Monday, June 26, 2017
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Is a meditation on loss and the temporary nature of relationships; from dark into light and returning back into darkness.
A long journey and an attempt to find direction and capture a hopeful instinctive reaction to an overwhelming physical and emotional sense of loss and an attempt to find healing in the simple beauty of my surroundings.
The process of looking, feeling, and reacting by taking a photograph was the start of a positive dialogue between myself and life, and as we are so often reflecting on our past or projecting an uncertain future, it became a record of being there in the moment.
Just as in relationships the combination of looking and feeling and deciding is often of more significant importance than that of describing and justifying. The images are not only a representation of my feelings, but they have taken on a greater role in helping me to more understand loss and grief, the patience necessary to start to heal and how precious and momentary is the gift of life.
Posted by andrew hillard at 8:12 AM
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Friday, May 19, 2017
Escaping the hot afternoon sun
in the shade under some trees
the sound of birds high overhead
something landed next to me
the fragile remnants of a shell
at just that very moment
another life had been born
Posted by andrew hillard at 3:50 PM
Monday, April 17, 2017
Repeated time and time again the book I just finished reading, our lives have their own plan and ultimately our destiny is fixed and can not be altered. We try to shape that which can't be shaped, just as we attempt to deny the undeniable. When we dream of the past, we dream of something dead among the living, we are witness to an event that never was and a memory that will never be understood.
Posted by andrew hillard at 8:30 PM
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Saturday, February 25, 2017
|Bratislava Feb 2017|
We talked about history, and life. He told me how he first met Miro. We drank filter coffee and laughed at the taste. We swapped recipes for the best way to prepare garlic, wether to crush or chop. He said how at his age, everyday is a gift, and that his brother and sister died much younger many years ago. He pointed to his little finger and said that life is this short. The sun came in through his kitchen windows and lit up the room, and both of us smiled.
Posted by andrew hillard at 5:00 PM
Friday, February 24, 2017
Today I saw an amazing exhibition of portraits by the Polish photographer Krzysztof Gieraltowski. There were almost 100 portraits, all shot on 35 film, and no two faces or expressions looked the same. He managed to capture the often hidden intensity of a persons interior world in moments that appeared candid and honest.
Posted by andrew hillard at 6:23 PM