Music of Photography: Highlighting the Mysterious

Last Updated on August 1, 2016 by Patrick

Where words fail, music speaks.

– Hans Christian Andersen.

When I started the “Music of Photography” Project I didn’t know what to expect, but I felt the need to make this and I had one goal in mind and one yearning: I knew that there is music in photography. My eyes, my hands and my camera were drawn there although I didn’t know what I could find.

Over the past ten years I learned to never separate art from science, religion and philosophy, that is, the basic components of universal knowledge, when I talk about issues as such. They are never separated in reality, they come together in a full package if you will. And, thus, I couldn’t tear them apart. My heart wouldn’t let me. :)

I also have an afinity for Mother Nature, for the natural world and for everything she created. I contemplate Creation in all its glory and splendour and when I do this, to me time isn’t neither near nor far, neither early nor late, it just isn’t anymore. It’s all a present continuous tense.

I do feel like timeless, as a speck of immortality and everlastingness, immersed in the act of watching the spectacle of Nature unfold before my very eyes. Wherever I may be, in a forest, on a cliff, on the shores of a lake or on the hills, the feeling or reverance is there all the time, with me.

Contemplation brings certain kind of feelings that cannot be described in words and I thought about singing them. But not yet. First of all, I want to photograph them and showcase what I saw and felt beyond the measurements of imposed technicalities of the cold, intellectual realm of human thinking. The latter are no use for me when I want to express this. Only my intuition is.

I think music is a universal language that speaks to every human being and activates the same virtues of the Soul no matter who the person in question is listening to it. It’s a special case with Nature, though.

The qualities of light, the dominion of the Sun over the Earth for so many millions of years, is what brings the symphony to life, or the symphony of life. One moment and the tune starts in our mind. Relatively thinking, though, for there is no starting nor stopping. It’s just us preferring one musical piece from the larger song of the Universe. Therefore there is only one song of the Universe.. Uni-verse, one verse. :)

Another thing I have noticed is that Nature does not reveal her secrets to just anyone, but to some that are willing to receive them, to those who are also putting themselves in the state of cooperating with her and receiving without ever adding their commentary to the message. All the rest is hidden, veiled from the masses as they remain only elements in fulfilling her universal economical plan. Food must be distributed to those who are hungry, just as beauty must be shared to those who ask for it.

Right now I remember a very excruciating fact about the nature documentaries of the very popular documentary television channels of our world, which I respected very much until I found this out, that they intellectually manipulate the facts about the natural world by adding their own subjective, and, above all, erroneous opinions over the natural subjects that they particularly describe in order to change the public’s opinion into believing their own. Have you noticed if you go out into the wild, in nature, that what you were told by the documentary channels is not quite true, if not at all actually? I did and I was very shocked to realise that what I knew about wildlife is mostly wrong and the natural world escapes every of my tries to interpret it to the point of making me not understand it at all. Then, I had to make a crucial decision to stop interpreting it and something else moved me and moved within me: the superior part of my emotional center of gravity of my feelings (from the very simple emotions to the most complex feelings). At this point I started to think and feel differently and, naturally, I read the landscape, I read Nature as I should have from the very beginning. The smoke of yesteryear’s prejudices faded away and I could see clearly… and understand, as my intuition came alive.

And this activated once again, as it did in the past, not so long ago, also the power of imagination in me. Not only that but I started to listen to what Nature had to say, the signs, the symbols, the messages sounded loudly and clearly in my ears and in my mind.

The mountains, though, in particular, have a certain kind of aura and mystery when in times of atmospheric eccentricities. They perform a show like no other, their own show in the most natural, unique and original way possible. The might, the majesty of the mountains in their own atmospheric spectacle is a special song, a symphony if you will of the Magnus Opus of Mother Nature. It sings of uniqueness, valiance, sense of adventure and patience for enduring the millions of years of rock carvings.

Those who are so trapped in the everyday tumult of “what’s going on!?” and scores and calculations, and stay in the big city will never see such a performance. Their eyes and ears are shut.