“Solitary Walk”- First Photo Book Set to be Published.

Htet T San Solitary Walk Photo Book

I have been making sure to announce this. This year I will be working towards a photo book which I named as “Solitary Walk”, focusing on my random walks around the beaches of New York City. This will be the first ever photo book of my photography career and hopefully, by the end of the year, I will have enough pictures to complete this.

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Publishing New Photography Project “The Frail Second”

I have been spending my time a lot on beaches all summer long for this project and thinks it reaches to a point I am comfortable enough to publish.

So, here is my newest personal project “The Frail Second”, the first personal project I have reached that far since my “Emotion/Untold Stories” in 2010.

The Frail Second Copyrighted by Htet T San 2013 teaser 2

I remembered the day that this concept struck my mind. I couldn’t sleep.

See the whole project here at http://www.htettsan.com/the-frail-second/

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Life Elsewhere

Ash sellers_Htet T San

Ash sellers_Htet T San

One of the most memorable photographs from my last trip to Burma in 2009. I met them while I was shooting a photo essay project. The sellers of what we call “Phwel-Pyar”, a kind of ash that’s used to wash dishes. Of course, at most they would make a day would be not more than US$1 and who would need these traditional stuffs when we have super cleansing detergents in supermarkets anyway? Harsh lives with responsibilities on the shoulders at such ages but it gave me this chill when they talked about their lives lightly, smiling and laughing. I have noticed foreign photographers mention why burmese are usually smiling despite their hard lives under military dictatorship. Then, I remember one of my poet friends said ” Our laughters come out from the cracks of our pain”.

– happened to watch this animation today by a burmese artist and made me think of this. One out of 5 children can’t go to school. Life is hard for everyone and worse for some.

Rain !

Impacts on the ground.

-Splashes.

What beautiful moments.

Not all the sounds in this world can be heard.

Echoes surround our sights.

But, I see..

Ice-coal!

The persistent silence.

-Lin Eain Ni

Sat 5:12 pm

However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, Heaven or Hell.

-Buddha

“What is Art?

Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. 

A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—Love.” 

― Andrei Tarkovsky

In The Quiet Land

In the Quiet Land, no one can tell
if there’s someone who’s listening
for secrets they can sell.
The informers are paid in the blood of the land
and no one dares speak what the tyrants won’t stand.

In the quiet land of Burma,
no one laughs and no one thinks out loud.
In the quiet land of Burma,
you can hear it in the silence of the crowd.

In the Quiet Land, no one can say
when the soldiers are coming
to carry them away.
The Chinese want a road; the French want the oil;
the Thais take the timber; and SLORC takes the spoils…

In the Quiet Land….
In the Quiet Land, no one can hear
what is silenced by murder
and covered up with fear.
But, despite what is forced, freedom’s a sound
that liars can’t fake and no shouting can drown.

(By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi)

– In the quiet land, in the war zones, youths rise up, create music..make art. Upon the broken dreams and shattered hopes, they gather strength and stand up – seeing this, means The World to Me. With Love, only Love, we can help build the nation, turn the tables and develop it to better days.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend/lover who cares.

—Henri J.M. Nouwen

– If you ever had people who stood with you in the darkest moments of your existence, Embrace them to the end. They are the most important people in your life.