Where I live, there I photograph...
Where I photograph, there I live…
Kalamitsa's beach - Kavala (Photos and text by George Tsilis)
Kalamitsa is a small cove, open to the south.
Two stripes of land, one right and one left, converge to merge , but they never meet.
Steep rocks on the one hand, a hospitable little port for boats, on the other.
The small, picturesque beach that buries life in the summer is left to the nature's creativity in the winter.
Interacting with the landscape I tried to take advantage of the dull sky, fog, rain and sometimes the human absence or presence to show you how I met with the sand, the saltness, the water, the air and not to capture beautiful images.
Εκεί που ζω, εκεί φωτογραφίζω…
Εκεί που φωτογραφίζω, εκεί ζω…
Ακτή Καλαμίτσας - Καβάλα
Η Καλαμίτσα είναι ένας μικρός κολπίσκος, ανοιχτός προς το νοτιά.
Δύο λωρίδες στεριά, μια δεξιά και μια αριστερά λοξεύουν για να σμίξουν, αλλά δεν συναντιούνται ποτέ.
Απόκρημνα βράχια από τη μια μεριά, ένα φιλόξενο λιμανάκι για τις βαρκούλες, από την άλλη.
Η μικρή γραφική παραλία που σφύζει από ζωή το καλοκαίρι , αφήνεται στην δημιουργικότητα της φύσης, το χειμώνα.
Αλληλοεπιδρώντας με το τοπίο προσπάθησα να εκμεταλλευτώ το μουντό ουρανό , την ομίχλη , την βροχή και μερικές φορές την ανθρώπινη απουσία ή παρουσία για να δείξω πως γνωρίστηκα με την άμμο , την αλμύρα, το νερό , τον αέρα και όχι να καταγράψω όμορφες εικόνες.
English text follows (Photos and text by Florina Luput)
MOROCCO: Aventura unei mame fotograf
Iubesc Marocul si marocanii! Am plecat in aventura cu sotul si copilul nostru de 2 ani sa-l descoperim.
Pentru mine Marocul inseamna culoare, mirosuri, condimente, ierburi, muzica traditionala, mozaicuri, dantele in lemn si piatra, covoare tesute manual, argani peste tot, ocean, tajin, lut si, cel mai important, autenticitate si singularitate, oameni saraci dar posesori ai propriei vieti si creativitati.
Prima seara in Marrakesh am simtit ca inima mea sare efectiv din piept de bucuria impartasirii din frumusetea si misterul marocanilor. Stradute inguste, intunecate, oameni complet ascunsi sub hainele de iarna din lana de camila.
Bucuriei mele i se opunea suprinderea si nesiguranta resimtita de copilul nostru in fata acestei lumi atat de diferite de lumea stiuta de el. Dimineata insa magarusii, pisicile si camilele i-au devenit noii prieteni marocani si a inceput aventura.
Ne-am indreptat spre ocean. Albul si albastrul ne-au condus peste tot in orasul vechi, in cer, in apa, pe cladiri, la hammam, la ceai, la piata de peste si inclusiv in bazarul local de second hand, unde am fost sa luam un carut marocan temporar. Copilasul era depasit de atatea zile de mers si lucruri noi, ii trebuia locsorul lui unde sa se retraga.
Am plecat spre munti in speranta sa ajungem in satele din inima Atlasului, sa descoperim localnicii. Am ajuns la baza muntelui si am tras la un riad in Tarroudant.
Apare si frigul, vantul si in munte, la Ouarzazate, a nins pentru prima oara in ultimii 50 de ani. Cum e afara e si in casa, de cald… Dar ne incalzim cu apa de la dus, noi cei mari, copilul s-a hotarat sa se incalzeasca cu o febra 39, sa fie sigur.
Un marocan, afacerist de strada, ne-a cam invartit de cap, sa-i pice si lui un banut, dar ne-a si ajutat cu magazinul de ierburi marocane din bazarul local, care ne-a furnizat ceaiul si potiunile miraculoase care l-au ajutat pe copilasul nostru puternic si curajos sa faca fata febrei. Dupa 3 zile de febra si ceaiuri, copilul si-a mai revenit, dar voia acasa…
Eu l-am ascultat si am oprit aventura. Am plecat spre casa mai repede, cumva bucuroasa si mandra de curajul nostru, de remediile minunate pe care ni le-a oferit desertul. Am luat si pentru acasa rezerve din ceaiul minune pentru febra.
Printre aceste trairi, fotograful din mine era fascinat de fundalurile plastice, de oamenii autentici, de femeile misterioase si ridicam aparatul la tot pasul, voiam sa iau totul cu mine acasa.
Mi-am facut cunostinte pentru a continua expeditia in satele din munti si printre nomazii din Sahhara. Data viitoare voi merge singura, mai astept sa creasca baiatul nostru si sa-si exprime singur dorinta sa vina in aventura cu mama lui fotograf.
MOROCCO: The Adventure of a Photographer Mom
I love Morocco and the Moroccans! So, together with my husband and our two-year-old son, we set out to discover it.
To me Morocco means colour, smell, spices, herbs, traditional music, mosaics, wood and stone-carved lace, hand-made rugs, Argans everywhere, ocean, clay and, most importantly, authenticity and singularity, poor people who own their life and creativity.
On my first night in Marrakesh I felt my heart jump with the joy of sharing in the beauty and mystery of Moroccans. Narrow dark streets, people completely hidden underneath their camel wool winter coats.
My joy was opposed by the surprise and uncertainty felt by our son in front of this world, so different from the one he knew. However, in the morning, the donkeys, cats and camels had already become his Moroccan friends, so our adventure could begin.
We set out for the ocean. The white and the blue accompanied us everywhere: in the old town, on the sky, in the water, on the buildings, at the hammam, at tea, at the fish market and at the local second-hand bazaar, where we went to buy a carrier for my son. The child was overwhelmed by so many days of walking and encountering new things, so he needed his own space to seclude.
We headed for the mountains hoping to reach the villages in the heart of the Atlas, to discover the local people. We reached the base of the mountain and checked in at a riad in Tarroudant.
Cold and wind set in and on the mountain, at Ouarzazate, snowed for the first time in 50 years. It was as warm inside as it was outside… But we used shower water to keep warm, and our son decided to keep warm with a 39-degree fever, just to be sure.
A street-wise Moroccan tricked us a bit for an extra coin, yet in the end he helped us in the herb shop from the local bazaar, where we found the tea and miraculous potions that helped our brave strong son get through his fever. After three days of tea and fever, the child was ok, but he wanted to go home…
I listened to him and I stopped the adventure. We left for home earlier, in a way happy and proud of our courage, of the wonderful remedies the desert gave us. We took some of the miraculous fever tea with us at home.
And while this was happening, the photographer in me was being fascinated by the amazing backgrounds, the authentic people, the mysterious women; I had my camera up all the time, in a desire to take everything with me, back home.
I made some acquaintances because I want to continue my expedition in the mountain villages and among the Sahara nomads. Next time I will go alone; I will wait for my son to grow up and state his own desire to accompany his photographer mom on her adventure.
To be continued…
Color Blues is inspired by the never ending “transition” that Bulgaria is going through - both political and social. A transition that started in 1989 and 29 years later this process hasn’t come to an end. We are is still living in the consequences of failed political regimes. These processes are mirrored and discovered in everyday life, in the people that are walking the streets, in the background of our habitat.
It is about the melancholy, sadness, despair and alienation that I encounter roaming the streets of my hometown - Sofia. Shooting black and white, focusing only on the raw and harsh moments of everyday life would have been the most obvious thing. But I decided to approach everyday life from a different perspective - color. А more poetic, subjective visual language which could have been possible only in color. I use color not only as the sole protagonist but to direct viewer’s gaze and create dialogue. To depart from the mere representation of facts in images that create tension and ambiguity. Looking for visual paradox expressed through the use of color and combining elements that create distinctive atmosphere. (Photos and text by Martin Iliev)
BULB goes MIAMI SPF
BULB goes ΦΩ S Athens
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.
APR 2018: The Greeks
JAN 2018: Open Call
DEC 2017: MSPF 2017
NOV 2017: ΦΩS Project
OCT 2017: The Romanians
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