What was the experience of Real Image? What are the elements of the project process? How did the photographer interact with you? What's the new change in your perception of yourself when you go through the stage, you get a photo show in the light?
We asked some participants to share their experiences.
All the content collected in this paper was from previous participants in Real Image, all of which were published with the consent of the author.
According to the 0003 experiential
About a year ago early in the summer, he met Sau Wah. The two were very interested in film, large picture cameras, talking about paintings, films. I was invited to take a portrait. I came to P4 Theater, and the music and the lights were so ritualistic. I felt like I was in another world. The first act of Real Image was uniquely experienced, and under the design of Sauhua, the whole experience was relaxed, calm, like talking to a stranger himself, and the photographer was like a bystander. After the film was released, it was found that there was almost no later processing. Seeing yourself at the time, it was awkward, and perhaps the level and detail of the picture camera was so rich that, after being magnified, it was never so clear to itself.
Maybe I was afraid to see myself, and then I didn't look at that picture.
A long time later, at noon, Sauhua said that Act II had been redesigned. It's strange and familiar to see this portrait. There's fermentation in different time and space, some joy and some sadness, and I think it's the characteristic of a good work, a visualization, and a record of the truest of myself, perhaps a few years later, once again.
A face is like a wheel of years, and it's about the past, and it's about the present.
The experiential
Photo of my body in act three
Ling
The film is so red that it's too red to express the moaning of skin, red to present a young girl who is like a spring peach, like a peach at the end of the summer, thin and mature, and close to deep pink. Splendid without sexual meanings, the sum of desire in the face, the neck in the eye, a little bit of emotion that is not direct enough to be understood, perhaps she is thinking about the wind and the moon.
Bones.
But when you look at her body in the colours, as a grown-up person, who is too young to look at, it's just a few lines, and it's just a few lines, and in a narrow and neutral frame, her bones are raised up, stable and inviolable, and she's very good at controlling herself. She's restrained, stretching, she's in conflict, she's in shape, she's in shape, she's in shape, she's in shape, she's in control. I really want to ask her if self-control can be so comfortable, she can be passively defensive and she can be alone.
Love
It's the most beautiful thing in the world.
I don't think that's what I'm giving, but I'm being filmed.
And the excavator said
Last summer, he was secretly trusted by the Soohua camera crew when they saw the photo project. In September, I ran from Shanghai to Beijing and experienced my long-awaited Real Image.
Before the shoot, Sauhua asked me a lot of questions, which seemed to lead me to see myself. When I was shooting, I stood under the light and enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by light. The music stopped, and I felt peaceful. With the words of Sauhua, I seem to have swam in, I dreamt over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, I don't know where I'm floating, I don't remember if I've opened my eyes or what I've seen in a state of unconsciousness, and I don't exist and everything is gone.
I wasn't shocked to see the first eye of the picture, even a bit happy, thinking it was me, the real me. I was shocked when the photo approached. I've never seen myself like that. Yeah, it's really pretty.
Thanks to Real Image, it seems to have baptized my old life, washed my body clean like a rainstorm, and left me with no more burden. Walking down the street, I walk a lot faster, like back when I was a child, without anxiety, without oppression, with confidence, with peace, with nature.
I like this state.
The 0037 experiential says
Do I know myself?
Real Image is an unforeseeable variable I injected into my life, an experiment to collide with myself. I'm both a participant and an observer.
Act one: I'm black.
The curtains, the stage, the camera are all black. I'm black. All voices are invisible whispers, blinded in the dark by the face of the accuser and blinded by the tip of his hand. I don't know where I am or even where I am.
Act 2: I'm red.
And the sweaters, and the roses, and the afters, and the lips are red, and I am red. In the picture, I'm a question mark, an exclamation mark, a stop, or an ellipsis... the more I can read myself, from familiar to unknown. The photographer turned into a mirror reflecting my changes and movements. Watching yourself is a spiritual collision.
Act three, I'm white.
Lights, moonlight, tears, dreams are white, and I am white. I opened myself up and I'm going to sing in the air. When we meet, when we separate, when we have, we lose. I was on my way to find myself, met myself, said hello, and you were here.
0039 experators
I felt very nervous on that day, and I tried all my clothes on and looked for the way I thought I was dressed. In the course of this continuous change, it seems that the project is in its state.
After walking into P4 Theater, the photographer poured me a glass of water, and then he asked me a few questions. Instead of responding directly to his questions, I began to think about what kind of answer the other side wanted: Is my answer interesting? What kind of person would he think I was? What's the most appropriate answer? The desire to show the best looks puts me under stress. The photographer noticed that, under his guidance, I began slowly to put down my mask, to talk in my most real state, to begin with the mood of the day, the fear, the desire and expectations to film, and to share slowly the memories and experiences that I had been afraid to face. When sharing the past with another person, the sense of trust between two individuals created an extraordinary sense of security and freedom that allowed me to put aside my disguise and protect myself.
Walking into the black stage, I saw the camera lights, roses on the small table, suddenly forgetting the outside world. Next, when I stood in front of the camera, all the worries and tensions came back. My face, my muscles, was so tight, it wasn't easy to show myself on camera. The photographer began to guide me by closing my eyes, adjusting my breath, and playing the sound of the waves, and then he began to describe some images, and with imagination, I felt in my heart. At this moment, only me, the photographer and the camera...
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