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About the GrumpyQueen


A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

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I have no idea what professional photography is all about!



Seriously, I don't have any idea what is it all about. I mean like some people tell me it's about the right angle and lighting. For me, as long as the pic comes out nice and clear, people look like people, cats look like cats, buildings like buildings, that means the angle's right and there's enough lighting.

I'll have to admit, there are some pics, just taken like that, without any feelings. But there are some, like if they take an old lady sitting at the bus stop, somehow you can feel what the old lady must be feeling at that instant. But it's all a matter of perception isn't it? What has professionalism got to do with it? How can you make them feel what the old lady is feeling with the camera?

The same with dances. I never get the story behind the dance. I don't see how a few people twirling around=story.

As for art pieces, sometimes I get it, sometimes I don't. I mean like if you want your piece to have a depressing feeling, just use dark colours. For a happier feel, use bright colours, that I get.

Music too I get. I can sense when the piece is supposed to give you a depressing feel or when you're supposed to feel happiness.

But all these, it's just a matter of perception, like I said. Who says you can't have a brightly coloured piece that portrays depression? What if your subjects are looking glum and solemn but are wearing brightly coloured clothes? Can you still say they're happy?

Everything in life is just a matter of perception. Maybe that's why there are rules, to try to regulate things. To make things a little more logical, or mathematical, so that there is black and white and very little grey area. And sometimes, I think, we make trouble for ourselves by trying to put things into either the black, white or grey areas.

26.3.07 3:56 PM

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