Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 117 The true meaning of this work (4K must-see with color)

What is displayed in front of everyone is a huge sky covered by crows.

The crows in the sky are so densely packed that they seem to crush the fragile nerves of patients with trypophobia, making people's scalp numb.

"Oh, my God, so many crows." Ryan covered his head. He could already feel the depressing atmosphere.

From a crow at the beginning to more and more in the middle, and finally overwhelming, the gloomy emotions in the dark-toned picture are like tentacles from the devil, protruding from the screen and surrounding everyone's mind.This can even be called a horrific scene, which is both unsettling and indescribable.

"It's like a crow plague." James concluded. This picture suddenly reminded him of the flocks of birds he saw in the Mississippi River Basin many years ago, the same density and the same size.But the difference is that there is an invisible order among those birds that tightly binds them together, and their uniform flight only makes people feel happy.The crow in the work in front of me highlights the chaos even more.

"What will be the next picture?" Mr. Ericson was very curious. From few to many, the number of crows has reached a limit. So what kind of pictures will the photographer use to show the crows next?
"Pa." The clear click sound of the mouse sounded.

But to everyone's surprise, the next photo didn't have a crow, but an abstract landscape.

There are hazy clouds above, and a continuous mountain range below, occupying the lower half of the picture, with no end in sight.

The overall tone of the picture is the same as the previous ones, gloomy and gloomy, everything is gray, and even vague to the point of being unclear, like an abstract ink painting.

"What is this?" John was a little confused. He didn't seem to see the photographer's intention.

"Patience." After Mr. Ericson finished speaking, he stared at the photo in silence and continued to turn the pages.

Following the scenery are the shadows of people. Judging from the outline, they are probably a family of three.The reason why I say this is because this photo is too blurry, so blurry that it is unreal, as if the photographer had drunk too much at this time, grabbed the camera with trembling hands, and then pressed the shutter button accompanied by violent vomiting.

The figure of the character is blurry, and the surrounding scenery is even blurry. Only a large tree can be vaguely seen in the upper left corner of the screen.

"What a strange way."

Ryan didn't know how to describe this feeling, but he didn't feel that the photographer was just taking random photos. On the contrary, he seemed to detect some kind of connection from these consecutive photos.

Some secret connection.

Moreover, the gloomy tone from beginning to end also made his inner depression continue to increase.

"Is it decadent?" This style has only appeared recently. Many photographers in Neon are keen on this. They focus on decadent people, show the despair of human beings among high-rise buildings, and reflect on the consequences of the aging of the population. Come all mental outlook.

But no one has ever dabbled in such an abstract art.

Yes, abstraction to a certain extent is art.Although Ryan has not seen the back and does not know the specific intentions of the photographer.But to be honest, with these photos now, he has already felt the power of the photographer.

It's easy to take a clear picture of something, you just need to stack equipment, but to take an abstract picture is a great test of the photographer's skills.

Think about it, to maintain a consistent style, but also to shoot from different angles, and to ensure that the blur, light and shade, and blur of different images are at the same sensory level.

The difficulty of taking a group of photos in this way may be only moderate, but the difficulty of taking a photo album, or a film photo album, is too high.

Regardless of whether the content of this photo album has deep meaning or not, it is already a step above other works in terms of non-replicability and creativity.

While Ryan was thinking, Mr. Ericson had already clicked on the next page.

The same darkness, the same blur and illusion, but there are more characters in the picture.It was a slope going down from a high place, and someone was walking in the snow.

The photographer's approach to dealing with characters is the same as dealing with crows, discarding all details and choosing to use large areas of dark color to show outlines.The clothes worn by these people became as ink-like when recorded on black and white film.

It's as if in the eyes of the photographer, the boundary between humans and crows is not clear.

The next picture was of the doorway of an old Chinese-style house. Three children were standing inside. Their faces could not be seen clearly. Only their black clothes and gray-toned eaves emphasized the suppressed emotions, which never abated.

Seeing this, everyone held their breath. They were looking forward to the next photos giving them an outlet to vent, or to carry out this dark and even thick depression to the end.

No matter which one, they will be able to marvel at the conception of the work.

James turned the pages in Mr. Erickson’s place, eager to see what the photographer had to say.

The sky is gray, the low wooden house is covered with white snow, and a light can be seen shining in the window, but this perspective is not like a normal person's observation perspective.

The obvious signs of shaking convinced them that this was what the photographer was deliberately implying.

Perhaps this shooting technique is also an expression in itself.

The idea arises simultaneously in the minds of all those watching.

They seemed to have finally touched the context of this work, so much so that they began to feel nervous.

Continuing to look at the next picture, a large area of ​​lake water stirred up by waves formed large and small white spots in the picture. The violent shaking brought the tension of the picture to an extreme. Just by looking at it, you can feel the waves of the lake water. .

"Pop." The mouse was clicked by someone unknown, and everyone immediately saw the next picture.

A flock of crows landed on the pier by the sea, adding a black outline to the pier. There were also scattered crows flying around in the distance, seemingly taking a rest during flight.

"I probably understand." Mr. Erikson held his left hand in front of his mouth with his right hand, his brows knitted together, and the wrinkles on his forehead piled up.

But he didn't continue to explain what he understood. He just looked at the photo with uncontrollable appreciation in his eyes.

Although other photographers were not as clear as him at this time, they still had a vague sense of the photographer's true intention and what the power of this photo album was.

So there was no talking, everyone just continued to look at the next photo quietly.

Crows are sitting on the water, arranged in dots. Under the sunlight, thick water mist rises from the lake, blocking the distant scene, making the sky and the lake disappear.

A fisherman rowing a boat is located in the center of the picture. He seems to be returning to the shore.The viewer doesn't know whether he returned with great pleasure or with a sense of defeat. They only know that his black figure is about the same size as the nearby crow and has the same color, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Scroll further back and you will see a group of crows resting on the fence. Compared to the previous blur, this time it is much clearer and you can vaguely see the details of the crows.

The only sound in the air now is the clicking of the mouse from time to time, and even the sound of breathing has weakened.Several photographers have been completely immersed in the atmosphere created by the photo album "Crows", looking at the way these crows spread their wings in the air and the feathers they shake off when they stand.

Until they saw the snow again.

It was a group of crows landing in an abandoned wooden boat. Heavy snow covered every corner, and a few snowflakes were floating in the picture. A large number of crows stood neatly on the boat, like a grand funeral.

Or a ceremony to commemorate a wooden boat.

Whether in the photography industry or in public perception, snow has a chilling and cold connotation, and it also symbolizes death.And when the unlucky symbols of snow and crow appear together, it intensifies the gloomy atmosphere of the work itself.

Even if this photo is taken alone, it is a very representative work, and when it appears in the entire album, it can highlight its own temperament when set against the front.

"Snapped."

It was snowing again, and a crow showed a soaring attitude on the heavy snow. Its wings spread out as much as possible, as if it was trying to get out of the current predicament.But everyone watching knows that this is just a dead, lifeless crow.

It can be seen that in recent photos, this intention of death is constantly intensifying, as if the photographer has also been subjected to some kind of torture and suffering in his heart, constantly wandering on the edge of the cliff of destruction and rebirth.

Mr. Ericson was completely lost in thought, and the mouse was being controlled by John. He held his beer belly tightly, leaned forward on the edge of the sofa, and then stretched out his hand to click the mouse.

What jumped into their eyes was no longer a crow, but a fat cat.

The photographer's lens was very low, and the cat was staring at the screen warily, staring at the audience who were watching it.Beneath it is a rotting fish, as if it is competing with the person in front of the screen for the right to eat.

When the other photographers saw this, they finally realized it!

"Oh my god!" James stood up, feeling goosebumps rising uncontrollably from all over his body!

Ryan kept shaking his head, marveling at the creativity of this talented photographer.

Mr. Ericson bit his finger, ignoring the pain, because he was thinking about how to evaluate this work.

Only John was still a little confused, "Please!" He looked at the other people helplessly, feeling that he was being kept in the dark.

"Okay, John, I know you didn't understand. After all, you photograph architecture." Ryan kindly explained to him: "What do you think this work is about?"

"Crow?" John spread his hands to show that he understood.

"No, no, no, crow, that's just an image, a representation. What this work really wants to say, think about it carefully." Ryan didn't point it out, he just kept guiding John.

"Okay, crow, the illusory perspective, the blurry pictures, these shots don't seem real enough, like a dream." John summarized his thoughts, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"Let me tell you!" James walked back and immediately wanted to spoil the story.

But then their chat was terminated by Mr. Erickson.

"Stop! Don't use words to describe it, John, come here, look at this photo." He turned to the next photo.

Several people immediately gathered around and looked at the computer screen.

The photo shows a huge rotten fish that fills the lens. Its dull eyes reflect the light of the flash. It looks scary and heavy.

"What perspective do you think this photo is from?" Mr. Erickson asked.

John replied decisively: "Photographer, stand on a high place and take photos from above."

"No, what I'm asking you is, who are you in the photo?" Mr. Erickson asked again.

John was stunned. He looked down at the photo, and somehow he remembered the previous photos, those deliberately blurred perspectives and deliberately blurred lenses.

In an instant, he understood what Mr. Ericson meant.

"Oh! No, no, no." John shook his head with a look of disbelief on his face: "I'm actually a...crow?"

"Yes! That's right! It's the crow!" James clenched his fist and waved it hard.

"Damn it, he was shooting from the crow's perspective!" John walked closer to the screen and flipped through the previous photos.

Yes, when I thought about it, all the clues and photos connected together at once.

Those scenes and characters that look like abstract paintings are not from a human perspective at all, but are done deliberately by the photographer. He just wants to show everything in the eyes of the crow!
Mr. Erikson said: "Actually, this work has a very obvious sense of paragraphs."

He changed the photo display in the software to tiles so that all the photos could be seen vividly: "Look, in the first few photos, humans took photos of crows. They took photos of their flight and rest, from small to large."

"Then there is a blurry scenery. This is the world in the eyes of a crow, so everything is virtual and cannot be seen clearly. This is why the color and outline of the characters are so like a crow, because in its view, humans may be someone Plant a large animal."

"After a few pictures, I returned to the human perspective when I arrived at the pier. In my opinion, these two lines are like time and space that are constantly intersecting, allowing us viewers to alternately experience the transformation between humans and crows. Gradually, we You can’t tell whether you are a human or a crow.”

At the end of Mr. Erikson's words, his voice turned into a whisper, and he suddenly clicked on the first page after the cover, which was the page with the author's name on it.

"No wonder, as expected." He muttered, but did not explain, which made Ryan and the others feel itchy.

"Mr. Chairman, stop being so secretive!" James advised.

"Okay, okay." Seeing everyone looking at him expectantly, Mr. Erikson clicked on the words with his hand and said: "The normal arrangement of work titles is that the title of the work is the largest, and the author's name is the largest. Shrink it and place it below the title.”

"But look at this, the names of Crow and Chen Pingsheng are the same size, side by side in the center, which is actually a hint."

"That's right." After being awakened, Ryan nodded and said, "This shows that the crow is actually the author, and the author is the crow. This work can be said to be a human photographing a crow, or a crow photographing a human being."

"My...god!" John finally realized the profound meaning contained in this photo album and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

(End of this chapter)