Conquering the Photons for ‘Painting’ and make it Definitions…

What’s going on with photography?”

Photography is not just simply taking pictures (silence visual), but photography can (should be) tell a million science in there (with verbal or written).”

Now, where is the meaning and understanding of: Painting with Light is? …”

Do you think, with the mastering camera, speed and aperture settings, and then press the release button on a certain proportion, and you can say ‘painting with light’? Not Yet. And it’s just the beginning.”

Appreciation of Photography, which generally are based on personal value of: ‘subjectivity’. However, without a ‘true friend’ accompanying, that is the value of an investigation of ‘objectivity’, the appreciation would be: pointless, meaningless, insignificant, negligible, pointless, inconsiderable.”

I increasingly questioned again, what does a “composition” in photography? … Photography-since it born, not knowing about the compositions (that’s what I finally know). Photography from the beginning created always talking about: “Proportion”, would technically a very strict.”


Conquering the Photons

How the storyline, the human (things) in there (in front of the lens), can be transferred as an ‘image’ its existence, into a small box called a camera, with a very precise proportions. What’s in there (the object) can be ‘transferred’ here (photo). What happened there could translate to a projection from the catch ‘photons’. What happened before and what will happen then, can be ‘read’ as well. And the so-called energy ‘photons’, is an active energy, which never faded, but will continue to actively projected energy Inversely, a form of energy to another.

So, what we actually ‘caught’ in a snapshot in the process of photography? It is projected that energies really real. Time ago, the strengthening the photon catches, affirmed in printing done in the ‘dark room’. Now, performed ‘editing’ in binary computers. Here the strengthening process, called the reaffirmation (hereinafter projection), on the definition of an active process called: ‘painting with light’. And when we do that, all of our senses will contribute to the affirmation of the other energy projection. It looks like traveling crossenergies, which are projected, and the constantly ongoing, cross-connect each other.


Secret and Sealed

I know this is very difficult, especially if we understand from its etymology. It must be of the basic understanding of the word photography first. What is Indeed with photography, not performance at the early stages of the process: ‘catch the light’, capturing moments, or the photon material. Photography in the end is understanding and technical mastery of the proportion of strict and accurate lighting. Photography is a very serious knowledge. But was originally, the results of a photography was something silent, dumb, and blind (not picking on certain compositions). Processes in Photography also does not talk too much about the box called ‘camera’ is. Photography became a process of major technical question, how do: ‘catch’, ‘move’, projection there, being an ‘image’ and a real image to a particular media.


Follow December … Merry Xmas and Happy New Year …

Great conversation is: ‘what is there’ and ‘what happened there’. We can not no longer be able to say: ‘because the object is good’ or ‘because I like’-that if we really want to understand photography. Objectivity in photography will be strongly influenced by the subjectivity of something and the other person to personal. Photography, is a visual, which will be affected, and even need each other, the projections are: verbal. Photography was, did not know the composition, because we are the ones who make the composition for the benefit of harmony our eyes-so at first. Photography is an invaluable tool to strip the knowledge, hidden in an image results. Results of photography can be a ‘something alive’, of the projected objects are frozen and silent,-that is, if we want the photo ‘come alive’.

Frozen and silent, in the photographs, it could be displayed. But now, it is not a matter of interest. Audience being ‘tired’ and will have ‘depression’ expressively ‘and would be’ mystical ‘is avoided. Moreover, the tightness of the resulting visual photography today. In a picture, there are countless hidden behind the value of knowledge (its projection). The challenge is, how do we make the process of confirmation of the photo images, from the capture of light (photons) is.


Epiphanies December … The Voyage of the World … philosophical or literal …

I do not want to, the results of my photos, a very ‘personal’ and ‘privacy’ or even secret -it is outdated. This could be ‘a boomerang’ for me, because ‘mystic’ is the knowledge that ‘not yet’ be defined or interpreted. I do not want to see my audience to look ‘just nodding their heads’ (though they do not understand), or depression too long for ‘content’ and ‘identity’ photos. There is a ‘map’ and ‘guidance’ to be given, resulting in a conversation to multiple-way communication, for further energy knowledge. This will provide additional energy flowing endlessly.


To The Owner of The Light and Rainbows, i do beLieve


“Hi”, there came a voice of someone greeting me. However, I can not find a face, the owner of that voice, it’s because I’m blind, but I can see many colors. The colors that tell me everything. Colors will voice yearning, colors of peace.

“Hey …, I’m here, right in front of you,” her voice was echoing, in the recesses of reached into my soul. Melodious voice, but I still do not see the outline of her face, which has the voice. I just see the colors are linked to the fragrant morning dew sparkling like jewels.

What I views only the colors of leaves on the trees, which danced blown by the wind, and occasionally seen a few strands of her petals fall. Like the sound of little bells chiming, melodious and echoing. The colors are bright red chap to me. The colors purple mysteries summed up inside the shadow of the trees.

“What’s the matter with you? Why not answer greetings from me? Why not look at me, to see me here, and greeted me in Salam?”. The same voice heard again, and it seems increasingly felt closer to me. Sound color looks more purple increasingly shinning. The wind blows from the rainbow hung, leaped running, behind the clouds.

I also can not be answered, because I was dumb and could not say a word. I could only whistle whispered, I could only whistle softly, talk to the wind which was turning blue, and kissed the yellowish color in the morning, accompanied by birds singing. How was the way I answered the call was that? Who was she? What color, should I give for her? My mouth could only breathe the spirit, to the serene souls, with the bright colors. How do I know what to say, when my tongue is made from the fire of romance that is always burning? Its just light up, when it comes to the dark eerie night. And it’s not for you, not for now, O my dear who have a purple color of in. It’s still early morning, and the rainbow in there, is still much flashing their beauty.

My eyes only see a rainbow emerging from the clouds and a grove of trees. My tongue and my mouth is like a sword, that ready to cleave coldness of walls of the heart, that froze. How should I greet you, the color of the soul, the owner of the purple?

“Hi … see, and look at me, hug me, touch me, take your hands on me, and reach me flying into your rainbows. A melodious voice that now surround whispered, blinding me, increasingly color of this restlessness, flushed. “I’m here for you, can I embraced, and rely on your shoulder?”. Increasingly voice it looks to be gray, become clouded, which contains water droplets of rain, in the morning that still warm.


And I was stunned, remained silent could not say, and did not see anyone here. Only the sound of the melodious wind, heard the tones of romance, which brings news from across the land, visible reddish pink color. Step back in and whispered words to the dragonflies and butterflies flying around me. They just smiled coquettishly, while flapping their wings hill, “Fly, fly with us, wherever you want”. Fly? Whither? I do not have wings. Even the hand has also tired, seemed to not want to move. “Fly! fly to the colors of the mainland across the sea. Fly with memories of past colors’s, where the rainbow begins”. Melodious tinkling sound twigs of treesthe more boisterous heard, and the small the rainbow bouncing between the leaves and branches.

How I can fly, with too lot of burden on my shoulder? These legs are feels iffy and feeble, moreover to stepping a journey, and jump flying into the clouds? This Legs which badly scratched on the ride in rough and steep rocky. But who are you the owner of that voice? The smell of your body like seaweed covered with fragrant flowers of the seven continents. The color is greenish purple scented deep blue like the ocean. Your voice is like a thousand years of yearning melodic, and as no stranger to me. Glowing red and pink color in shades of gray partly clouds.

Forgive me sincerely. Please forgive me, who was blind and did not greeting to you. I only see the color of which melodious voice, and smell your color in the ocean. Forgive me my dear, I hope someday, I would to take you to fly back, to the clouds that have the rainbow. Please, stay here, do not be bored, though I fell silent without a word, and let the rainbow will show the color and light to me. So that one day, I will see, and recognize you again.