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marta berens – dream chapter

 

 

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Marta Berens

Dream Chapter

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This is the Dream Chapter of my Fairytale story:

“It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born.
(…) Some call me the Elder Granny, others’ the Dryad, but my real name is Memory.
It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.”*

This fairy tale is like a spell cast in an attempt to disenchant the past. It is an act of creating a new reality in which illusion is the truth.
They say that childhood is a time when one’s mind is asleep. Acting as a guide leading my daughter to consciousness I intend to implant in her a belief that ‘fairy tales are more than real, not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they make us realize that they can be conquered.’**

* H. Ch. Andersen
** C.K. Chesterton

 

Bio

Born in Warsaw, Poland.
In 2012 graduated from the Documentary Workshop with Michal Luczak, at Academy of Photography in Warsaw.
September 2012 – June 2013 member of Mentoring Programme lead by Sputnik Photos collective with Adam Panczuk as a mentor.
Since October 2013 student of Institute of Creative Photography at Silesian University in Opava, Czech Republic.

 

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We all have our stories

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I always wanted a world map when I was a child. On the first day of school during first grade, mom found me not in the classroom but out in the fields, skipping class. Fast forward to adulthood, I found myself quitting a lucrative job and actually went out to see the world. We all have our own stories to tell. Maybe thats what connect us all despite the distances. Jes Aznar @jeszmann on the diary for the week while in Nepal.

We can leave any moment

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Three years ago, I found myself on an early flight going to ground zero where typhoon Haiyan struck in the Philippines. Life was not easy, during those dark times. Especially for the people who are living in there. Suffering is not only limited to the physical factor, but what’s worse is the emotional and psychological trauma. Sometimes for us who just come and cover it, we can only do so little. We live with the fact that we can actually leave any moment, and they can’t. Jes Aznar @jeszmann here posting on the diary for the week. #nepal #rebuild #nepalquake #People #nepalphotoproject #photography #reportage

A month ago

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Photo © Jes Aznar for Burn Diary 

Exactly a month ago today, a 7.8 magnitude earthquake struck Nepal, leaving thousands dead and destroying historic monuments and heritage sites. My heart goes to the Nepali people who stand strong as they try to rebuild their country and lives after this tragic event. #nepal #nepalphotoproject #rebuild #prayers

Glass

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Our trip to Nepal has been three years long overdue. For various reasons the trip was always cancelled. Booked a ticket and then had to refund when the kids got sick and other complicated reasons in the succeeding years. As the toll of work and life has been becoming harder and heavier recently, we decided to book the ticket for the nth time. Three days after buying the tickets, earthquake struck. The nightmares of Haiyan back in my own country still haunts me after extensively covering it for months, and yet I now find myself in another disaster area. Taking my chances-maybe I can still find my healing in here. Hi I am Jes Aznar @jeszmann taking over the diary for the week. #burndiary #photography #tea #nepal #burn #healing #life

Nepal

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So many thoughts flying on my mind. I’ve had encountered so many crossroads in my life, and yet I realized that nobody is really ready for this big one to hit you mid-journey. I have been capturing life for years, and then life comes back at you. Like a boulder rushing, crushing down on you. You know its just a phase. Life’s own way to tell you to either slow down or to make you get your ass moving, fast. Hi everyone. I am Jes Aznar @jeszmann and I will be taking over the diary for the week. I am here travelling in Nepal and will be posting from here. #nepal #burndiary #midlife #photography #personal #diary

The Moon

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“The Moon is a ball of left-over debris from a cosmic collision that took place more than four billion years ago.” This is my last post for @burndiary , it has been amazing ten days. Thank you so much Diego Orlando, David Alan Harvey and Burnmagazine for the opportunity. My first post was in the early morning, my last one will be the stars of the Southern Hemisphere. Far away from home I showed you fragments of my life here in Buenos Aires, Argentina. A last quote from Jaime Saenz: ” Y estoy aquí, en las oscuridades, y te duelo, y te vivo, y te muero. Pero no soy tu cuerpo. Yo soy la noche.” Thanks to all of you who have accompanied me in these ten days.

Sunlight

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I love the sun. We are about to leave the city for a few days, Monday is a holiday. We leave for Punta Indio, a small village where the Rio de la Plata is wide as the sea. La Pampa, a word that somehow always has inspired me. Although it’s a plain and never changing landscape, driving through the Pampa touches my heart. Punta Indio is Pampa húmeda, ‘wet’, full of trees and birds and a rough wind. This is me, Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ on my last day, but not yet last post for @burndiary with the so loved sun in my face.

Morning approaches

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Morning approaches. From the top of the iceberg we see the city awake. Thousands of destinies turn around to get another dose of sleep while some late dancers take off their shoes and hide between the sheets from the morning sun that sends a first signal on the still dark sky. This is Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ in my last day for @burndiary from Buenos Aires.

Patricia

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Patricia (right) was 7 when both her parents were abducted. Her sister was a one month old baby. She wouldn’t stop crying so they made Patricia comfort her. They forced her to watch how they beat up her father until the unknown men took them both away, transforming her parents into one of the 30000 ‘desaparecidos’, the “missing”, of the argentinean military dictatorship from 1976-83. This photo is part of my ongoing project on the children of the desaparecidos. I am Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ posting for @burndiary from Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Empty bed

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Empty beds, sheets and white linen must be one of the most photographed objects. The morning after, the absence of the other, the marks he left, the smell. Empty beds tell stories of lovers and of solitude, of melancholy. The best stories deriver from your pain, pain would be a poet, drawing the most impressive lines. This is why we keep on photographing empty beds. I am Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_posting on my Day 9 for @burndiary, showing you fragments of my life in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

View

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A friend of mine stepped on our balcony and said “wow,this makes you fall in love with Buenos Aires again”. Now we’re sitting here and talking about this – how the magic of the city captures you. Buenos Aires breathes love. Love is a big theme here, life is hard, reality is cruel but love is always present, as is melancholy and not without reason it’s the city of tango, of passion, cruelty, love and magic. Here you can loose yourself and then you can try to find yourself again, because somehow it’s a place of unlimited possibilities. I am Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ posting for @burndiary from Argentina.

Friday night

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Friday night is about to begin, a week has passed. A lover’s kiss and we set out into the dark, to travel in space and to dance to unknown rhythms. “En las profundidades del mundo existen espacios muy grandes”, escribe Jaime Saenz, “quien sabe con qué secreto deseo, de llegar a saber quién sabe qué.” This is Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ posting for @burndiary from Buenos Aires, Argentina.

The Cabildo and Plaza de Mayo

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The Cabildo and Plaza de Mayo. A strange mix of tourists, office workers and history gather at this most famous spot of Buenos Aires. The city’s story seems to breath in every corner and if you close your eyes you might find yourself hundreds of years ago when this was unknown territory, inhabited by natives, swamps and wild nature. I am Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ for @burndiary, posting from Argentina.

Sky

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“This is Major Tom to Ground Control.I’m stepping through the doorand I’m floating in a most peculiar way and the stars look very different today.” (David Bowie) I have seen a movie about cosmic collisions in the Planetarium in Buenos Aires. How little important we are, just some spot on a huge map of little dots that belongs to another huge map of little dots. And trying to find out who we are we look up to the sky as if the answer was just there, written by cosmic collisions. But what we see are stars that already belong to the past, time is always ahead of us and the star that seems to twinkle to us in reality is already long gone. This is Day 8 from Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ for @burndiary , very happy that I was asked to post a little longer.

For a moment

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The last photo Nancy has of her father was in frond of this trees. He was a metal worker and the trees are in the backyard of an old factory. And it’s the place where she feels close to him. Today I accompanied her to take these photos for my series. It was partially clouded but suddenly sun came out, until I took the photos and then vanished again. It was as if he was present for a brief moment. I am Sarah Pabst , @_sarahpabst_ on my last day for @burndiary posting from Buenos Aires.

lawrence sumulong – burying the lead

 

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Lawrence Sumulong

Burying the Lead

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Following Typhoon Haiyan, 60 Filipino families were forced to move into Leyte Provincial Jail after being left homeless and destitute. For close to a year, they lived alongside their incarcerated relatives, some of whom were accused of rape and homicide. I gained access to the prison and verified that families continued to live in the jail after 6 months.

Since this series was shot, the families have long since left the jail, but their fates are unknown to me. I began to question where these images fit into my own life as a result. It disturbed me how quickly news breaks and inevitably disappears while one’s images remain interred in the archive.

For an upcoming survey and exhibition of contemporary Filipino photographers in Manila, I was presented with the opportunity to show new work, but decided to move backwards, revisit this series, and create one of a kind ambrotypes (photographs on glass) using the 19th century wet-plate collodion process out of my original digital files with the help of The Penumbra Foundation.

Everything about this series is outdated or rather obscure from the aesthetic to the location itself. As captions, I’ve used traditional Filipino riddles in various dialects that I’ve collected.

As opposed to an exercise engaging in nostalgia, my decisions emerged from a need to consecrate and imbue these seemingly generic and direct images of Filipino faces with the fragility and unseen idiosyncrasies of that traumatic moment in time.

 

Bio

Lawrence Sumulong (b. 1987) is an emerging photographer based in New York City. He received his B.A. from Grinnell College in Iowa where he studied creative writing and won the James Norman Hall Aspiring Writer Award as well as the Lorabel Richardson American Academy of Poets Prize.

His work has appeared in The GroundTruth Project, a global journalism initiative supported by the Pulitzer Center on Crisis Reporting, Le Monde’s M Magazine, the Milk Gallery, The New Yorker: Photo Booth, The New York Times, NPR, and Verve: The New Breed of Documentary Photographers.

His postcard series for the publication, Abe’s Penny, is in the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art Library and the Brooklyn Museum Library.

He is the photo editor at Jazz at Lincoln Center.

 

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