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Published: 2013-02-07 14:02:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 251; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 7
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My brother and I in the library at school. Photographer 'Sis.'Related content
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Oh wow! Looks like I'm the first to comment on this photo. What an "honour" 
I'm sure you've seen Renaissance art. Much of Renaissance art -because of the revival of the ancient Greco-Roman ideal of "aspiration for perfection" was actually "structured" to be mathematically balanced. ( Imagine that!! the beauty and creativity of art combined with the "perfection and balance" of mathematics). One of their methods was using a vanishing point and lines of convergence. Sorry, this is the art history teacher coming out of me!
www.webexhibits.org/sciartpers…
So why tell you this? Because it was one of the first things I saw on this photo. But perhaps the most important thing of this photo is the "feeling" and "impression" that I get. One of silence, ( "Sssshh, we're in the Library." ), discussion and discovery.
"Brother, look at what I found!!" ( he sees the book title )
Being the nerd that I am, I have always loved libraries. What a great tribute to them here!!
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In fact this photo is near and dear to my heart. My brother there and I (photo taken by my other brother at the end of the isle there POV) were kind of giggling and trying to be quiet as he took a few photos. Unfortunately there are thousands of photos we took in those days.... hanging out after school for hours... keeping me sane..
I lived in an abusive home, and well, no one knew that it was happening. Not even my closest friends. Well that was the last few months before I finally broke free.
He's gone now. My abuser. (Father) And well the photos (which were transferred to a disk) are now nowhere to be found. A bit troubling seeing as my dad's stuff was shipped out around the time it vanished. Anyway, I miss those days. Hanging out, taking photos, being funny and creative together as we helped me to forget my suffering...
I loved those days.
And I love this photo, especially since it helped my fear to 'vanish into the horizon' just as the lines and angles did so as well.
Thank you for the comment. I love it when my older work gets noticed.
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I'm very glad that I commented on such a photo. I would not have guessed the emotional value attached to it. The "story behind it" as you just told is impressive!
I'm very sorry to read about your abusive Father/home. I can understand how something like this photo could mean so much to you. I could almost put myself in your shoes as I view this now with a different light. "Adi, lend me your flashlight so that I may see this." What do I see now? I see a moment where you "escape" from the harm of your home. A moment where you're "free", you're "away" from the trouble, away from the "danger", you're at a safer place/haven, where you can be yourself along with the people you know and trust the most: "your siblings." Such a photo, brings you back to those times. Such a photo is like being in a theater, where you open the curtain and you're now in the "Reminiscence" of your past. There's a very beautiful -and very often used- word in Portuguese, "Saudade."
Saudade is a Nostalgia, a Longing yet also a Reminiscence. Such a wonderful words combines all of those feelings. No wonder Brazilians and Portuguese use it so much!!
There's a very sweet yet penetrating song by a great Poet/Singer from Spain, named: Joan Manuel Serrat. He has a song that is called: "Aquellas pequenas cosas." Trans: "Those small things." And the song is about "things/objects" that are "souvenirs." If you think about it, the word: "souviens" in French means: "to remember." Well, those "small things" are those objects that make you remember things in the past. The song says:
"One believes that time and absence has killed them, but their train has sold a round ticket." (In other words, they return).
"It is those small things, that left time a time of roses, in a small corner, in a piece of paper, or in a chest."
"Like a thief, they surprise you behind the door, they have you at their mercy, like dead leafs, that the wind carries to and fro that smile at you sadly and (this is the best part) that make us cry when no one sees us."
Listen to the song and you'll get the beautiful/sad feeling:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN3DOw…
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