Camera work. World we say is diversity. Marin Angel- who is that person? A Finn of Bulgarian origin came to Russia all of a sudden, at the dictation of his soul, to learn it from the inside. Probably, it’s natural for a philosopher by nature, for a man of letters by education and a photographer by vocation. I would like to write about him in the context of his special outlook. Ability to see and feel differently- it’s a particular gift from the Heaven, so Vanga accepted him and predicted him his role to be, to live and, the most important, to create, in another country. The searching of itself in different is the normal way for a creative person. Ordeals and torments are always productive in a creative work. The projects he gives rise to are a mixture of the topically of existence, unconventional presentation and philosophy. Little children are a special world, naive and pure and innocent, which we lose as we learn the surrounding world. Marin knowingly keeps childish spontaneity of a perception in order to save the image of childhood innocent. Children’s pictures are touching by unexpected composition: a “sonny’s” first steps perceived through a baby’s arm remind us of looking at the eclipse able to turn into a baby, through green glasses of a broken bottle, a 4 y. o. child in a basket who is happy of being able to feel like a baby- a picture peeped in Latin America; an image of a “star” - Miss Finland 2002- in an unstable posture, on a cracked land, with vampire make- up is nothing more than the shaky posture of a human being honored by the society and them abandoned by it; an unexpected aspect of a picture of a well-known politician, which discloses his human fragility, i.e. exposure of the soul to everybody. The most important role of the photographer is to impress the moments of life of the society, so the future generations will judge about us by how we resolve them, how decently we behaved towards other people. All of this is shown in Her Majesty Picture! There are her myth and reality in it. It is only an artist who understands to what extent the life flow passing before our eyes carries quite unique pictures, in which one can distinguish the soul of this world, its intimate component. A photographer manages to “pluck” these pictures from oblivion by a lens’ click. We see a certain 25 th frame of life in the pictures, as it exists. Something was given back to us that escaped our notice. So the photographers whose work has true artistic value for people are not numerous. But the work of these masters is distinguished from all other work from the first glance. Every photographer try to impress an unique moment. However, such capacity is unique; it largely exists due to intuition and sensitivity bordering on foresight. A photographer manages to “pluck” these pictures from oblivion by a lens’ click. “Every hunter wants to know where a pheasant is sitting”. The flow passing before our eyes carries quite unique pictures where one can discern the soul of this world, its divine component. Love and Time. Once upon a time there was an island on Earth, where the all human values was living. Once they noted the island began submerging. All values got on their ships and sailed away. It is only Love that remained on the island. It was waiting to the last minute but when there was nothing to wait for; it also wanted to sail away. Then it called for the Wealth and asked that it would take it to the ship. But the Wealth answered: - There are lots of valuables and gold on my ship, there is no room for you here. When Sorrow’s ship was sailing by, Love asked to be taken aboard, but Sorrow answered: - Sorry, Love. I am so sad that I have to stay alone all the time. Then Love saw Pride’s ship and asked Pride for help. But Pride answered Love would break the harmony on its ship. Joy was sailing by- but it was so absorbed in making fun it didn’t even heard Love’s calling. Love felt totally disappointed. But suddenly it heard a voice behind; - Come Love, I’ll take you with me. Love turned back and saw the old man. He brought Love to the shore and, when the old man sailed away, Love remembered it had forgotten to ask his name. Then Love turned to Cognition: - Tell me, Cognition, who saved me? Who was that old man? Cognition looked at Love: - It was Time. -Time? - Love asked again. - But why did it save me? Cognition had another look at Love and then into a distance where the old man sailed away: - Because Time only knows how Love is important in the life. Contacts: Photographer & Journalist & Writer: Mob. + 7 905 5317590 – Moscow ; Mob. + 358 46 8806398 – Helsinki ; Skype: marinangel.fi ; Icq: 360769882 ; http://marin-angel.livejournal.com- Why hide it? We have been captivated by the mask game.What is so special about it? 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