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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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.
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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Vapour _Htet T San 2015
I walked down along the third avenue.
The whole world stood still.
The coldest night of Spring 2015.
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well.”_ Stephen King
– At least, it’s true to me. The works that are made for the Relief of the Soul, that I define as “Personal projects” do not seek approval in any form. I can’t ever make myself interested in concepts like “Art for Art’s sake”, or anyone else’s sake. It’s always been Art for Soul’s sake, as Escape!
Among the countless stars,
Looking beyond the boundaries of life
Unchained and free of life and memories
Empty though it may have seemed
Something’s awakened in the heart.
Neither a wild passion
Nor an icy hatred
But a serenity of calm
Long have forgotten is being recalled
Through a memory deeper than
Neurons of physical world can handle.
And there is no more me of self.
-Kyaw Zwar Myint
– Found a Burmese poet on poem-hunter today. Among my circle of poet friends, I have never heard this pen name before. But, the stuffs strike my Soul. Lying in the Meadow, Caught in Eternal Winter. Explore the artist’s emotional landscape here.
Hey loves, here is a new photography exhibition I participated coming up in Leicester UK and if anybody is around, You all are warmly Invited. I will be one of the mediators of Dissent!!
05 – 22 May. LCB Depot : 31 Rutland Street : Cultural Quarter : Leicester : LE1 1RE
19 – 28 June. An Indian Summer Festival : Curve Theatre : Leicester : LE1 1SB
Poulomi Basu in conversation with John Coster & Armindokht Shooshtari
Tuesday 12 May 2015 : 18:00
“We’re all on the brink of despair, all we can do is look at each other in the face with eyes of affection, keep each other company, joke a little… Don’t you agree?”
_ Jep Gambardella
Dawn _ Htet T San 2006
Portrait of my best friend 9 years ago. In my world of nostalgia, everything feels like just yesterday.
Sunny Day at Phillidephia _Htet T San 2015
Home – the start of everything. The farther away you are from home, the more you cling on to your roots.
The train moved along the railway..
Like a black snake among the mountains I have never been.
The reunion of those awaited.
I was not a part of it.
-Lin Eain Ni
Jan 31, 2014
“La tristesse durera toujours”, translated as “the sadness will last forever”.
– Today is Vincent van Gogh’s birthday and those were his final words on earth.
Blue City, Orange Smoke _Htet T San
I have seen it. I have been blind to all else since.
– Winter 2014-15