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ROYAL WORLDS MARGARITS KAREVA
Margarita Kareva began studying photography relatively recently – only about two years ago. Now her portfolio is already a gallery of unique images – magical, beautiful, vivid and memorable. Margarita told us about her understanding of creativity and the genre of artistic production photography in a special interview.
– Margarita, hello! Please tell us how long have you been shooting and how did you discover a photo?
– It all started very unexpectedly: two years ago, my husband for the new year gave me a Canon 500D reflex camera. A couple of months later I signed up for a basic course at a local photo school. Continue reading
“RUKOGRAFIKA”: THE PHILOSOPHICAL PROJECT OF STANISLAVA ARISTOV
The new project of photographer Stanislav Aristov is dedicated to hand language. What is it – the author ponders: an image folded by hand? Drawings on the wall of eternity, sealed with light in darkness? Or dumb language, understandable to everyone? He told us about the main idea of the project and the emotional component in a special interview.
– How long have you been working on the project?
– Hard to say. The idea was born back in 2008. The first public works appeared in the fall of 2009. Since then, the project lives in the skin of Schrödinger’s cat – it seems he is, but he seems not to be. Periodically, I remember about him and try to shoot something else, but most of it goes into the trash. Continue reading
RECEPTION OF MULTIEXPOSITION: 15 BEST MASTERS
Double exposure as one of the ways to create a multi-valued frame, resembling either a dream or a mixture of realities, has always attracted photographers. Intentional vagueness, allegorical and even mysticism are the characteristic features of such works. We represent 15 authors working in this genre.
Another French photographer, Jean Baudrillard, said: “If there is no such ambiguity, this tremor, if the action is completely mechanistic, if the system is unmistakably focused, then we will be on the verge of insanity. Continue reading