In her quest for reaching the "inner and forbidden resources of art" Stela is presenting an extension of her portfolio.
It can be easily taken as an essay on the society surrounding her, but does it really matter?
Joggling from colour to B&W (or should we say Black on White) ... she is challenging the academic standards, only to state with her work that contradiction is the only way to resolve the visual urge a photographer is facing, with or without a camera!
Browsing a book that I bought and put right on the shelf:
HCB - Paris à vue d'oeil (already an expression as versatile as it can be)
Paris right before our very eyes, Paris in a glance, Paris under the naked eye …
Paris visible, invisible, lost, found again, or as the critic puts it: On peut toujours quitter Paris, Paris, lui, ne vous quitte pas!
Browsing a book from the shelf, I was thrilled to see work unknown to my eyes, then pleased to see that even "them" the holy monsters of photography, inhabitants of the holy city of strollers and surrealists, even them walked the same paved roads and found refuge under the same bridges.
Paris, where we live amidst two dreams suicided from the top of the bridges! (photos and text by Michail)
I have travelled to Asia twice this year and it didn’t cease to amaze me. Each time I felt its beauty and power.
I found pleasure and happiness while wandering in the streets, from the markets of Bangkok to the gratitude and peace I found in the sacred temples of Myanmar.
I met monks and fishermen in Inle Lake and Bagan. Cambodgia amazed me with its simplicity and grace. I walked the beaches of Krabi and watched the sunrise and sunset almost every day of this fantastic journey.
I felt the joy of living and being alive in such powerful places, full of history and tradition, full of joyful people, coloured streets and temples. (Text and photos by Iris Tusa)