzas
Monviso as seen from my window in Fossano. I like the way the pink fluffy cloud gently covers the rock top of ‘Monviso’, the highest mountain of the Cottian Alps. (We have less snow now, in fact we are looking forward for a magic white sprinkle!) ✨
Come on, fly! ——————————————–In this picture the clouds behind St.Paul look like mountains.. (Maybe they do only to me 🙃) So I gasped when I noticed.. As for many years Italian Mountains were part of my landscape during winter. And here I just put them together.. Have to find a way to add Sardinia along now ;)
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