It’s in our name. Paris ART and Movie Awards. Why is that ? Because cinema is art, of course. But what about art ? What is the art, is it the goal, the end of the trail, or what you see walking along ? Is art what we are, or what we want to show of ourselves ?
Today, art is becoming, again, a tool we have to use to react to society, our ways of live. Art is what connects us to the others, what helps us focus on our humanity, or the spark that makes us want to destroy it all… And start again from scratch. To me, art is life.
Matt Beurois, founder of the Paris Art and Movie Awards.
SEA AND SALT by Wellington Rodrigues, GERMANY
Spain has many impressive landscapes and fascinating destinations, but one of the most amazing natural resorts are the salty pink lakes in Torrevieja. In this beautiful coastal resort you can find two beautiful salt lakes: a blue-green one called La Mata lagoon and the other, of an impressive pink colour, known as Torrevieja lagoon; both connected to the sea by canals.
In the 19th century, the salt was mainly shipped from the town by Swedish and Dutch ships. At the time, there was only limited demand from other regions of Spain, mainly Galicia and to a lesser extent, Valencia.
FACES OF THE EARTH by Merthan Kortan, TURKEY
“There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.” Ansel Adams
I think portrait photography is the most important part of the photography. What inspires me is simply “People’s emotions, lives and situations”. Your subject is the hero of your shot and life. You capture history. You touch other lives and learn their story.My photos are taken from the some cities of Turkey.
FREEDOM, by Andrea Busco, ITALY
Love, loss and reflecting what is true.
THE CABIN, by Taylor Ann, USA
A lonely little cabin on a little grassy hill.
Just shy of being 180 years old, this little historic cabin never fails to leave you wondering. What was life like when this small home had a family within its walls? What stories could the logs tell and show if they could?
A tiny room, just one room, a little stove fireplace with an old table and two chairs on a dusty wooden floor. All within the perimeter of a small rustic fence, on the property of a local township park, it was moved from its original location across town for the enjoyment of all who visit this park.
How many stories could it tell us that have happened in it over its lifetime? We’ll never know, because even cabins have their secrets.
