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Anatole

2012-02-15T15:03:00.001-05:00

"Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin."

"Devout believers are safeguarded in a high degree against the risk of certain neurotic illnesses; their acceptance of the universal neurosis spares them the task of constructing a personal one."

- Anatole France -

First wet plate collodion

2012-02-14T01:33:00.001-05:00

At the Center For Alternative Photography, New York.

Sleepness

2012-02-11T00:03:00.001-05:00

On the velvet chair (1)

2012-02-09T14:04:00.001-05:00

Polaroid SX-70.

Restless

2012-02-06T19:15:00.000-05:00

Vulnerability

2012-02-02T16:18:00.003-05:00

"I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing."

Anaïs Nin

Remembering Afghanistan

2012-01-29T04:01:00.002-05:00

Picture taken with a vintage polaroid SX-70.

Somewhere

2012-01-28T00:56:00.002-05:00

“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”

― Neale Donald Walsch ―

Photo by Ryan Mcginley

Stillness

2012-01-25T17:17:00.002-05:00

Love is a fire that burns unseen

2012-01-24T01:02:00.000-05:00

Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?

Luís Vaz de Camões
(Portugal, 1524/5–1580)

Fondness

2012-01-23T03:33:00.001-05:00

The awakening

2011-09-13T04:26:00.003-04:00

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

- Anaïs Nin -

Hazara girl in Diffusion Magazine

2011-07-30T02:35:00.001-04:00

My picture (Polaroid SX-70) of the little Hazara girl in Bamiyan, Afghanistan, is looking good in the Diffusion Magazine, Volume III.

Wet plate collodion photography: self-portrait in cyanide

2011-07-17T04:59:00.007-04:00

Tintype (Wet plate collodion - photographic process from 1850s) at The Center for Alternative Photography, NYC, July 2011.

Placebo by Marco Vernaschi

2011-07-16T04:33:00.008-04:00

Placebo is "the attempt to see through my being, a therapeutic but still illusory process. It's about the experience, about the willingness to dig deeply into those dark places that reveal another side of myself. Placebo is me, naked."
One of my favourite photo projects.

Before I fall too fast kiss me quick, but make it last.

2011-05-10T21:11:00.000-04:00

Published story... Afghanistan

2011-03-03T18:54:00.006-05:00

The story about my trip in Afghanistan (with 14 pages and 34 photos) has been published in the Portuguese magazine Visão Vida & Viagens this month.

"What could motivate a woman to want to explore Afghanistan? The answer lies somewhere between one of the most extensive landscapes of the world and the hospitality of the people, at the crossroads of cultures and a fascinating history. In the "chaos and love" ..."

My first solo exhibition

2011-01-21T23:48:00.004-05:00

My Polaroid pictures of Afghanistan are in exhibition in the gallery Gabinete in the North of Portugal. Pictures of the space soon, and more exhibitions to come.

Pieter Ten Hoopen

2010-11-05T02:11:00.005-04:00

I am completely fascinated by Pieter's panoramic images and post-processing technique. It is the best work I have seen in a long time. It has inspired me to try to play with Photoshop a bit more, and get a very wide lens.

Gallery hunting

2010-10-20T00:04:00.006-04:00

I am desperately trying to find a gallery in Europe, USA or Canada, which could be interested in exhibiting my Polaroids taken in Afghanistan (see them here), and other photos. If anybody has contacts, please send them to my email address: tnabais@hotmail.com

Published in Diffusion Magazine

2010-10-06T23:19:00.004-04:00

One of my polaroid pictures of Afghanistan will be in the Volume III of Diffusion magazine. Theme: Ortus (Latin) — rise, become visible, appear, birth, origin.

Check the polaroids on www.teresanabais.com, project: When time stood still.

New website under construction

2010-10-06T23:14:00.002-04:00

I am slowly adding pictures to my new website.

I shed my clothes in the lush air

2010-08-15T20:38:00.005-04:00

"I shed my clothes in the lush air
to bathe naked in the spring water,
but the quiet night seduced me
into telling it my gloomy story.

The water's cool shimmering waves
moaned and lustily surrounded me,
urged with soft crystal hands
my body and spirit into themselves.

A far breeze hurried in,
poured a lapful of flowers in my hair,
breathed into my mouth Eurasian mint's
pungent, heart-clinging scent.

Silent and soaring, I closed my eyes,
pressed my body against the soft young rushes,
and like a woman folded into her lover's arms
gave myself to the flowing waters.

Aroused, parched, and fevered, the water's lips
rippled trembling kisses on my thighs,
and we suddenly collapsed, intoxicated, gratified,
both sinners, my body and the spring's soul."

In the woods

2010-08-12T16:31:00.002-04:00

Drift Wood (Cheng-Chang Wu)

2010-03-11T00:06:00.006-05:00

漂流木影片 Drift Wood Film
Originally uploaded by wuphoto

Video of the capturing of the winner image of Artists Wanted's "The Power of Self" competition. Very interesting!

Memories

2010-01-01T23:02:00.002-05:00

Memories of utter happiness are the deceivers of our souls
They leave us naked with no artifices or masks
They make us wish to forget the unforgettable and forgive the unforgivable
Long for the undeserving and for the dream not meant to be
But more than anything else, they make us miss that perfect physical desire

Sometimes we break and follow dreams and passions

2009-10-24T04:50:00.000-04:00

Waiting for you

2009-09-19T02:30:00.002-04:00

Forgotten how long I've been waiting
And as always I'm stuck on the same thing
You, and the perfect unfailing
Love that you may bring me

Know you won't come for me
But faith knows no reality
So I'll wait an eternity
Here for you

- Gotye -

In this girls' world

2009-09-05T21:15:00.015-04:00

Between June and July 2009, I had the opportunity to travel to Afghanistan. I had desired to visit this country for more than 3 years. Everyday we are overwhelmed by terrifying news about Afghanistan, so I was asked many times why I wanted to go there. There were many reasons, including personal ones, and the more I read about Afghanistan, the more I saw photos of its beautiful natural scenery and people, especially women and children, the stronger was my eagerness. I also wanted to meet Afghan women and girls and hear from them their views on the current situation of women in Afghanistan.
I knew that as a woman it would be relatively easy for me to have access to Afghan women. Still, I felt lucky to travel to the north and northeast of the country and become friends with an Afghan girl. Through her I met several other Afghan women including farmers and a woman with a prominent position in a regional office of an international organization, who invited me to visit a girls' school.

The school was located in a valley in one of the most sublime landscapes I have ever seen and separated from the nearest town by a rugged path that the girls walk every morning to attend their classes. In a one-story building with big widows there were several classrooms with grey and pink dilapidated walls and worn out school tables covered with Dari handwriting. Even if the conditions of the school were not the best, these girls were grateful for being there.

Despite some recent progresses in Afghan women's rights, Afghanistan is still one of the hardest countries in the world to be born a woman. Over the last years women have been allowed to return back to work and girls to school. The government no longer forces them to wear the all-covering burqa and it is now acceptable to see a woman as a politician. However, even if private family affairs are traditionally considered to be a women's responsibility, many men still restrict their own mothers, wives, daughters and sisters from participation in public life. A big percentage of Afghan girls are still forced into marriages and deprived of formal education. Numerous schools for girls have been burned down and female students have even been attacked with acid for daring to go to school, especially in the southern and eastern provinces. Female teachers have been intimidated and kidnapped. Gunmen have broken into schools, gathered dog-eared schoolbooks and threw them into flames.
Regardless of the difficulties Afghan girls have faced when trying to pursue their education, many of them still believe it is their duty and right to be educated. Despite the threats and worries about their daughters' security, many families are happy that their girls go to school. In a mountainous northern province, I saw an old farmer telling my Afghan friend that education is essential for the country's development and that he wished that both Afghan girls and boys received a proper education.

One of the best feelings I had while travelling in Afghanistan was to realize that even considering the oppression Afghan women have endured, and probably due to the same oppression, the women I met in Afghanistan always looked strong and determined, not pitiful. According to them, discrimination against women and girls is finally becoming a topic of discussion in Afghanistan and it is possible now to hear and read about it. There is still a long way to go for Afghan women and girls to be valued throughout the country as individuals with inherent human rights, but, slowly, women in Afghanistan are becoming aware of their rights. When listening to these women, I felt hopeful that a day will come when all Afghan girls will be allowed to go to school with no more fear.

Kuchi children

2009-08-17T14:09:00.003-04:00

And eight million butterflies forgot about rules

2009-03-21T03:09:00.006-04:00

What a delightful surprise to find a postcard this afternoon in a store in Montreal with a photo the photographer Dita Kubin took of me in 2007 and a few words...

when you are sleeping
you are a precious
black and white photograph
that begins to breath

the day we met
i uttered something completely stupid

i can still remember your lips
laughing
endlessly

a sweet red tidal wave
overwhelmed us both-

you said you loved
heart-shaped pretzels with beer

i said i appreciated the symmetry
of your appetite

there was no what if
forever wedded to forever
and eight million butterflies
forgot about rules

frame by frame
the photograph moves

curling in me
in a spoon feeding itself

-Dita Kubin-

2009-03-19T21:17:00.001-04:00

"The fact that we are human beings is infinitely more important than all the peculiarities that distinguish human beings from one another."

-Simone de Beauvoir-

Behind the mirror

2009-03-02T19:42:00.002-05:00

New photos coming soon, I promise!

2009-02-26T20:50:00.001-05:00

I am too busy figuring out how to get enough money to buy the new Canon 5D Mark II and a couple of professional lenses.

Cinemascapes

2009-02-01T04:06:00.003-05:00

A photography project that caught my eye a year ago and is still my favourite: Aaron Hobson's Cinemascapes.

Dark and original. I absolutely love it!

Mimi and cousins go for a walk in Paris

2009-01-19T17:39:00.002-05:00

Enjoying the French coast last November (Color)

2009-01-13T20:13:00.000-05:00

Enjoying the French coast last November (B/W)

2009-01-13T19:54:00.001-05:00

Watching time pass me by

2008-10-07T23:55:00.002-04:00

Untitled

2008-09-07T17:24:00.005-04:00

08/08/08 08:08 am

2008-08-13T01:32:00.008-04:00

"in dreams we stand on the shore between the ocean of spirit and the land of matter"
-David Mitchell-

A "mistold" story

2008-08-08T01:50:00.001-04:00

Feet that walk away

2008-08-07T03:04:00.001-04:00

The first photo taken with my Mamiya C330S

2008-07-20T14:49:00.004-04:00

Jerusalem (Holga)

2008-06-20T21:02:00.003-04:00

Outside the old city.

Jerusalem

2008-06-06T04:25:00.001-04:00

Probably, my favourite city in the world.

MOM the Queen of Hearts

2008-06-05T17:27:00.009-04:00

These girls ran to me with a huge smile when they saw me walking lost in the old city of Nablus (West Bank). And while I tried to find my way out of the old city, they kept looking at me and smiling. It was an extremely warm reception.

In the tunnels of Nablus's casbah

2008-06-02T21:38:00.010-04:00

The old city of Nablus (West Bank) has been the scene of fierce fighting during the first and second intifadas and the place where Palestinian suspects hide.

Back to the Yulong River

2008-04-11T02:17:00.003-04:00

While waiting for Israel and the West Bank.

Every time you leave, I try to keep the best of you

2008-03-19T03:57:00.001-04:00

Die slowly

2008-03-03T01:27:00.002-05:00

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “is” rather than a bundle of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly.

He who does not travel,
who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself, dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,
about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it,
who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know,
he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know, die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
always reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort by far
greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Die Slowly
by Pablo Neruda

Fade into you

2008-02-21T04:42:00.003-05:00

The late arrival of dreams

2008-02-14T23:52:00.001-05:00

Photo taken by Dita Kubin

Yulong River

2008-02-05T16:20:00.000-05:00

Untitled

2008-01-30T23:23:00.000-05:00

Soft light

2008-01-23T19:25:00.000-05:00

Vulnerability

2008-01-11T23:17:00.000-05:00

Painted memories of a summer love

2008-01-03T18:32:00.000-05:00

Dusk glow

2008-01-01T20:18:00.000-05:00

"Chichicastenango on market day" in JPG

2007-12-19T13:07:00.000-05:00

My photo "Chichicastenango on market day" has been published in JPG Magazine. Check it out! It's on page 39 and was taken with the crappy camera on page 8.

JPG Magazine (Issue 13)

To build a home

2007-12-13T15:16:00.001-05:00

Cinematic Orchestra with Patrick Watson. Truly beautiful!

There is a rainbow behind every dark cloud

2007-12-06T13:59:00.000-05:00

Untitled

2007-11-26T17:33:00.000-05:00

Photo taken by Dita Kubin

Cakedoll

2007-11-19T01:27:00.001-05:00

Photo taken by Dita Kubin

Looking within

2007-11-12T01:23:00.000-05:00

Photo taken by photographer Dita Kubin

Catch me a dream

2007-11-07T12:44:00.000-05:00

Photos taken by photographer Dita Kubin

He can also eat mine

2007-11-02T12:44:00.001-04:00

Photo taken by photographer Christina Mcneill

Missing you

2007-10-27T17:51:00.000-04:00

Solitude

2007-10-15T11:34:00.000-04:00

Countryside fashion

2007-10-09T13:03:00.000-04:00

The dancers

2007-10-03T12:39:00.001-04:00

Be quiet, and enjoy the power of silence

2007-09-28T04:51:00.000-04:00

What a cutie!!!

2007-09-25T12:12:00.001-04:00

Montreal's freaks

2007-09-22T19:09:00.001-04:00

Le Plateau Mont-Royal reflected

2007-09-20T11:44:00.001-04:00

Red garden

2007-09-19T14:36:00.000-04:00

Warm feelings on an ethereal summer evening

2007-09-12T22:55:00.001-04:00

The beautiful colors of Guatemala

2007-09-09T12:19:00.000-04:00

Exploring Pacaya's lava rivers

2007-09-08T20:46:00.001-04:00

Two lovely black eyes

2007-09-05T15:35:00.000-04:00

The funeral

2007-09-01T02:54:00.000-04:00

My holy bath

2007-08-29T19:00:00.001-04:00

The beautiful La Antigua

2007-08-28T00:26:00.000-04:00

Antigua is a beautiful colonial-era city in Guatemala with rugged cobblestone streets. It sits in a small valley surrounded by three volcanoes, which are clearly visible from various points in the city: Volcán de Agua (in the photo), Volcán Acatenango and Volcán Fuego. The latter was quite active on my second night in Antigua, and a long plume of fire was rising from its crater. What a beautiful view!

In La Antigua

2007-08-27T23:04:00.000-04:00

I'm trying a sort of Frida Kahlo's hairstyle

2007-08-26T02:02:00.001-04:00

Rays of light over the Lake Atitlan

2007-08-25T01:52:00.000-04:00

Zunil market (in color)

2007-08-24T00:10:00.000-04:00

Zunil market (in B/W)

2007-08-23T00:48:00.001-04:00

The red pants town: Todos Santos Cuchumatán

2007-08-22T00:57:00.000-04:00

Three hours of chicken bus, half pavement, half dirt, half sky, half clouds, excessive horn, blasting radio, a crowded school bus painted in bright colors, three to a seat, bright red pants and typical shirt with a nice collar, sleeping heads swaying, smiling children, golden teeth, more horn, Saturday market, a few photos taken fast before the last bus leaves, start everything again.

The little Zunil girl

2007-08-19T18:22:00.001-04:00

Los tomates asesinos

2007-08-18T20:38:00.000-04:00

Information provided by my travel guidebook on Guatemala's urban buses: "Guatemala's urban buses are the popular stamping ground for armed robbers and muggers. They are also largely driven by aggressive and carefree drivers whose homicidal tendencies might be better served in the armed forces. These factors, along with the fact that they are painted a deep red, have led local residents to dub them "los tomates asesinos" or "the killer tomatoes". Of course that, after reading this, anyone would think twice before stepping onto one of these buses. It ended up being an interesting experience.

Guatemalan burials

2007-08-17T13:20:00.001-04:00

Girls of Chichicastenango

2007-08-17T13:19:00.001-04:00

Chichi on market day (2)

2007-08-15T18:53:00.000-04:00

Chichi on market day

2007-08-14T00:57:00.000-04:00

Ladies of Chichicastenango

2007-08-14T00:39:00.000-04:00

I will be back in 15 days

2007-07-30T02:04:00.000-04:00

I'm in Guatemala.

I keep falling

2007-07-25T16:12:00.000-04:00

I've been looking far away

2007-07-23T14:23:00.000-04:00

The Great Escape, a song written by Patrick Watson, a "made in Montreal" musician. I absolutely love it.

One more rainy day

2007-07-20T14:35:00.000-04:00