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n.011c — B-Roll | Archives 2013 | Remastered Often Minimal △ Jana Styblova

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Jana Styblova. 

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The Journey to Europa

a special generative art project featuring a mindblowing Joshua Davis x Jana Styblova collab for the Hashes DAO. 

the journey is more important than the destination.

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Evaluation and Conclusion:

Through this project, my intention was to make visible the invisible; the longer something is present in our lives, the less we seem to notice it. This same thing applies to our attachment to our mobile phones. These devices have taken over our mind and body, they have taken control and it’s almost as if they are the centre of our lives.

I have taken the task of making this addiction visible through photography simply by showing the sheer numbers of people of their phones as I stood on to one side. I was personally surprised by the quantity of people with mobile phones in their hands, sometimes not even in use. There were parents who were more interested with what was happening on their phones than their children who stood beside them, as well as children who could barely even talk using tablets that they could barely hold with their hands. The tragedy is that social media makes society less social and mobile phones have us disconnected from the rest of the world around us the moment we are connected to it.

My workshop tutorials have been very useful to me in my development as a photographer. They have helped me in my projects as I have gained a greater understanding of how the camera works and what settings to use in different situations, as well as how to edit these photos later on in programmes such as Adobe Lightroom. I have enjoyed my experiences in these workshops very much and have valued them highly. I have put these experiences to good use during my projects, such as in street photography where I have held the camera chest height and acted casually as I release the shutter to make it less obvious as some people might not like their photo being take by a stranger.

My research has proved useful to me as I gained an understanding that monochrome images prove to portray a message with more emphasis when trying to spread a message. The photographers I have researched have all provided me with some sort of knowledge that has helped me throughout this project to help me put across my message. Vivian Maier has reminded me that photography isn’t about being known. It is a passion that you hold within you through life and continue to practice this passion every day. It is based upon your own opinions and ideas, the way you see things and the way you capture them, not how other people want you to. Elliot Erwitt has taught me that photography has no boundaries; there are no correct answers or set ways of doing things. You do not have to stick to a particular style of photography. It is an opportunity for you to carry out your own ideas how you want to, whether it be to portray thoughts or a message, or for a comedic purpose, it is entirely up to you. I chose to study Mimi Mollica as his documentary photography was fitting to my concept. His work helped me visualise how my project can be carried out in a more documentary manner. His work is also usually based on current on-going situations and relevant topics. It is because of this that I had chosen to research his work and study him further. He shows that sending a message to the viewer is far more than an image being monochrome, but rather the importance of composition of the subjects in the frame. Jana Styblova inspired me to work with the food colouring to visually represent the chemical dopamine in our body. Her Acrylic Reactions have inspired a more abstract take on my project, in contrast to the more standard street photography aspect that I had thought of at first. In addition, I had researched some videos of people dropping food dye or ink in water, and how it would spread across the empty space in the water to create unique lines and shapes. This had me inspired to try it out for myself in an attempt to visually represent dopamine.

Body, Public:

For body and public I decided to focus on street photography to help expose our addictions to phones. I thought, where else better to capture masses of people using their phones than out in the public on a busy street? I found this to be very successful as I was able to capture just that. The sheer number of people on their phones was rather intimidating to me as it is something that I have never really noticed until now. Even though I was part of society and contributed in my own way to certain things, I felt alone and disconnected as I watched the majority of people looking down at their mobile devices and not caring about the world around them. However this did make it easier for me to take photos of them as they paid very little attention to everything around them. Everyone around me had a place to go to, a place to be, something to do and something different on their minds. They were all different people, however they all had that one thing in common, the relationship between them and their smart phones.

I feel that I have accomplished my task in trying to make it more obvious to people that we all have an addiction within us and its right in front of our eyes every day. The images I have taken for these particular sub-topics within the whole of my project have all been candid from a third person point of view on modern society the reality of what it’s like day to day. However to further accentuate this addiction I could have perhaps created a photo through setting scenes of two individuals on their phones. They could be in a relationship or not, and one of them could be on their phone while the other sits with their hands in their pockets and looking around. Perhaps they could be having a conversation, but one of them is distracted by their phone too busy taking photos or sending a text to someone who isn’t even there. Furthermore, I could have gathered a group of people and have them looking down at their phones and have someone who isn’t on their phone stand in-between them. This is to show the contrast between the majority of society nowadays and the few people who don’t own a mobile device or simply aren’t using them. We are in an era where not owning a smart phone is considered out of the ordinary.

Space, Private:

For these sub-topics within my project I decided to visually represent the chemical dopamine in our bodies when we use these devices. My idea was to place a smart phone in an empty space and drop ink or food dye around and on top of it, and watch as the colours would spread into the area and mix to create different colours. This kaleidoscope of colours represents dopamine and it would appear as if the smart phone was the source of it. The mobile phone represents someone’s private life. Every phone is unique to its owner as everything inside of the phone is personal to them; it is filled of their private and personal lives in the forms of photos, texts, and social media accounts. I managed to get a hold of a broken smart phone from a friend who didn’t want it anymore. This smart phone was broken in half from the inside out, and I thought this was perfect as I could show the dopamine inside of the phone. The first photo shoot was done as a test, to see how the idea in my head would look like in real life. The blue and gold began to mix into green and spread into the empty space around the phone which is exactly as I had thought. I carried out the same method with red and blue food colouring and got similar results. I then had the idea of dropping all of the colours into the water in the order of the colours of the rainbow. This would represent the happiness we feel from the dopamine. However I then let the colours mix as they turned into black and consumed the phone slowly to the point where it wasn’t visible anymore and I found this to be very effective as this darkness represents how this addiction to our phones can destroy our lives and ruin relationships, just like all addictions.

If I were to carry out this idea again I would perhaps get a hold of a working phone and have it switched on submerged in the water, to show how the light cannot go through the darkness as it gets consumed. In addition I would experiment with different coloured ink as it has a different fluidity and texture in comparison to the food dye. It is thicker and comes in more colours. Furthermore I would change the vase from a sphere type of shape to a more rectangular fish tank type of vase. This is because I found that the sphere shape would reflect light back at the camera and show the reflections of the room, whereas a more rectangular and flat surface would counter this effect. Perhaps I could have even used more than one type of phone to show how smart phones come in such wide and varied shapes, sizes and brands.

Conclusion:

I feel that modern technology such as our mobile phones are such useful and important tools in our everyday lives. It has allowed me to contact my loved ones back home through texting or video calls through social media such as Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram or Skype. It has allowed me to share moments from somewhere else in the world instantly, so that I can let them know exactly what I am up to or what I have done today. I feel connected with my family and friends every day, despite being in a different part of the world and in a different time zone. I use my mobile phone on a daily basis and there’s never a day that goes by where I haven’t talked to one of my friends or my family. This means I can always be at ease that if something bad were to happen I can be in touch instantly or if I need to ask someone something, I can do so in that same moment and get a response within seconds. Modern technology not only makes my life easier because of its ability to connect with people from all over the world, but also because we have the power of the internet for all of our needs; be it shopping, social media, asking questions, research, travelling etc.

On the other hand, modern technology has taken over society and the way that we operate as individuals as well as a community. We have become so dependent on our mobile devices and technology in general to get through our day that it has changed the way we do things, the way we communicate, the way we travel and the way we operate throughout the day in general. It has connected people in the masses however also split society into its individual atoms. The technology we harness has proved itself to be powerful and revolutionary on so many different topics through history. The internet is an example of such a revolutionary advancement in technology. It is very beneficial to us all in so many different aspects for all sorts of reasons, but it also has the capability to be very dangerous; not necessarily in a direct manner but indirectly too. We, as a species, have become so reliant on these devices and the internet, that if the day came where the internet would suddenly switch off, the world would come to a sudden halt and cause a worldwide crisis.

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Today, I’m home, again

Today, would have been my grandfather’s 89th birthday. The last time I saw him was more than 10 years ago. I saw him to be strong and purposeful; distant and mysterious: in the way that your youth renders you too shy to ask questions. In the way that you regret not knowing more about him, his time spent in WWII, anything about his true thoughts and feelings. I saw him as a memory even before he became one. Soon after, he would have a stroke and spend the remaining years of his life paralyzed in bed. I wasn’t encouraged to visit him. For which I was secretly relieved. What would I say to such a man? After so long? I was ashamed. I am ashamed. It would be a few years until I’d sleep in the same room he slept in. A few years until I’d breath in the dust of Kazakhstan.

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Today, I learned my mother’s only experience of nuts, until her adult life, was on New Years: only a handful, some of which where solemnly found to be rotten. It wasn’t until she married my father and moved to the Czech Republic, that she’d feast on walnuts falling from the trees next to our home, for days. And again, it was a few years back that I learned her first experience of an orange was when she was 13. She ate it with the peel. She had never seen an orange, never seen someone eat an orange. What do you do with a citrus if you’ve never seen a citrus? 

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Sometimes, I forget that I’m an immigrant. Sometimes, I don’t let myself acknowledge that it may have impacted me in more ways than I was aware. In ways that I’m ashamed to admit, because, absolutely, I do not have it bad and I can’t possibly complain. Part of being an immigrant is pretending that you’re not an immigrant.

Certain things happen when you come to a country where you, very tangibly, know nothing and no one. It changes the very architecture of your self-awareness and self-understanding. Even more so when it’s several generations of immigration. It changes the formula of your family and the way you see your parents (and thus become yourself): under the roof of fear of others, of their thoughts or actions, constant self-criticism, constant shame, constant wanting to do better. To succeed. To be accepted. Constantly battling the notion that we are “others”. People’s comments. Accents. Improper [insert new language]. The only one who cried on the first day of kindergarten. Sitting in the back. Inability to read. Cutting out the cat from the magazine, because damn it that’s what I wanted to cut out and I have no idea what you’re saying when you try to explain this assignment to me. 

It’s subtle. It’s very, very subtle...the monster that begins to grow inside of you. The impact won’t be seen for years. Or even decades. Others convince you that you should be a certain way. You convince yourself that you should be a certain way. The act of convincing yourself becomes your way. The act of modifying yourself because habit. Second nature. You began to believe that this is, in fact, you. You pride yourself on being a chameleon and being able to fit yourself into any slot. You start defining success as whatever the people around you define as success, because that is what you did from the very beginning. Because you adapt. Because just look busy and no one will notice. You blend in. Blend in until you get tired. Then, you compete. Then, you succeed. You Succeed. And you feel true happiness. It is true happiness. That’s exactly what it feels like. You felt it all, you meant it all, it was true, in all the ways that you understood truth to be at that point in time. You’re a successful immigrant. You thank the universe for the opportunity, you thank your parents and for their countless struggles... minimum wage, night classes, thrift stores, water-downed coke so it would last longer for the kids, piano lessons that no-one could actually afford but that changed. your. life. For so long, you don’t allow yourself to acknowledge that it was difficult. You didn’t deal with it, nor with the guilt. It changed you beyond recognition. Your parent’s efforts transferred into your own. As did their mentalities. You don’t acknowledge that you were actually hiding. 

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And, then, with no notice whatsoever, you wake up.

Not from a nightmare, not even from a dream. No, you slam face-first into a wall. You didn’t see the wall coming, yet it somehow seems familiar. The more you think about it, the more you remember having seen this wall in the distance, speeding towards you, the entire time. You remember it, but you have no recollection of it. You only felt it. Perhaps as a discomfort. Perhaps as a fleeting thought. As a tickle. As a whisper. As a hope, a glance, an escape, in the booze, in the cigarettes, in the internet. In the sleepless nights, in the experimentation, in your day job. And now you’re here. You didn’t choose to be here, necessarily, but you are responsible for being here. You are responsible for now.

It affected every element of your life. Every gesture of your being. And you weren’t able to see it. You couldn’t predict the affect it would have on you; the deep foundational desire for everything to be okay and safe. Things around you begin to crumble. You realize that you are for the first time allowed to be yourself, because the rest is done. The rest has been ticked off your imaginary list, that you never meant to write. And the only thing that you are left with is yourself. The horror of you. 

And how can you possibly deal with you, this creature that you have never known.

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Call this a breaking point. Call this finding yourself. Call this going mad. Call this becoming spiritual. I don’t know what they say. There are people who seem to have made a vow to never speaking to me again, I’m assuming. But all I want to do, as I look back, is scream at the world that “I just wanted to be loved.” And isn’t that what we all ever want. “I didn’t mean any harm, and I wasn’t myself.” because the very beginning of my understanding of time, required me wanting to be like everyone else. And woe is me, I know. And I hurt, too, I know. And aren’t we all just doing the best we can. And isn’t it all a mess. 

It’s a fucking mess. It’s a beautiful mess. And, I, for one, can’t be sorry for that anymore.

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Today, I’m home, again. I'm in the same corner of the couch (though, it’s now a new couch) and I’m reliving all of the thoughts and feelings I had almost exactly one year ago. I’ll sit in this corner, I’ll change position only to move to my bed, as I would have done for the subsequent 4 months that followed. But, by now, the memories will have changed as much as I have. I’ll recall the pain. I’ll recall choosing to feel it, rather than choosing to feel fear. I’ll recall the wall. I’ll recall climbing it. I’ll recall facing myself. And, I’ll recall starting it all again, this time from scratch. 

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The home of my mother, uncle, and grandparents, Kazakhstan, 2013

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n.011 | Archives 2013 | Remastered Often Minimal △ Jana Styblova

Follow me on: Instagram △ Twitter for behind the scenes. △ Own your own OM NFT

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Minimal #1 - Often Minimal by Jana Styblova | Aim High

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Hace unas horas me encontre' con OFTENMINIMAL un tumblr que hace ilustracion minimal Jana Styblova es la creadora.

Me remonto' a mi primer cuatrimestre de la carrera de Diseño Tragico!... Donde todo lo haciamos con Rapidografos/Estilografos de Tinta China e Ilustracion.

Tuve que hacer unos cuantos para recordar tan buenos tiempos (hace 7 años de eso)

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