The old lady…..de oude dame

This portrait is made for a command I had.I was living at that time in the same apartment building which was actually a service flat for elderly’s. The theme I had to work with for my study was family.Due to the fact I don’t have any family left, I thought to knock on the door of some of the elderly people I got to know and were visiting regularly.Some of the ladies I had in mind to do a portrait series with were very enthusiastic and some of them didn’t know what to do with my idea.Now, I’m a type of person that works in accordance of the moment its self and this also applies to work as a photographer. When I was standing on the doormat of this lovely lady she looked very nervous. So, I sat down and we drunk first a nice cup of tea to bring her, the surroundings of her apartment into a relaxing mood. In the meanwhile, I was preparing my gear for the coming shoot.Just on the moment that I felt ready for the work, I saw her sitting in her favorite chair being in her mind.At the same time, I felt her fear and insecurity arising in her, ‘cause she was now showing the state of beingness that not many have seen from her before and to someone, she just started to get to know better.That is what you can feel and see in this portrait.

 

Deze foto is gemaakt voor een opdracht die ik had te doen.Ik woonde toendertijd in een service flat voor ouderen. De opdracht die luidde was een familie foto te  maken. Aangezien ik zelf niet meer deel van een fysieke familie ben, bedacht ik om aan te kloppen bij ouderen bij wie ik met enige regelmaat langs kwam. Sommige waren reuze enthousiast en anderen wisten niet zo goed raad met wat ze nu konden en moesten verwachten. Nu ben ik het type mens dat alles doet vanuit het moment zo ook dus met mijn fotografie. Toen ik bij deze dame binnenkwam was zij ook heel zenuwachtig. We hebben eerst even een paar kopjes thee gedronken om haar en het moment in ontspanning te brengen. Ondertussen maakte ik mijn apparatuur gereed en op het moment dat ik voelde om aan het werk te gaan toen zat zij in haar stoel ingedachten te zijn.Tegelijkertijd voelde ik ook een vorm van angst en onzekerheid in haar opkomen want ze gaf zich zomaar aan iemand bloot die ze maar een beetje kende. En dat is wat in deze foto te voelen en te zien is…

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