Bissera Videnova

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Shortlisted Belfast Photo Festival

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Clients: Fatal Flaw American Writers Review

School: Magnum Mentorship, ICP School Photoconcept

I remember my grandmother vague...hout a sparkle in her big eyes.

I remember my grandmother vaguely. I was 6 when he asked my mother to eat for the last time. Then they sent me to the neighbors for a few days. Mom was crying when I came back. He said: one day, you will rejoice. In this photo, my grandmother is 19 (1908), a teacher in Shumen (Bulgaria). She is with a large family in the other images, tired and without a sparkle in her big eyes.

Florida is watercolor. The firs...he left us was with that color.

Florida is watercolor. The first thing I thought and still think about after two years of living in this state. Watercolor because of the colors and light because of the blurred shadows and fast-moving clouds. When I saw this reflection, I immediately thought of my grandmother. The day she left us was with that color.

Grief shrinks a man. At sevente..., where the river springs from.

Grief shrinks a man. At seventeen, I was already without both my parents. I felt like nobody; I belonged neither in heaven nor on earth. The photo is a collage from my children's picture and a shot captured when the plane descended over Serbia, upstream of the Nishava River, before landing in Bulgaria, where the river springs from.

Balloons in my childhood were r...he shadow of my lost childhood.

Balloons in my childhood were rare, and if there were, they were expensive, thick, ugly, and burst quickly. My parents thought it was an unnecessary expense. This balloon accidentally hit me. It wasn't for me either, but it was perfect. I stole its shadow, like the shadow of my lost childhood.

I love to travel and not drive,...unisia, in the winter of 1967.

I love to travel and not drive, but to observe the road that physically takes me somewhere, while my emotional memory brings me past things I don't even remember.
In the picture is my mother with a pram, in which I am, a local with my camel. The photo was taken in El Jem Tunisia, in the winter of 1967.

The speed accelerates over time...ore expensive his childhood is.

The speed accelerates over time. The years begin to run faster, and the older a person gets, the more expensive his childhood is.

My father was a sports doctor a...is time I tell him what I saw.

My father was a sports doctor and traveled almost all over the world. He often told me where I should go, and what I could miss. Under socialism, it was almost impossible to reach the United States legally.
I often take pictures of this 7th train station in Queens, NY, and imagine my father still leading me by the hand, but this time I tell him what I saw.

Traveling in space is my way of...ected my child and my parents.

Traveling in space is my way of traveling through time.
As a child, I first saw a mirage in the desert - the asphalt of the road and the sand of the desert trembled and constantly blurred their boundaries. I thought that something was wrong with me and that I might be dying, or rather that this was how dying began. My mother and father reassured me that it was just a mirage.

We traveled through stuffy Florida. My husband was driving; I was enjoying the road. My son, who was in the front seat, turned and asked me - do you see the ocean and the road trembling? It was just a mirage, I replied and felt the invisible golden thread that reconnected my child and my parents.

Somewhere in the enlightened is... with the past and the present.

Somewhere in the enlightened is our today, which exists simultaneously with the past and the present.

In the evening, somewhere befor...d myself again to move forward.

In the evening, somewhere before the end of the blue hour, the mystical time begins. My favorite time of day, regardless of the season, the moment when I am completely lost and looking for signs and ways to find myself again to move forward.

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Shortlisted Belfast Photo Festival

bissera videnova

Mar 6, 2022

The Speed of My Life
This series of photos is inspired by one of my poems.
These photos are de-Profundis personal and emotional -I needed something close to me. The phone connects me with my son. I wanted to involve my parents in as in a conference call. The photos I took were to show them something I liked, was excited about, or reminded me of them. The photos' format is 1:1 because the square's shape tends to stop the movement, the speed, to seal it at a standstill. To limit the experience, take me out of the deep emotionality that sometimes threatens to suck me.

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