Art and War

Is very true that through photography, I express my soul experiences. I have often been asked why I do not write a few impressions on each photo, why I do not do photojournalism, or why each photo is not accompanied by a simple comment.
If I were in war I could have written, although nowadays we could say that it is a war, with a treacherous enemy, unseen, evil but much more effective than an army of people with a rifle pointing at you he can go down and kill mercilessly and without being able to respond in any way, as Bill Gates said in a conference that many may not have justified by labeling him an eccentric, crazy millionaire.

It is known, however, that a photograph can illustrate and say much more than a thousand words, which is very true.
I have written some stories about life, about myself, which some have read and may have appreciated, but many more have ignored by cataloging them as a waste of words thrown on paper. But I didn’t get upset.
I read many posts of others, some I liked very much, and others did not, I did not express myself in any way, although maybe in my mind I considered a time wasted. What am I trying to do? I try to paraphrase a famous French writer, Marcel Proust, “In search of lost time …” to say as a result that I also read many nonsense and no-nonsense writings, most of which are political in nature, and for me politics is an “endangered” species.

I know I’m unrecoverable guy from this point of view, it just doesn’t interest me.
Returning to photography, however, I try to express exactly what I feel at that moment through the images posted by me, even though the theme addressed is the nature with its eccentricities, inciting me much stronger than the other themes presented.
If you try to delve into their artistic depth you will notice, I notice feelings of love, beauty, art, witnesses to this silent procession being my air, the slight expression of the spring wind, water, sunlight and obviously my new indefatigable friend Maya.
And maybe there is something, fear and frustration, the feeling of nausea that I have when I go for a walk no more than 300 meters from the house, because being military orders given by the Romanian government, I can only walk the animal company 1 hour in the morning and 1 hour in the evening, and 2 hours to make purchases from the market or from the nearby store.

Why fear? Because where I go I always have the camera with me, and not for the sensation but to hunt subjects when necessary, and I honestly would not want to be asked by the police what I do and why I do not comply, of these stupid ordinances. Yes, military ordinances, which are very restrictive in terms of freedom of movement.
Yes, the fear that they may receive fines, which I honestly have nothing to pay for, because they are so great at being at the mercy of the people in uniform, be it policemen, gendarmes or military who walk the streets to respect the military restrictions imposed, and who it would put me in the mug more than I am now.

God, what times have we been given to live, and that’s only because of a small virus, or … maybe there were other causes that we don’t know and maybe we’ll find out over … about 100 years.
I’ve had enough. Tomorrow are the flowers before the Easter in our Orthodox religion.
Perhaps, however, our Lord, then when he rises from the grave … with Death near Death stepping on … he will have mercy on us, his servants, will give us a sign of joy and hope, that we may soon get rid of this nap, as it always did on big days.
And now, what to believe…in art…in war? God, please, enlighten me!!!
God help!