tango.1
by mariuca

Comment by posthumous:
I love this. A slow solemnity building before even one step is taken. And even when they're dancing you never go below the chest. It's like seeing tango from a new angle.

garden of forking paths
by mariuca

Comment by posthumous:
the screen turns into a lens of an ancient camera.

garden of forking paths
by mariuca

Comment by markwiley:
Framed by time.

what's real.1
by mariuca

Comment by daisydavid:
Apologies for the lateness of commenting. I had to look at this many time as I knew there was a lot more to it than one encounter could do justice. A wonderfully crafted collection. I think it represents the culmination of your usual work and your recent travels. I can see you subtly drawing a parallel between the cultural rawness of Oaxaca and the technological shrouded displays in your city. Oaxaca may still embrace and live in the religious-mystical realms and the city celebrates that in a veiled fashion, with the knowledge that its' presence still triggers fundamental instincts. But are either of them or any of it real? Oh well, that's my limited take on it so far, maybe I have a real problem ;). Really do enjoy this, especially with the insight of your previous work.

garden of forking paths
by mariuca

Comment by Zeus:
That frame looks man made to me. DNMC.

what's real.7
by mariuca

Comment by insteps:

Originally posted by 2mccs: My favorite in this essay.

Yes. This one made me stick around a while.

if you see something say something
by mariuca

Comment by tate:
I see you ;)

what's real.7
by mariuca

Comment by 2mccs:
My favorite in this essay.

what's real.2
by mariuca

Comment by 2mccs:
An image as complex as the subject of reality. Fascinating.

what's real.1
by mariuca

Comment by 2mccs:
I think reality is such a complex, many layered idea. There is the reality of the external world that the photograph captures a split second of. Whether that split second is an accurate portrayal of the external real world reality is questionable. Then there is a deeper reality. A more vague, internal universal knowledge which can be touched and moved inside of ourselves by a photograph.

Thank you Mariuca for challenging me to explore this subject with your beautiful photography.