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Taking It Further

Hello everyone. I’ve disappeared for a while from this blog, but during this time, blog posts were being written in my head.

I’d like to talk about my photography journey, that does not seem to have any identity yet. My creative side appeared when I started a new life after running away from a war torn country in Africa. I started drawing portraits. Then it evolved to different media and different subjects. But when painting became too work-like as opposed to freedom since I had no studio of my own where I can let things be as I leave them. I would not have to clean out the mess I made and put things back where they belong in order to make space for myself again. Then, I bought a camera, and discovered the freedom it allowed me. I was able to save meaningful as well as meaningless moments of my life. Little did I know that there is no such thing as a meaningless photo. Eventually, time always gives meaning to older photos. It’s almost like documenting the time you lived in, the people around you, and their habits. That became a passion and I was soon to disappear from all photos because I was taking them. After taking some videos to accompany my photos, and discovering that I can edit them into something whole, it was then that I craved taking videos and documenting life. I know nothing about the techniques in film-making. My passion towards videos is more rooted in documenting rather than making scenarios up to tell a story with a plot that is preconceived.

Software for editing was hard for me to find, and therefore I always stuck to what my trusted laptop had to offer. That included Windows Movie Maker, PowerDirector (limited edition), and a couple of other free downloads that lead to a dead end. I recently discovered a free video-editing software called Lightworks, and tried it out. The video below was my first sample. I randomly chose videos I had taken in the last two years and edited almost a one minute video. Nothing fancy. I could see the potential. It’s beautiful!

I have no direction with this. I have and take photos and videos of my travels, live bands, concerts, culture, my family events, and sometimes nature. If you have any suggestions as to what would one do with this material, please let me know in the comments. I’d truly appreciate it. Meanwhile, you can check my silly video below. Until next time!

The Sunset Model

His hair was wet, and drops of sweat were dripping down is chin. He had just finished a six hour long session of continuous painting. The summer sun moved from its mid-sky position. The sky is now light pink, as the sun sets on his masterpiece. She sits across the room, her tanned skin glistening in the orange light. The shadows on her curves kept changing, and he kept following them, to get the perfect balance. It had all become exhausting as the afternoon sun heated up the air in the room, and the morning breeze had disappeared. It was time to stop.

She lifts up the red sheets to cover her back and held it around her as she walked behind the dressing screen. He smiles and turns to put down the paint-covered palette. He wipes his face and long hair with a towel. For years, he had always cut his hair short and neat. After jumping to his new career, his new found joy gave him the freedom to be what he wanted to be, even if it meant growing his long dark wavy hair.

They both walk out to the humble garden-like balcony he set up two-months ago. They have a sweet cold glass of lemonade, as they both relaxed and chatted about their plans for the coming Saturday.

The phone rings. As he gets up to answer, she stands up with him. He chats to the person on the other side, as she signals to him that she must leave. She throws him a small wave, and guides her way to the door. He hurriedly tries to finish up the phone conversation with his client, but he hears the front door close and sees the apartment empty. He continues the ongoing conversation, while staring at the red paint that covered his hands all the way down to his toes. Red is the color of passion. He finished the phone call, and walks over to where he was painting, and stares at the empty chair where she was sitting. A light breeze makes the moment a little more dreamy than it had to be.