I was talking in my previous post about some of the things in our lives that most of us take for granted. They are the ones that make our existence easier, that we feel are (because they are) normal to have. These are our jobs, our houses, our security that we always can make things right tomorrow. Still, we do not question the fragility of what we have when seeing people living on the streets.
As I was trying to surprise a moment from a different type of the everyday living, I got lost in watching the friendship of those two men. They had no place to go back to. A friendship based (I thought to myself) on sharing what life offers you in that moment. Sharing whatever you managed to collect in order to get through the day. I stopped for a second and realized that I don’t really know what their lives are like. Maybe their friendship it is not as strong, and doesn’t have the foundations that I believed in. Just as easily as many people might notice them on the streets (that is when they actually have time to observe them) and label them as not being worthy, I might have over-emphasized their friendship. That is the big contrast that also appears every time in art. What the artist imagined the audience will see, and what the audience imagined the artist wanted to capture. Then again, in art, it is good to fantasize and transform reality. Getting to the point of understanding that I cannot pronounce myself on their lives, and that I didn’t even wanted to do that anymore. I was just enjoying taking photos and imagining stories.
Meanwhile, I got closer and asked their permission to take some close-up shots, and I was so happy that they were just fine with that. Unfortunately I didn’t find out their life stories, but I am sure it is close to what I imagined, or at least I like to think of it that way. The only question that still remains since the last post, is which photographs are both artistic and well-executed?