The photo is a reflection of the feeling I felt while capturing a moment in my life. Created by observing, spontaneously. Leaving & composing only what is important and reducing everything else. The amount of colours & textures is a “tool” of closeness and a certain feeling.
Series of photos taken on Croatian coast, from Krk and Mali Losinj to Dugi otok and southern Island of Vis while having my camera with me.
BEAUTY OF ADRIATIC
my island is in the sea there is a sea all around me is it a fire or does that light still resist the darkness
Jure Kastelan, translated
and I look at the sea and how it climbs to me
and I listen to the sea it says good morning
and it listens to me I whisper to it
good morning sea I say softly
and again even softer I repeat the greeting
and the sea listens and then it laughs
then it‘s silent and it laughs and it climbs again
and I look at the sea and how it climbs to me
and I look at the sea I look at the sea golden
and I look at the sea and how it climbs to me
and I say good morning I say the sea golden
and good morning sea the sea says
and the sea embraces me around the neck
and the sea and I and I with the sea golden
we sit together on the shore beneath the hill
and we laugh we laugh at the sea
Josip Pupacic, “More” / translated
Series of photos taken in my hometown Ozalj and its surrounding rural areas, while catching a feeling of home. A tribute to my grandparents.
THIS IS MY HOME/LAND
Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
