“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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Face to Face

Day after day, O lord of my life,

shall I stand before thee face to face.
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
shall I stand before thee face to face.

Under thy great sky in solitude and silence,
with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.

In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil
and with struggle, among hurrying crowds
shall I stand before thee face to face.

And when my work shall be done in this world,
O King of kings, alone and speechless
shall I stand before thee face to face.

-Rabindranath Tagore

Came of think of how Tagore was the first poet who inspired me, I still have a great fondness on his art.

Saturday Daydream

“When words become unclear,

I shall focus with photographs.

When images became inadequate,

I shall be content with silence.”

-Ansel Adams.

I thought of Ansel Adams and Yosemite . And, how he had to carry his Large Format Camera Up there. Also, thought about a wilderness that I might have a chance to go and just by thinking about it, gives me chills in my mind and on my skin, goosebumps. With my heart and soul, I wish to see that serene part of this world and with my best interest to explore.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

– Nelson Mandela once said ” Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again”. I always admire this attitude. Invictus will always be my most fav poem in this life. Mind be over matters as the master, as the captain.

Sandy’s Vanguard

Sandy's Vanguard_ Htet T San 2012

Sandy’s Vanguard_ Htet T San 2012

If I remember correctly, it was on the day before Sandy Superstorm arrived to New York City at night. And, I was having a photoshoot on this river bank. Suddenly reminded me of Ryuichi Sakamoto’s Sheltering Sky. Speaking of photography, I just finalized a collaborative fine art project today. Will be working on the artist statement this weekend and maybe publishing on next week. Would be the first one to publish in 2015.

Also, that photo session from river bank, I uploaded on my Behance Page here.

Sculpting in Time

“It is obvious that art cannot teach anyone anything, since in four thousand years humanity has learnt nothing at all. We should long ago have become angels had we been capable of paying attention to the experience of art, and allowing ourselves to be changed in accordance with the ideals it expresses. Art only has the capacity, through shock and catharsis, to make the human soul receptive to good. It’s ridiculous to imagine that people can be taught to be good…Art can only give food – a jolt – the occasion – for psychical experience.”

“When I speak of the aspiration towards the beautiful, of the ideal as the ultimate aim of art, which grows from a yearning for that ideal, I am not for a moment suggesting that art should shun the ‘dirt’ of the world. On the contrary! the artistic image is always a metonym, where one thing is substituted for another, the smaller for the greater. To tell of what is living, the artist uses something dead; to speak of the infinite, he shows the finite. Substitution… the infinite cannot be made into matter, but it is possible to create an illusion of the infinite: the image.”

_Andrei Tarkovsky, “Sculpting in Time”.