Flori de Liliac
As vrea sa scriu o poveste despre acest loc, despre frumusetea si unicitatea lui, insa ma simt incapabila sa descriu in cuvinte amestecul de sentimente ce ma poarta cand sunt aici. As vrea sa pot scrie despre fragilitatea clipei si despre importanta ei. As vrea sa scriu despre cum soarele a disparut subit innecat intr-o mare de nori. Ma proiectez in ploaia de primavara care spala si reinvie tot. Flori albe de liliac se amesteca cu mirosul ploii si cu rasetele copiilor. Curand se lasa seara.Pe copii ii vad aievea amestecati intre flori albe, pe pamantul rece si ud.
Cunosc acest sat de multe vreme, si totusi sunt atat de departe inca de esenta lui. Incerc sa captez in imagini franturi din frumusetea lui, din ceea ce vad si simt cand sunt aici. Vreau sa captez efemeritatea clipei, bucuria vietii dar si singuratatea fiintei noastre, sa modelez si remodelez tot ce vad si tot ce traiesc cand ma aflu aici. In curand intinderea amuteste complet in noapte si in aer persista un miros de flori de liliac.
I would like to write a story about this place, about its beauty and uniqueness, but I feel unable to describe in words the mixture of feelings that bear in me when I am here. I wish I could write about the fragility of the moment and its importance. I want to write about how the sun suddenly disappeared drowned in a sea of clouds. I'm projecting myself in the spring rain that washes and revives everything. White lilac flowers mix with the smell of rain and with children's laughter. Soon it will be dark. I see the children mingle between white flowers on the cold and wet ground.
I have known this village for a long time now, and yet I am so far away from its essence. I try to capture in pictures its beauty, and what I see and feel when I'm here. I want to capture the ephemeral moment, the joy of life and the loneliness of our being, to model and remodel everything I see and everything I live when I am here. Soon, the land is quiet as the night falls, and there is a smell of lilac flowers that persists in the air.
(Photographs and text by Iris Tusa)
I walked through the apparent chaos and found myself held not at the sight of assortment but rather at its own unawareness. Aside from the mingling of sounds and smells, of shrieks and odours, there is a distinctive feeling of indetermination. These people, seemingly, don’t act on obligation or strictness of purpose. They just act and let their actions flow to whatever follows.
At times, I see them like children who have just broken or fractured from a more primordial state of being, gradually becoming more mindful yet still keeping to their closer inner selves, like from a distant ancient time.
Because of their more instinctive bearing, their movement in time is not fixed, not like my own who feels the need to know where and when I am, in a very rigid sense of exactitude.
This way of letting go gave the sensation of a world still dreaming, free of the burden of a self-imposed reality and somewhere at the brink between our world and what will come to pass. (photos and text: Dragos-Radu Dumitrescu)
It's April and winter has ended abruptly with a sudden turn from ice to leaves unveiling above the concrete playground I look down upon, so often bare in the evenings of recent months but now crowded with children refusing to head home until one more ball is kicked.
It's April and apparently the apocalyptic flu I'm slowly recovering from is a product of this sudden weather change, as if the perpendicular shift has thrown our collective immune system like an unprepared water-skier not quite ready for the slack to be taken up as the boat cuts 90 degrees.
But taken up the slack must be, for the city comes alive again in spring after its torpor, and I return to Montenegro for summer. Thanks for having me Belgrade, you are stark yet handsome in the winter months. (Text and Photos by Chris Le Messurier)
BULB goes MIAMI SPF
The Bulb Collective consists of photographers active in urban (and rural) photography with an expressive shift to include highly aesthetic and poetic images in their assignments.
Stay tuned to learn in time about the events organised by our team.
JUN 2018: The Greeks
APR 2018: The Romanians
APR 2018: ΦΩS Project2
JAN 2018: BG exhibition
DEC 2017: MSPF 2017
NOV 2017: ΦΩS Project
AUG 2017: VSLO 2017
APR 2017: CY exhibition
DEC 2016: 2nd Photo Contest
NOV 2016: 2nd book launch
JUL 2016: Athens exhibition
JUL 2016: BULB in Kulturama
JUN 2016: Katerini exhibition
JUN 2016: Thess. exhibition
FEB 2016: Bucharest exhibit
JAN 2016: 1st Photo Contest
AUG 2015: BULB at VSLO2015
JUL 2015: CUCAL Exhibition
JUN 2015: BULB 1st Book
FEB 2015: Rural Project
JAN 2015: BULB Open DAY