How to Art – The Photographer

“Everyday at a quarter past three I open up a can of tuna and set it on the table. I cut two thick slices of bread that has already begun to stale and put them on a white china plate already set out on the table, and slide it next to the can of tuna. I then take out a match from the box on the table and light a candle – just enough light to cast on the objects before me before I make a sandwich. I sit and look at the scene for a while and consider the best angle for a good composition, though my camera is stowed away in the closet. My mind is the camera, and my soul the film. Just me and my scene.
The checkerboard cloth reminds me of better days when the quiet was a muted horn playing, playing in the background through the gramophone. A quiet sustenance that required no allegory or filter – the protection of ambient solitude stolen for moments kept simple. The structure of the melody dancing upon golden tips made solid and alive by life-giving breath.
Photography has always been a jazz symphony, ready to play out and create magic through the focus of its lens, and the weight of tunes unheard within its stalwart frames. Every scene is jazz, you’ve just got to find the notes within it, and bake a jazz-cake with the ingredients.”

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