© Hannah Devaney
"Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You wil get an an enormous reward. You will have created something."
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via arpeggia)
(Source: youmightfindyourself, via arpeggia)
"Without realizing it, we’ve allowed ourselves to exist in an Impressionistic world of filmmaking. It’s inaccurate, but the emotional quality of the visual makes us believe that it’s real. Accepting what we see as an attempt at truth is the first and absolutely more basic step of watching a film (or for that matter, watching a play, reading a novel, or viewing a painting). We don’t need it to perfectly immerse us, we only need to believe that it accurately represents what we know."
48 FPS: how we accidentally invented Impressionist filmmaking | The Verge Forums
A fascinating read from The Verge’s Jacob Kastrenakes.
Photographs of my finished photo weaves. (Excuse the poor photo quality as I shot these early, fast, and running on no sleep…)
My original intention for creating a series of hand-woven portraits was to represent the separation of perception of self or others and reality. I felt that by taking two similar, yet slightly different images and physically combining them it would not only show this break in perception, but also further show how tightly interlaced the ideas are. An individual often allows themselves to be defined by the opinions of others, making what may have begun as false become a true part of themselves in the end.
It was very important to me to physically combine the pieces myself, as opposed to digital compositing or multiple exposure images. I wanted the process to be more of an experiment, rather than a meticulously pre-visualized project. I chose my images having a general idea of what result I wanted, but it would remain a mystery until completion. More often than not, I was surprised at the results—they were not what I had originally expected or wanted. But this serendipity circles back to the original concept: the union of the images is akin to the fractured pieces that make up a person’s spirit. These parts, though carefully picked, do not always come together as expected. The result can be positive or negative, but always fascinating.
These, as well as the last photo set I posted this week are some of the images I used for my photo weaves (to be posted shortly).
© Hannah Devaney