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		<title>Letter to the Reader, Special Issue</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In 2008, my life changed when I married my husband Graham. Together, we began to grow our own garden of dreams. Our first seed was Visura Magazine, which features personal projects by individuals worldwide, mostly photographers. Visura became a product &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/letter-to-the-reader-special-issue">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<span class="bigletter-1">I</span>n 2008, my life changed when I married my husband Graham. Together, we began to grow our own garden of dreams. Our first seed was Visura Magazine, which features personal projects by individuals worldwide, mostly photographers. Visura became a product of love at a time when the world was facing an economic crash and a war. As a result, we received hundreds of emails from students, alumni, and emerging photographers and individuals from all professions, who were just like us, seeking inspiration, opportunity, and a sign of hope. </p>
<p>These messages motivated us to plant our second seed, FotoVisura.com—a self publishing community and resource center for art and documentary photography; a platform for those who believe in being a part of and supporting the power of the visual voice. In two years, our dreams of creating a family without cultural boundaries became a reality. During this time, our work was our life and life was our work. And we were very happy.</p>
<p>Then one day, like any spirits in search of an ever evolving and changing life that could lead to fulfillment, or a least a sense of belonging in this world, Graham and I realized that there was a missing piece to our lives. This missing piece had nothing to do with what we had built. We realized that we really wanted to become parents. </p>
<p>Art has been a canvas to materialize our ideas, values, vision and dreams with the hope that we could share them with others. And we have done so with millions of unique individuals worldwide, most of whom we have never met and will never meet in person.</p>
<p>The reality is, this online phenomenon only furthers my need for human warmth and interaction. In the same way, these stories that all of you contributors have shared about life enrich me intellectually, they inspire me to be a better and more honest human being.  You inspire me to live with purpose and to keep moving forward.</p>
<p>This experience has filled our life with so much love, that it has given us wings. FotoVisura is a big part of my life—I wake up every morning to work with enthusiasm; I want to fight with and for it, regardless of any obstacles around me. To be completely honest, in the past two years, as we struggled to have a child of our own, it was you—the photographers, editors, and readers—who many times gave me strength when I was down.
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As I witness injustice, inequalities, separation, divisions, and hideous acts in this world, this is the shelter, the source, this is an extended family that I turn to find courage and strength. I do not give up on FotoVisura because you have not given up on me. And for that I am so grateful.  </p>
<p>Recently, my father reminded me of something he once told me during my rebellious years: exclusion is the main reason for error. Feeling left out is the main reason why many of us live with pain, and the best way to heal and move forward is to create something you truly believe in, where you can include others. This is what FotoVisura represents to us: a model where people can join and contribute on their own terms. In January 15, 2009, Graham and I launched our first issue of Visura Magazine, a few months after we co-founded FotoVisura Inc, a company we truly believe in. On January 19, 2013—4 years and 4 days later—Graham and I learned that we were expecting our first child. </p>
<p>So, I decided to publish a special issue to celebrate family, connection, unity, inclusion, and rebirth.  I dedicate this issue to all of you who believe in love above all else. </p>
<p>To my father, thank you for never giving up on me; and, to my co-mom, Laura, thank you for loving me and treating me as an equal. I love you. </p>
<p>Poco a poco y sin nada de alboroto.</p>
<p>Kindly,<br />
Adriana Teresa<br />
Publisher, Visura Magazine</p>
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		<title>In Conversation with Raghu Rai</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Raghu Rai, 2013. Portrait by Alakananda Nag Raghu Rai is a New Delhi based photographer born in 1942 in a small village called Jhang, which is now part of Pakistan. Rai started photographing in 1965 at the age of 23. &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/inconversation-raghu-rai">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p><span class="bigletter-1">R</span>aghu Rai is a New Delhi based photographer born in 1942 in a small village called Jhang, which is now part of Pakistan. Rai started photographing in 1965 at the age of 23. In 1971, Henri Cartier Bresson was very impressed  after he saw an exhibition of Rai&#8217;s work at Gallery Delpire, in Paris. Rai joined the illustrious Magnum Agency in 1977 as a first Indian photographer.</p>
<p>Over the years, Rai has photographed his home country India documenting a changing canvas of the country along with important essays on Mother Teresa, His Holiness The Dalai Lama, and the late Indian Prime Minister, Indira Gandhi. His powerful work on the Bhopal gas tragedy won him huge accolades. His work reflects and in a sense, perhaps justifies the intense complexity of India. He has traveled through most of India documenting a  new born country in flux. He has published over eighteen books and exhibited in India, USA, Europe, Australia, and the United Kingdom. His work is in the permanent collection at Bibliothèque Nationale, Paris, France.  In 1972, Raghu Rai was awarded the prestigious ‘Padmashree’—one the highest Indian civilian honors, first for a photographer ever, for his work on the Bangladeshi refugees of war.</p>
<p>I attended a workshop by Rai in 2009 and was instantly drawn by his spiritual approach towards photography, which he describes as a coming together of body, mind, and soul. One of Rai’s numerous accomplishments is a school he recently founded in India, RAGHU RAI CENTER FOR PHOTOGRAPHY. I had the opportunity to interview him about this project for Visura Magazine&#8217;s In Conversation Series.</p>
<p><strong>Alakananda Nag: Recently, you inaugurated the Raghu Rai School for Photography in India, after photographing for 45 years. Why did you decide to build a school?</strong></p>
<p><strong>Raghu Rai:</strong>  For two reasons: 1) my son Nitin Rai, a photojournalist; 2) the Sri Aurobindo Center for Arts suggested Nitin and I start a school for photography, which I thought was a good idea. The purpose of photography is to document the times we are living with sensitivity and commitment, because this is going to be tomorrow’s photo history. And, documentary photography is not being taught with this in mind. So, my son said, <em>Baba, why don’t we start our own school?</em></p>
<p>There was an offer from a big agency to Magnum photos, asking to give them the entire archive to sell and if need be, sometimes alter. I took serious objection to this offer because at the end of it all,  Magnum is known for its commitment to documentary photography, so we cannot possibly agree to this. Similarly, anything and everything is happening in photography today and now that there are more galleries showing photography in this country, there is a hotch-potch of everything.</p>
<p><em>Dekho koi toh photography ki purity, commitment ko rakken.</em> (translation: See, someone should keep the purity and commitment in photography).</p>
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<p style="text-align:right;margin-top:5px;font-size:12px">Raghu Rai Center for Photography</p>
<p><strong>AN: Describe your main objectives at the Raghu Rai School for Photography?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> Nitin has started with the beginners course, and we will give one year diplomas and three year degree courses. We have a beautiful farm, about 14 kilometers from here. It is like <em>jannat</em> (heaven). I landscaped it for four months and it is like nature’s magic. The environment is beautiful. Serious stuff will start happening after a few months.</p>
<p>As part of my mission, aside from the school, the second thing I am doing is an archive of 150 years of photography in India. And, I will tell you why. Youngsters are doing two, three, four exhibitions in a year. When we were young, we had exhibitions but maybe one in several years because we were scared. We had that kind of sensitivity and responsibility: <em>ke hamare senior kya kahenge</em> (what will our seniors say). Digital technology gives you the quick, fast-food kind of playground to play with, and now everybody thinks whatever they are doing is great stuff. I have realized that even 150 years ago, when British photographers and photographers like Raja Deen Dayal came to India, the body of work they left is a photo history of those years. These two things are very precious to me: the school and this archive I am compiling. Very precious. Anybody teaching photography anywhere—call it a responsibility or a liability—has got to know what has gone on in the past, what is going on in the present and where the future is headed. I hope that at least, two, three, four, or five young minds really have the passion and madness to receive and explore.</p>
<p><strong>AN:  What would you say then is the mission of your school?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> To create individuals who go on their own journey and explore India at their own terms.</p>
<p><strong>AN:  What kind of resources will the school be providing for its students?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> I have books and photographs from almost all the important photographers in the world, in addition to forty-five years of my own work. Plus, there is so much information available through internet. However, I also want to offer other resources.</p>
<p>My contemporaries and I—we started taking pictures in the late 60’s, early 70’s and we did not have anybody to direct us. Equipment, film, books, and magazines were unavailable. Today you press the button and the whole world is there for you. Back then, we did not have people to guide us in the right direction. And, I have wasted  decades figuring these things out.</p>
<p>Even when I look at my own work for instance, you can see the specific steps and the overall journey unfold. In creativity you cannot stop, because life and nature are ever challenging and changing; and they do not let you stop if you are alert and present. So, my work has evolved over the years and I can literally explain and share that evolution in terms of photographs.</p>
<p>I am a product of my own personal experience. I am a very practical man and I have always been on the move. I do not believe in big theories and ideas because these are secondary things; they are stale. It is more about thirst and the ability to make yourself available. Afterwards comes the moment of understanding and realization.</p>
<p>The idea must be born out of the experience; when I experience something I can then talk about the idea. I do not want the new generation of photographers to be spending years exploring and getting lost. Also, I do not want to produce another Bresson or another <em>so and so</em>. I would like them to be a kind of their own.</p>
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<p><strong>AN: What is your goal for the school, both in a personal and professional sense?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> <em>Dekhiye aisa hai</em> (see, it is like this), there are no guarantees: I take no guarantee and I give no guarantee, because explorations are explorations. A creative journey is very personal to every individual, including how much passion and madness you have so you can go on exploring the world. If there are twenty students in a class, maybe one will be mad and passionate, and the others are happy, snappy people. You cannot guarantee or decide what will be the outcome. This is creative business. The only goal I have is whatever I can have available to them in terms of experience and how to do it.</p>
<p><strong>AN: Why is it important for India to have a school of this nature?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> I think every country should have a photography school like this one, provided there are people committed, who can and want to share their inner and outer experiences with simplicity. It should be done. I have received enough from my country and I should give back, if I can.</p>
<p><strong>AN: Do you think the timing is right for the school?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> Well, I do not know how to judge that. I do know with certainty that when the time comes for any idea to materialize, there is nothing stronger or more evident. I’m not doing this school in collaboration with, or in connection to—I am doing it now because it is happening now.</p>
<p><strong>AN: What advice would you give to Indian emerging photographers, including me?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> You know, I have one <em>gur</em> (jaggery) for everybody. Do not take all those good pictures that you’ve seen before, or that you’ve done before.  You see, this is the biggest computer God has installed in each one of us (pointing to his head), and its memory can be extended to anything. The disastrous part of this computer is you cannot delete any memory from it. When you stem from memory, you produce secondary kind of work, even if they are good and competent images. Again, good, competent images derive from the memory. When images come from the heart, then they are going to be&#8230;and that is the exercise we are going to teach: how to work from your heart.</p>
<p><strong>AN: I think that is a very important thing you have said because there is a lot of tussle between young photographers, and sometimes you see the work of somebody and it does remind you of somebody else&#8217;s work. Is that what you are trying to persuade young photographers to stay away from?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> <em>Dekho aisa hai</em> (See, it is like this), there are treasures waiting for everybody, but the question is—who shall find them? And, I believe that only those explorers who have the passion and madness to go on will find them. It is very logical and it is that simple. <em>Aap gaye, aapne yeh dekha aur yeh uthake le aaya</em> (you went, you saw, and you picked it up). God is happy, you are happy.</p>
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<p style="text-align:right;margin-top:5px;font-size:12px">Imambara Lucknow, 1992. By Raghu Rai</p>
<p><strong>AN: What are some of the long term goals of the school?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> Only <em>He</em> knows (laughs). <em>Aisa nahin hota</em> (lt does not happen like that). See, it is not a commercial place, college, or school. <em>Kahan le jayega bhagwan tumhe, tumhi jaano</em> (where God may take you, you will have to figure).</p>
<p><strong>AN: Not everybody thinks like that.</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> This is the problem. You see everybody is settled in a specific slot or another. Nobody is waiting for those unknown and inexperienced nudges. When they come to you, they disappear because you are not available; you are busy, you are programmed. This is not the kind of school or college that you can have all the answers and solutions to the last detail. (laughs)</p>
<p><strong>AN: I understand. Will there be any scholarships?</strong> </p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> Yes. The other day, one boy came—he is a rag pickers son—who is very passionate about photography. So, I said, <em>yes sonny, come! You don’t have to pay, of course!</em></p>
<p>I have such high expectations from life and life also might have some expectations from me. So, I have to match that, for sure.</p>
<p><strong>AN: What do you think is the current state of Indian photography and how do you think the school will make a difference?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> <em>Dekhiye</em> (see) current state of photography, thanks to cell phones, is that anybody can take a picture and say, <em>hey it’s very good,</em> and then buy a DSLR camera. So, there are a thousand times more photographers than there has ever been. Many people have many great ideas. By the time, they take practical shape, they have been diluted, and they become as ordinary as anything else. It is not a big deal to have great ideas; what is important is that when the magic happens, it evolves.</p>
<p><strong>AN: With the present state of Indian photography, how will the school make a difference?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> I don’t know how the school will make a difference. It will depend on how many dedicated souls will connect with us, eventually. So much photography is happening, it has multiplied a thousand times, maybe more, I do not know. Everybody is a photographer and feels like they are doing great work, which is not a bad thing. As I said, it is the responsibility or liability of every photographer to know what has gone on in the past and what is going on in the present in the rest of the world. Unfortunately, in today’s fast food generation, photographers do not have time. </p>
<p>I was looking at the Master Class by World Press Photo. They sent me their publication: a portfolio of six–eight students. A bulk of it is frivolous; the fact that they have held a masterclass in Amsterdam is a big deal, when it is not. Things are getting diluted and frivolous, unfortunately. You see, in the name of being different, you can not become frivolous. You have to have a certain connectivity.</p>
<p><strong>AN: As an accomplished photographer, what are the things Indian photographers should concentrate on while they are doing their work?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> See, it&#8217;s not a very good idea that I should be giving them ideas about their life and their concerns (laughs). But I can say, certainly not the themes that have been done before so many times, a million times. As I said, don’t take all those good pictures you’ve seen before. And in any case you know, India is a multi-layered, multi-cultural society and the layers are unbelievable. Explore them in different contexts.</p>
<p><strong>AN: What advice would you give to aspiring photographers worldwide?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> Listen, the rules are going to be the same for everybody: here, abroad, anywhere. They say art is an international language; creativity is an international language. The basis and the definitions have to evolve accordingly, as you go along.</p>
<p><strong>AN: What could the international community do to support the school?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> I would definitely like to invite good photographers, some of them who are my friends, to come to Delhi to introduce them to our students, and if they can send their books, that is all I would like. We shall share these with our students.</p>
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<p style="text-align:right;margin-top:5px;font-size:12px">Indira Gandhi against the Himalayas, 1972. By Raghu Rai</p>
<p><strong>AN: I attended a workshop by you in Calcutta, where you said that taking a good photograph is the coming together of mind, body, and spirit. Can you say something about that?</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> The opposite word of <em>yoga</em> is <em>viyog</em> or separation. <em>What is happening?</em> You are sitting somewhere, or you are walking somewhere, and your mind is thinking of something else; so, your mind and spirit are not together. It is that simple.</p>
<p><em>What is yoga?</em> That you control your breathing and you do physical exercise, so that your body and mind come together. And when your body and mind come together, then the spirit takes charge. </p>
<p>A creative moment is an intuitive moment which comes as and when you are 100% present. So, it is all connected. When the connectivity is so complete, <em>hum usko bolte hain ‘darshan’</em> (I call it the divine moment. <em>Darshan</em>, literally-seeing). <em>Jab ‘darshan’ hua toh tasveer main bhi toh darshan hoga na?</em> (When you have this divine moment then it will reflect in your photos.)</p>
<p><strong>AN: You keep mentioning the word <em>darshan</em>.</strong></p>
<p><strong>RR:</strong> Because <em>darshan</em> is a big thing. <em>Darshan</em> is so much more than seeing, witnessing, or glancing. It brings everything together: the energies, vibrations, physicality, and the visual experience. When everything is put together, it makes a whole.</p>
<p><strong>AN: Thank you very much Mr. Rai.</strong></p>
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<p><a href="http://www.magnumphotos.com/C.aspx?VP3=CMS3&#038;VF=MAGO31_10_VForm&#038;ERID=24KL535PGF" target="_blank">View Raghu Rai on Magnum Photos</a> / <a href="http://www.fotovisura.com/user/alakananda" target="_blank">View Alakananda Nag&#8217;s FV-profile</a></p>
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		<title>Latinoamérica by Calle 13 &#8211; English Lyrics</title>
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“Good morning to the beloved listeners of your radio IntiRaymi.</p>
<p>How are you? Are you ok? And, how is everyone in this town of Cuzco? Either way, to everyone outside this town, every person listening, brothers and sisters. Now, I introduce you to the young boys that sing well, they come from the land of Puerto Rico; they are called CALLE 13 and they are bringing us good music. The name of the song is LATINOAMÉRICA (Latin America), Let&#8217;s listen&#8230;”</p>
<p><strong>Song Lyrics:</strong></p>
<p>I am,</p>
<p>I am what they left behind,</p>
<p>I am the leftovers of what they’ve stolen.</p>
<p>A hidden town in the summit,</p>
<p>My skin is of leather that’s why it withstands any weather.</p>
<p>I am a smoke factory,</p>
<p>Peasant labour for your consumption</p>
<p>Cold front in the middle of summer,</p>
<p>Love in the time of cholera, my brother!</p>
<p>I’m the sun that rises and the day that dies,</p>
<p>with the best sunsets.</p>
<p>I am the development in raw flesh,</p>
<p>a political speech without saliva.</p>
<p>The most beautiful faces I have ever met,</p>
<p>I am the picture of a missing person.</p>
<p>I am the blood in your veins,</p>
<p>I am a piece of land which is worthy</p>
<p>I am a basket with beans,</p>
<p>I am Maradona against England scoring two goals.</p>
<p>I am what supports my flag,</p>
<p>The planet’s spine is my mountain range.</p>
<p>I am what my father taught me,</p>
<p>Whoever doesn’t love their country doesn’t love their mother.</p>
<p>I am Latin America,</p>
<p>A nation without legs but still walking.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the wind.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the sun.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the rain.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the heat.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the clouds.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the colours.</p>
<p>You can’t buy my happiness.</p>
<p>You can’t buy my pain.</p>
<p>I have lakes, I have rivers.</p>
<p>I have my teeth for when I smile.</p>
<p>The snow coating my mountains.</p>
<p>I have the sun which dries me and the rain which bathes me.</p>
<p>A dessert drunk on peyote and a drink of pulque to sing with the coyotes. Everything I need.</p>
<p>My lungs breath clean air.</p>
<p>The suffocating altitude.</p>
<p>I am the molars of my mouth chewing coca.</p>
<p>The autumn with its fainting leaves.</p>
<p>The verses written under a starlight night.</p>
<p>A vineyard full of grapes.</p>
<p>A cane plantation under the sun of Cuba.</p>
<p>I am the Caribbean Sea looking after the little houses,</p>
<p>Performing rituals with blessed water.</p>
<p>The wind that combs my hair.</p>
<p>I am all the saints that hang from my neck.</p>
<p>My fight is not fruitless,</p>
<p>Because the manure of my land is natural.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the wind.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the sun.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the rain.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the heat.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the clouds.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the colours.</p>
<p>You can’t buy my happiness.</p>
<p>You can’t buy my pain.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the wind</p>
<p>You can’t buy the sun</p>
<p>You can’t buy the rain</p>
<p>You can’t buy the heat</p>
<p>You can’t buy the clouds</p>
<p>You can’t buy the colours</p>
<p>You can’t buy my happiness</p>
<p>You can’t buy my pain</p>
<p>You can’t buy my happiness</p>
<p>You can’t buy my sadness</p>
<p>You can’t buy the sun.</p>
<p>You can’t buy the rain.</p>
<p>(We draw the path, we walk)</p>
<p>You can’t buy my life.</p>
<p>MY LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.</p>
<p>I work hard but with pride.</p>
<p>Here we share, what’s mine is yours.</p>
<p>This nation doesn’t drown with the waves.</p>
<p>And if it collapses I rebuild it.</p>
<p>I don’t even blink when I look at you,</p>
<p>So you’ll remember my last name.</p>
<p>Operation Condor invading my nest,</p>
<p>I forgive but never forget!</p>
<p>(We walk)</p>
<p>Here struggle is perceived.</p>
<p>(We walk)</p>
<p>I sing to be listened.</p>
<p>Here we stand</p>
<p>Long live Latin America!
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		<title>SERENDIPITY &#124; Veronika Marquez</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2013 01:57:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My name is Veronika Marquez and I am an ex-prostitute. This video is my most sincere contribution, gift and offering to the profession of prostitution. In this video, I play Camille, the other “me” who represents my past as a &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/veronika-marquez-saturday-saints">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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My name is Veronika Marquez and I am an ex-prostitute. This video is my most sincere contribution, gift and offering to the profession of prostitution. In this video, I play Camille, the other “me” who represents my past as a prostitute. I recite a poem written by Jaime Sabines, as an homage to prostitutes who find atonement and convert to saints due to their services rendered. This poem is charged with generosity and virtue, characteristics that I consider to be indispensable to those who work in this profession.</p>
<p>This poem now also belongs to each and everyone of you.</p>
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		<title>STATE OF SOUND &#124; Milován Radovic</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 15:52:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[View English Lyrics In 2011, the Puerto Rican alternative band Calle 13 released the song titled Latinoamérica. Composed by band leader René Pérez, the song is dedicated to Latin America. In the same year, the song won Record of the &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/state-of-sound-milovan-radovic">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p><span class="bigletter-1">I</span>n 2011, the Puerto Rican alternative band <em>Calle 13</em> released the song titled <em>Latinoamérica</em>. Composed by band leader René Pérez, the song is dedicated to Latin America. In the same year, the song won <em>Record of the Year</em> and <em>Song of the Year</em> in the Latin Grammy Awards. Throughout their nine year trajectory, the band has received 19 Latin Grammy and 2 Grammy Awards. The music video for <em>Latinoamérica</em> was directed by Jorge Carmona and Milován Radovic. I had the opportunity to interview music video director, Milován Radovic for this Visura Magazine.</p>
<p><strong>Isabel Gandía: What is your interpretation of the song, <em>Latinoamérica</em>? </strong><br />
<strong>Milován Radovic:</strong> For us, this is not a song. This is the hymn of a nation with all the different types of blood, faces, colors, sunsets and landscapes; it is the hymn that reminds us that we are brothers and that we have more things in common than boundaries. This song is the manifesto of what we are as people, the feelings that unite us, and the claim of a future project in which we are first Latin Americans and then everything else.</p>
<p><strong>IG: What is the the music video <em>LatinoAmérica</em> about?</strong><br />
<strong>MR:</strong> This music video is an attempt to make visible all these points of union; to join together from the action; and to reveal us as indivisible heartbeats driven by the same heart—one which does not distinguish any boundaries created by maps nor differences that result from fear. This music video is an attempt to remind us that we are all running together through the same arteries and from that feeling we can articulate concrete actions.</p>
<p><strong>IG: How was this music video realized?</strong><br />
<strong>MR:</strong> This video is an example of the message that inspired it; a tremendous team effort that brought together a team from nine Latin American countries, including Spain, during a process that lasted more than seven months. In total, we shot for 29 days in 3 countries; most of the video was almost filmed in a documentary style. Except for the radio scene—which is reproduced in the home of a family in Cuzco—all the other scenarios existed prior to the video. The art direction transpired by identifying elements that helped us appeal to all the possible realities, both by the use of geography and clothing. Most of the video was shot on 16mm; the rest was a combination of RED, 35mm and a 5D layout.</p>
<p><strong>IG: The animation was an important element in the video. Who is the artist? What is his/her role in the video?</strong><br />
<strong>MR:</strong>  In fact, many artists were involved in this part, starting with the drawing of the heart that, contrary to what many believe, was not made in 3D. The Merida Brothers carved the heart and made sure to make the necessary mechanic arrangements so that it beat to the rhythm that we needed. The graffiti was designed and executed by <em>Entes y Pésimo</em> (Entities and Terrible), one of the best duos in Latin American <em>street art</em> today. We asked them to do a work inspired by the theme. We recorded the process and it was animated during post-production. Finally, the 2D animations were done freehand by the designer and artist Gabriel Rojas.</p>
<p><strong>IG: Does the theme in this music video exclusively address Latin America?  Or, does it touch on universal themes, in which case, what are they for you?</strong><br />
<strong>MR:</strong> The theme of this song clearly addresses Latin America, but we feel that the message of unity, brotherhood and connection, that this music video and song propose, apply to all mankind. All of the people in the world, at some point, have been oppressed people who have fought to find their freedom and place in the world. Someday, we will be mature enough to understand that the human project is not viable if one of us is left out.</p>
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<em>To learn more about the Milován Radovic&#8217;s work, visit <a href="http://www.patria.pe">www.patria.pe</a></em>
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		<title>BETSY SCHNEIDER &#124; Sweet Is The Swamp</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2013 03:45:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Galleries: Sweet is the Swamp (series 1) &#124; Quotidian (series 2) I have been long interested in the experience of childhood. Even when I myself was a child, I remember telling myself that this was a special place in life, &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/betsy-schneider-sweet-is-the-swamp">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<div class="vText2ColLeft"><span class="bigletter-1">I</span> have been long interested in the experience of childhood. Even when I myself was a child, I remember telling myself that this was a special place in life, and I remember feeling sad when I felt it slipping away. At the same time, I do not believe that childhood is as carefree or easy as we often tell ourselves. I do believe, however, that there is beauty, poetry and magic in those years; and, ever since I was a child, I have been searching for these in my art. </p>
<p><strong>Fifteen years ago</strong>, I began photographing my daughter, literally within 24 hours of her birth. She is my life and muse. Since her birth, I have developed two different bodies of work titled <em>Sweet is the Swamp</em> and <em>Quotidian</em>, which have their genesis in my experience and relationships with my daughter and son. </p>
<p>For the series titled <em>Quotidian</em>, I photographed my daughter Madeleine daily from birth until well past her eleventh birthday. I would say that <em>Quotidian</em> is more directly about family and parenthood. </p>
<p>A few days before Madeleine was born, I bought a camera and began to take a daily photo. It quickly became a family ritual and through the course of the eleven years, her grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends took turns taking the photos while Madeleine was in their care. I also photographed her brother daily, but he decided to stop posing before he was five years old. </p>
<p>The work is straightforward: repeated pictures of a child who is changing imperceptibly from day to day, consequently aligned next to each other to portray a month or a year. When you see the final result, these are specific images of Madeleine; but, in the end, she is every child, every person. It is simple, basic, and still, in some ways, impossible to believe that we transform from a tiny being to an adult. </p>
<p><span style="font-weight:bold">The series <em style="font-weight:bold">Sweet is the Swamp</em> addresses</span> issues of childhood, memory and fantasy.  I titled the work <em>Sweet is the Swamp</em> from a poem by Emily Dickinson, an artist who never had children, and who&#8217;s poem speaks of the dark and beautiful side, as well as the secrets and fleeting nature of childhood. </p>
<p>I revisit childhood as I watch my children experience it, and I make pictures out of what I see and experience. I am not interested in creating any kind of narrative or documentary, but rather I want to evoke feelings.</p>
<p><strong>There are virtually no adults in either of these projects.</strong> When they appear in the images they are in the blurs in the background or they are cropped out by the composition leaving only a hand or a foot. In fact, in those images the adults almost seem to be invading the child’s space.  I envision the adults in my picture to be like those in Charlie Brown—reduced to meaningless speech: “Blah, Blah, blah, blah, blah”.
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<em>So, what do I see when I take pictures?</em> Sometimes, I see my kids as a parent, and I think they are beautiful and fascinating. Other times, I see my children learning or experiencing a new thing in life. Still, it is also true that I see colors, light and clichés, like a kid with an ice cream cone; or, anti-clichés—like a naked boy with a hat and a toy gun. I see pleasure and indulgence; color and messiness; a ritual or an absurdity. Sometimes, I do see my own childhood, even though my children really do not remind me of myself. </p>
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<p style="border: 0; padding: 0;">Sweet is the Swamp with its Secrets<br />
Until we meet a Snake;<br />
’Tis then we sigh for houses<br />
And our departure take<br />
At that enthralling gallop</p>
<p style="border: 0; padding: 0;">That only childhood knows.<br />
A snake is summer’s treason<br />
And guile is where it goes.</p>
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<p><strong>I photograph the things I love.</strong>  The whole premise of both of these projects is exactly that—I make pictures of the most important people in my life, as I go about my day.  I photograph the people I love so that I can make art that is not really about them. Ideally, the pictures come from something beyond us that is created. The pictures are not documentary evidence of what happened. I am not recording, in this body of work at least, my children’s childhood. It is probably more accurate to say that I am projecting my own vision onto their childhood. </p>
<p>Motherhood is intense, real and valuable. However, the codified idea of motherhood makes me really uncomfortable, so many expectations come with it. I do not want the label of a mother who makes pictures of her kids. Yet, here I am driving carpools, picking up legos, preparing lunches and photographing all of these moments. When the images work, it’s the best thing in the world because it means that I am simultaneously making good art and being a good parent. That is a rush. </p>
<p>While my art and life coexist, they are not the same. I don’t think the images themselves are really about my kids or their friends or being a mother or a parent. I believe, or maybe I hope, they are about much bigger things.  That said, there is always the danger that in the end, an ice cream cone is just an ice cream cone, and baby pictures are just baby pictures; but I don’t really think so.</p>
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		<title>DAVID J. CAROL &#124; No Plan B</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 12:41:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a kid, I never traveled anywhere. My parents would go away sometimes, but they never took me along. I was only on a plane once before the age of 20. I was sent alone to Florida one summer to &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/david-carol-no-plan-b">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<span class="bigletter-1">A</span>s a kid, I never traveled anywhere. My parents would go away sometimes, but they never took me along. I was only on a plane once before the age of 20. I was sent alone to Florida one summer to visit my grandparents for a week. I still remember exiting the plane and being hit in the face with that warm, humid and aromatic tropical air. An unfamiliar yet quite exciting experience. To this day I am still very conscious of the smell, temperature and feel of the air of a new place as I deplane.</p>
<p>The first real trip I ever took was a cross-country drive with my friend Tom Vincent. I was around 20 years old and I wanted to take pictures and do a <em>road trip</em> in the spirit of Jack Kerouac. We did not have a car so we decided to do a <em>one way car delivery</em>: that is where a person pays a company to have their car delivered to some far away place by professional drivers; I was the professional driver.</p>
<p>It was a Fiat Convertible that needed to arrive in Denver, Colorado within five days from the time the car was handed to us. The hope was we would get it there in time and undamaged to collect the generous tip from the happy car owner on its arrival. I think our compensation from the company was a full tank of gas and the right to use the car as our own transportation to get us two thirds of the way across the United States. There are a few good stories I could report during that 7 or 8 day trip (which would include not receiving a tip, and in fact were reprimanded for being late) but, there is something much more important that I learned on my first adventure on the road.</p>
<p>During this trip, I realized that I wanted to be a photographer and travel the world. I wanted to stay in motels and drive on every back road I could find. Actually, I never wanted to come home. The plan became <em>be a photographer</em>. There was no Plan B&#8230; and there still isn&#8217;t one.</p>
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		<title>NINA BERMAN &#124; 15 Minutes Apart</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[These pictures, taken 15 minutes and 50 feet apart, originated from an email sent by a stranger last spring asking me to donate a print for a fundraiser. For whatever reason, maybe it was her boldness, or the photo of &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/nina-berman-13">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<span class="bigletter-1">T</span>hese pictures, taken 15 minutes and 50 feet apart,  originated from an email sent by a stranger last spring asking me to donate a print for a fundraiser.</p>
<p>For whatever reason, maybe it was her boldness,  or the photo of her smiling behind a face mask, but something about Julie Flynn and her story, made me respond.</p>
<p>Julie, 33, had been a civilian marine engineer on a navy ship in support of the Iraq War. She was the smallest in her crew and a perfect fit for the tightest most hazardous confines of the engine room, where she breathed diesel fumes, exhaust and chemicals. Onboard, she also received the anthrax vaccine.</p>
<p>When Julie returned home, she fell ill, she believes as a result of her service at sea.</p>
<p>Still, she needed work and the one job available was at a refuse power plant, where she spent her days covered in toxic ash.  </p>
<p>Her health deteriorated.</p>
<p><strong>  In her own words, Julie describes her condition:  </strong></p>
<p><em>Today, I suffer from severe Multiple Chemical Sensitivity and Toxicant induced loss of tolerance. My symptoms are severe and life disabling. When exposed to chemicals found in hairspray, perfume, lotions, deodorants, sunscreens, plastics, inks from papers, car exhaust, chimney smoke and more, I suffer from neurological seizure-like episodes and pass out. Additionally, I suffer from painful neuropathy of my feet; swollen and painful joints; severe pain in my esophagus and trouble swallowing; chronic muscle twitching, painful migraines, confusion, cognitive dysfunction, GI dysfunction, intolerance to most foods, and more. Due to the Esophagus pain and problems I’m restricted to a largely liquid diet. I’m a young 33-year-old woman with an Engineering Degree and a Masters Degree in Leadership, however, I’m for the most part imprisoned in the four walls of my bedroom within my parents’ house. My reactions are so severe that every time members of my family come home from work, I suffer from neurological seizure-like reactions due to the chemicals from other people and room deodorizers penetrating their clothes and hair.      </em>
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<strong>She needed money to remodel her home</strong> and make it chemically free so she dreamed up the idea for a fundraiser.  I donated a print and traveled to Worcester, Massachusetts for the event.</p>
<p>I spent time with her at her mother’s home, where she lives with her partner. She felt strong enough to venture outdoors in the enclosed porch in the back, where we sat and watched the sun and the summer rain. Through one of the windows, I saw a rainbow emerge. Wanting to get a better look, I found her mother and we went out front and crossed the road. </p>
<p><strong>For 15 minutes, we stood there captivated.</strong> It was beautiful. Her mother said she was sure that this was going to be a better year for her daughter. She said blossoms on a tree in her yard, which had been dormant, returned for the first time that year. And now this rainbow.</p>
<p>  At that moment, I thought of the freedom that comes with being healthy; to be able to stand in one place, and simply look. I thought about what it means to have a view or be without one: the parameters of one’s life.</p>
<p>  I reflected on my good fortune to be standing at this place and at that moment, and witness a mother wishing into a rainbow that her daughter will have a happy and healthy life again. I thought about what it means to appreciate the natural world and the ways we brutalize that world with pollutants, toxins chemicals and poison perfumes. Meanwhile, Julie sat locked in a house, 50 feet away, with an oxygen tank; once a healthy woman, now, a casualty of the modern world. </p>
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		<title>LARRY FINK &#124; Apple Of My Eye</title>
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<small>Untitled, 2012. Photo by Larry Fink</small></p>
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		<title>JENN ACKERMAN &#124; Trapped</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Photographs: Trapped Films: Trapped / Inmate Watchers / Officer Interviews Trapped portrays the life and conditions of the prisoners with mental illness at the Kentucky State Reformatory. My hope is that this long term and ongoing project triggers a dialogue &#8230; <a href="http://www.visuramagazine.com/jenn-ackerman-trapped">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>Photographs: <a href="http://b5.fotovisura.com/user/VisuraMagazine/view/jenn-ackerman-trapped" target="jenn-ackerman-trapped" style="padding-left:10px;padding-right:15px;border-right:1px solid #999;margin-right:10px">Trapped</a> Films: <a href="http://player.vimeo.com/video/56766307" style="padding:10px;" target="jenn-ackerman-trapped">Trapped</a> / <a href="http://player.vimeo.com/video/56765021" style="padding:10px;" target="jenn-ackerman-trapped">Inmate Watchers</a> / <a href="http://player.vimeo.com/video/56763216" style="padding:10px;" target="jenn-ackerman-trapped">Officer Interviews</a></p>
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<p><span class="bigletter-1">T</span>rapped portrays the life and conditions of the prisoners with mental illness at the Kentucky State Reformatory. My hope is that this long term and ongoing project triggers a dialogue not only about prison reform but the mental health crisis in America. </p>
<p style="margin-bottom:35px;">I began photographing inside the Kentucky State Reformatory prison in 2008, after reading an article in the New York Times that mentioned the growing population of mentally ill inmates. At first, I was given 10 days to photograph the story. The warden granted me three months of unrestricted access into the psychiatric unit, after I produced the first short film. It was in this unit, where I spent most of my time documenting.</p>
<div class="quote-13-1">I have seen how medicine can help and hurt, and how isolation in prison is not the answer for most people with mental illness.</div>
<p>Mental illness has become an increasingly important issue in the United States due to the significant growth of mentally ill patients in the prison system and the healthcare crisis in America. The continuous withdrawal of mental health funding has turned jails and prisons across the nation into the default mental health facilities. As a result, the prison system, designed for security, is now forced to address mental illness. Furthermore, mentally ill patients are now trapped inside these ill-equipped facilities with nowhere else to go to receive the necessary treatment for their condition.</p>
<p>The problem with the mental health system in the United States did not spring up overnight. Since the 1960s, there has been a shift from housing the mentally ill in hospitals to locking them in prison. Everyone thought that the mental health hospitals were inhumane. As a response, people with mental illnesses were released from the hospitals with the hopes that the communities would integrate them. The goal was to reduce the number of mental health patients housed in government-operated institutions and to shift the care to local communities, where programs would be created to handle their special needs. However, that did not happen and these people were left without access to treatment and adequate housing. The deinstitutionalization began the cycle of homelessness and incarceration for the mentally ill. </p>
<p>According to the United States Department of Justice, the number of Americans with mental illnesses incarcerated in the nation’s prisons and jails is disproportionately high. In Kentucky alone, it is estimated that 25 percent of all Kentucky prisoners are afflicted with a serious mental health problems such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. To alleviate the strain in the state’s prisons and jails, the Kentucky Department of Corrections decided to concentrate its efforts in one location. In 1998, it created the Correctional Psychiatric Treatment Unit at the Kentucky State Reformatory. What began as a 13-bed unit has grown into a 150-bed treatment unit for the state’s most severely mentally ill inmates. While this is progress for the department of corrections, their priority is security. As a result, they acknowledge that they are not able to meet the needs of this new and growing population.</p>
<blockquote><p>I witnessed a reality most people do not even know exists in America.</p></blockquote>
<p>Our prison system needs reform. That being said, it took me only a couple of days—behind the walls of the prison hearing the cries of the mentally ill prisoners—to realize the complexity of this issue. It has become increasingly hard for people with mental illness to get consistent treatment in the community. Many of them find refuge and treatment for the first time in the prison system, one that is an inadequate facility for this population.</p>
<p>During the three months, I left the prison everyday feeling the same way the warden and the doctors do. On one hand, I wanted to help these men, but I felt helpless. Most days I spent listening to their stories and songs, and learning about their demons in their minds. Some days, I was frightened by their violence and others I left the prison heartbroken. I had to remind myself that many of these men had done heinous things. There were also days when I was reminded that some of these men have faded into a correctional or prison system without hope of ever being released.</p>
<p>When I started the project, I had no idea the impact it was going to have on my life. Whenever you witness something like this, something that people in the community rarely see or talk about, the experience impacts your view of the world. And this project did just that for me. Most people that are considered a nuisance in our society have nowhere to go and no one really to take care of them. Through this project, I have seen how medicine can help and hurt, and how isolation in prison is not the answer for most people with mental illness. I am now a huge supporter of funding for mental health centers and mental health funding in our communities. This is a viable way to keep people with mental illness from cycling in and out of the prison system, which is ultimately more expensive for our society.</p>
<p>I witnessed these men cry. I saw them hit themselves so hard in the head that they bled. I watched as they threw their feces at the officers with anger and desperation. I witnessed a reality most people do not even know exists in America. These men are outcasts of society and their voices are rarely heard.</p>
<p>This is their story.</p>
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By Jenn Ackerman<br />
<a href="http://jennackerman.com/" target="_blank">www.jennackerman.com</a>
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