I decided it’s time to actually show some printouts instead of scanning the negatives directly.
I won’t be the first to admit it, but printing in the darkroom isn’t something I find easy to do. For me, it is like trying to enter a meditative state while walking blindfolded into a minefield, I need to calm my mind before hand. But there are occasions where the stars do align and printing in the darkroom feel great.
Maybe now and then we give it some thought especially if some event transpire that forces to face the topic we dread most – death.
Example, in the hospital for a surgical operation. Many people always have this inherent fear that once they go under the anesthetics, they won’t wake up again and tell themselves “Walk away from the light” over and over in their minds as they slowly succumb to the anesthetics.
Whether it’s a blog, an open letter in the newspaper, facebook post or even a tweet, nothing garners more complaints from Asian governments than ones that tells or complains about the government – especially ones widely read by many.
There are more and more reports of Asian countries introducing laws to arrest bloggers or “facebookers”, tweeters or just about anyone who post an article online, for defamation or even sedition. The level to which they assigned the notoriety of the crime are increasing – equating the deed to committing espionage or treason.
Sooner or later, government will no doubt try and impose capital punishment for anything that are “seditious” in an effort to curb people from writing them. We are witnessing the birth of – the thought police or 1984 as foretold by George Orwell.
Well to be honest, another roll I had not developed when I had returned from Jakarta. Sadly only one or two shots came out alright, everything else was crap – taken on a Sunday when Jakarta would close one of their main roads into the city converting it into one giant predasterian. It would start from 6am until 1pm.
Once the clock struck 1pm, traffic would be again open to cars and like migrating wilderbeast in Africa, cars would come streaming through the roads like nobody’s business especially for a Sunday afternoon.