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Back to the Cutting Board by Joshie

  • joshuavincentvega
  • Aug 19, 2024
  • 2 min read

When I think of a flat surface with objects, I see high potential and nothingness, there is no in between.




Objects scattered about on a table, like always, and as


such resemble people, always everywhere at once but nowhere at


the same time. I chose the background and the items, to expand


on the colors of the ‘objects’ one may see here. What do you


see? 


Sure, as a general consensus many would say they see a


juicy orange over here, a mini pumpkin over there, pieces of


broken cinnamon all over place, chocolate wrapped in gold


foil, and well, it’s just a mess, but a beautiful mess. A mess


that people with an appreciation for photography would adore.


What these people wouldn’t know is the amount of time and


energy consumed to produce this masterpiece. Mind you, I could


have captured this from any perspective; the front or even the


back to capture the curves and edges of the broken spices,


slices of fruits and half broken chocolate. No, that would be


too typical, and why not capture the photo from the very top?


Looking down, beneath the camera, with everything looking flat


if it were not for the lighting that filters and segregates


these objects. I find this whole set amusing as these objects


actually do represent people; some are broken, some are whole,


some have more capital, some are trapped within, some are


scattered to fit the roles of society. Then you have me, the


one who looks down upon them all from above, my very own


pedestal, for I refuse to conform to societal roles, even


though I do to a certain extent. The contrast of the orange


hues and the smooth dark grey surface percolate everything,


exposing all their flaws and misdeeds, the loudness within but


the screaming silence beyond.



Do you see it as a beautiful mess too? 


 
 
 

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