Photo: Vonn Seesaw Beauty, balance, harmony and brightness.
White and black, magnificent game of shadows that takes advantage of the formal figures represented.
White, as absence or sum of colors; color of passage, which operates the mutation of being, that absorbs and introduces the lunar world.
White, dawn of eternal return, a moment suspended between the Moon and Sun, between absence and presence, the symbol of a world where all colors dissipates.
In that space of light before shadow there is the soul as an absolute silence.
It is a non-color, the nonexistence full of the indescribable joy found in the faces that were captured in that thousandth of a second.
This silence overflows of feelings, such as water flowing of the shower.
In the clear aurora, between night and day, an imaginative state of mind covers the whole reality.
Two beings suspended in a dream lived in full, bright and positively like transparent water, essence of the multitude of possible, coated of eternity, an ocean of energy.
On the other corner, the black, a subtle gradation from the opposite white, the duality, the shadow that stresses light, like a dark sky that brings out the stars, a nighttime with the promise of dawn.
In this palette of white and black, the lightning is made of contrasts and the framework, the plan and angle seem strictly demarcated in an intrinsic rhythm that suggests a visual composition like a reflection of the unit-synthesis between the spirit and matter.
In the middle there is the magic game of look, the punctum of the image, the reason of being, the most supreme and transcendental, the maximum exponent of visual literacy.
The look that see and watch, which burns of brightness, which unites and reflects two shadows embracing and looking at each other.
The discovery of an unusual aesthetic emotion, the power of a photograph that looks at us directly in the eyes, the intensity of the detail, such as the launch of a desire beyond what is given to see.
A unique and singular piece of space-time, a decisive moment captured by the gaze of the photographer, the echo of his vision that trapped that moment, one image on the threshold of poetry, semiology charged of latent signs.
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