Aryeh Photo: 2012

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

20/20

They say hindsight is perfect. I guess that's why a mirror can keep you safe while driving. Like the image in the mirror, hindsight is a colorful and bright. But, it is slightly distorted. The overall image is sharp and clear, but some parts are missing. The road ahead is dull, static, and monotone; behind us it is bright, dynamic and in color. Maybe hindsight is not so perfect... or maybe it is.

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Friday, December 14, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Bliss

I woke up early to meet up with some other travelers. We braved the gusting winds and made our way to the main highway leaving Reykjavik in order to hitchhike to the Golden Circle, a nearby lake. We waited for nearly an hour and no one stopped for us. Eventually, sick of the wind smacking us across the face and trying to steal our hats, we gave up. We decided to take a bus to the nearest town and to walk from there…after all Iceland is small, right? After a short ride, we stepped off the bus and found the trail. It soon became clear that it was anything but a short hike to the Golden Circle. Instead, we decided to make our way up a mountain that jutted out of the nearby horizon. We steadily made our way up the mountain, until suddenly we were at the top. The view that greeted us at the top was a breathtaking as the powerful gust of wind hit me in the chest. We spent the next few hours relaxing on the mountain top, watching the clouds sail by, and listing to nature's midday rush.
Bliss.

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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Paris

This is my Paris. Observe the foreground; seeing so many people in one place begins the visual rush, moving upward, along the striped umbrella, into a new scene: an expression, independent and untouched by the masses in charge of the photograph’s lower depths. This is Paris. Its transcendental beauty comes with a suffocating cost: the crowds.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Just behind

Often people ask me to explain what my work means. I try to avoid answering. I want the viewer to answer that for himself to tell me what it means to him. That is what good art is supposed to do to make you to think, to make you feel.

But, there is something to be said for opening up about your own work and sharing with the viewer why you took that shot and what you wanted to capture in that moment. The viewer can take it from there, using your explanation as platform to beginning thinking about what the photo says to him.

In that spirit, I have decided to write a little something about a past work of mine every Wednesday. Each photo carries a special meaning for me and I hope a few carefully selected words will push the viewer to find meaning in it as well.

"Looking Out My Cell"

The photo was taken while looking out the bathroom window of the religious boarding school I went to for the year after I graduated from high school.

The days were long: seven in the morning until eleven at night. Now don't get me wrong, all-in-all I had a great time. But still, in many ways the building was my prison. Plus there were no girls.

When I tell people I spent most of my year in Israel in a prison cell...well you can imagine their reaction. All I wanted to do was explore a new world, hike in the desert, climb the hills, and get lost in the streets of Tel Aviv. And, of course, photograph all of it. The room kept me locked up, when all the artist in me wanted to do was break free.