Kymopoleia’s Journey

This is the last projection photo shoot that we did in my old apartment. Lili Thomas and I had decided to do a series of photos tied with the sea. We had a few rough ideas, but most of this developed during the evening. My favourite photo is the puppeteer picture where we taped strings to the wall to make it more realistic. The last one is also quite special, here we flipped the projection image, and then I was holding the camera upside down, so Lili could be a cloud. Once we had all the photos the real work started in crafting it into a story.

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Counting the seconds to daylight. Only to count the seconds to the evening again.

We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.

 The White Devil, Webster

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Stuck in a rut.

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One day, is that not enough for you, one day like any other day, one day he went dumb,
one day I went blind, one day we’ll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die,
the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you?

 Pozzo from Waiting for Godot, by Beckett

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I recognise the place,
I feel at home here,
but I don’t belong.
I am of, and not of, this place

 Caryl Phillips – A New World Order

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Deciphering the lines.

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A boundary is not that at which something stops but, as the Greeks recognized,
the boundary is that from which something begins its presencing’

 Martin Heidegger

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Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry
— Sonnet 61, Shakespeare

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I felt trapped like you do after you’ve eaten your airline meal, and getting the stewardess
to take away your tray so you can escape seems the only thing in the world that matters.
— Snowdrops – A. D. Miller

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Ruin me for the ordinary, that I might live for the extraordinary

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Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings,
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me
— Psalm 63

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The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where’er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
— William Wordsworth

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And so each venture Is a new beginning,
a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion.

– T. S. Eliot

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We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest.
We must learn to sail in high winds.
— Aristotle Onassis

This was a very fun photo shoot, and I really liked that we were working on a theme. This was the final shoot in my old flat. A couple of days later I handed over the keys and moved out of the flat. The other projection photo shoots can be found here.

– Johannes

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