Slow trek
May 29, 2011 § 1 Comment
The Architect’s medium
May 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
The architectural artist’s fundamental medium is not buildings, nor its forms and masses, but nor is it space, nor light, nor materials, nor any other of the thematic preoccupations of contemporary modernism. As simply as we can say that the plastic artist’s medium is imagery, and the writer’s medium is language, we can simply say that the architectural artist’s medium is activity. “Architecture is the masterly, correct and magnificent play of human interaction and movement,” to paraphrase Le Corbusier.
– Quoted from The Diagram of Everything
Hot blind earth
May 23, 2011 § Leave a comment
Los cerezos
May 23, 2011 § Leave a comment
I exist
May 23, 2011 § Leave a comment
Burning wings
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Rookie error
May 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
Melbourne, en route to Rome.
Cold morning light, the beleaguered mid-Fall sun sliding its reluctant way into partial view. I watch my mother put on a brave face, hand raised (fingers splayed), after a sleepless night on the eve of yet another departure. I touch my fingers to the glass as the car pulls away from her, half conscious of the parody we make – her in the tightly wrapped bathrobe, me and my over stuffed bags.
Heart strings thrumming as I feel that strange regret. The one where the scene laid out before me loses its line of sight and I am left helplessly committing the heaviness, the poignancy to memory, empty-handed.
Cameras in the trunk.
Whispered conversation
May 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
In two days…
May 8, 2011 § Leave a comment
… I shall be on the road again, slowly making my way back to Home #2. It’s been 6 months since I’ve cruised down the concrete ribbon pavements of Manhattan on my wiry, 2-wheeled crimson steed. I miss it. The clamour of the city beating on my window, the madness of my friends, the photography community – ever vibrant, ever comical, ever passionate.
In two days, I’ll be firmly ensconced within the ill-fitting polyester seats of a giant airborne vessel, en route to Singapore with enough time for one swim, one meeting and one night of blathering away with a close and very funny Brian. 30 hours later, another check-in, en route to Roma Fiumicino, six days of intensified Reflexions Masterclass before boarding one last flight to arrive in the fabled arms of my hard and dirty love, New York.
Two days from now, 30 hours of air time, 6 plane snacks and one week of photo-talk later, I’ll be at Home #2 again, stale, weary, excited with a head full of crits and a tune on my lips…
MJR Print Editions ~ Ying Ang
May 8, 2011 § 1 Comment
So my little story zine is here, freshly printed and ready to be consumed! Come say hi at Look3 Festival of the Photograph in Charlottesville to get yourself a copy or else you can try to chase me across various American states over the summer… but no promises… 🙂