Reading Beneath the ‘Faces’: Serge Anton’s Photography and the Non-Local Discreetness of Each Moments

Tonpa Shenrab Miwo Bon Monastery Nepal

Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Triten Norbutse (Bon) Monastery, Nepal, photograph by Joy Roy Choudhury

Sometimes I do wonder what makes a photograph so fascinating. Is it the observed or the capture, or, the technology used to observe the observed, or, something hidden beneath the observed that it brings out, some recurrent pattern or archetype that gives the photograph something to stand out from the clutter of objects in our every day life. Does the photograph throw any light on the mind of the photographer? Does it tell anything about his level of perception, as he is the one who is choosing the subject of his photography? Adding another perspective to it, does the photograph hold a key or passport to eternity? Lets look into it. If the photograph captures a moment or say a decisive moment, then we are talking about a precise fragment of space-time which is discreet or can be called a quanta. Instead of thinking about the linearity of time because our neural networking is conditioned that way, we can think about discontinuous moments and there are infinitesimal gaps in between these moments. At the subquantum level, these are interference patterns of wave fronts which are captured in the photograph. Through the photograph is a presence because our brains are Fourier analyzing the wave forms, they are  in fact frequencies which have their origin not at the manifested level of reality but at the implicate level which is the quantum potential. Out of that quantum potential, the photographer is able to manifest one aspect of it in a kind of coordinated movement (also called Holomovement by David Bohm). What does it then tell about the photograph? Though the photograph is a local thing-event, but, what is fundamental is the deeper reality behind it, not, time but the timeless that it represents. That is possible because the photographer is a witness or observer- he is not adding anything to reality. He just capturing “things as they are”. And these discreet ”thing-events” (ji) are like mirrors reflecting each other ad infinitum creating an orchestrated dance like billions of jewels in a necklace each reflecting each other and thereby creating an entire ensemble through mutual interpenetration. Each jewel or dew drop reflects the whole (though of lower resolution) and is a passport to the timeless and the eternal.

The Face Is The Mirror Of The Soul – Serge Anton

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I would like all of you to have a look at Serge’s work, these faces capture the timeless frozen in time. The observer’s consciousness have archived those beautiful moments that capture the essence of existence and bliss. This is what reality is all about – at both levels, the manifested biological level of physical forms, and, at a deeper fundamental level of subquantum reality, the level of the formless or the unmanifest which is more fundamental.  It is the TAO or the Brahman Or the Void which manifests our individuality out of love and compassion (karuna), and if you use the great wisdom or ”maha-prajna” then everything goes back into the timeless as possibilities in consciousness, into the formless undifferentiated, unborn Self which you verily are -”Tat Tvam Asi” (That Thou Art). Here, the photographer is the SEER, the witness, all-pervasive, perfect, non-dual, free, intelligent, action-less, desire-less, unattached and serene – that is the true nature of the Self. The moment photographed is the beautiful tapestry of wordless silence, each face having its own narrative which reflects all other narratives – faces reflecting each other and resembling the whole, the ensemble in a synergistic dance that comes from “the empty theater and empty circus and empty universe
ready to accommodate any act and any audience”. (Buckminster Fuller on Vector Equilibrium)

So, you can take a look at Serge Anton’s work from his book Faces by Lannoo Publishers and enjoy every discreet moment.

FACES from Lannoo Publishers is an exquisitely designed book of beautiful portraits taken by internationally renowned photographer, Serge Anton. Each portrait has been photographed on Anton’s countless travels in Africa and Asia over the last 30 years.

Each portrait tells wordless stories, as they reveal a certain resemblance in the exotic faces of faraway cultures- details in their eyes and wrinkles that seem to reflect the wisdom of lifetimes. There is no text to explain each portrait as Anton wants readers to be intrigued by the portrait no matter where, how or when it was taken.

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For More Information on Serge Anton’s work, pls get in touch with

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CAROL LEGGETT PUBLIC RELATIONS

39 West 14th Street Suite 405

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(212) 727-2155

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The Grateful Dead Image and the Unmanifest Sunyata: Quantum Gates to the Supramental World

Grateful Dead, Winterland 1973

Grateful Dead, Winterland 1973

Consciousness-Analogue

Steps that follow steps

From past’s thisness to the future’s present

A moment on the event horizon

Receding backwards into nano trahouf infinity

Forward in the sequence of yaweh

This was not built like that

That it is not

That was a dream; chariots graze the sun when the horse is sleeping

The charioteer is the absence of non-local signifier in the quantum higgs field

The chariot itself the sign

All empty and nothing preconceived

Absolute rests in conscious awakening

 

Buddha, an occult primer of the sun vast rhetoric of helium serpents

Elohim Creating Adam, William Blake, Tate Gallery, London

Elohim Creating Adam, William Blake, Tate Gallery, London

Swallowing the destiny as Krishna blows the sacred conch

The sky, red as the pabulum of Christ, bids the day goodbye

Night uncovers the multiple worlds

Dawn awakens the psychic self under the bark of a dead tree

Monsoon heralds the flow of language

Words are rivers flowing like conscient petals towards fragrance of perfection

Civilization takes quantum leaps connecting with unknown vibrations from the distant stars

Mind is the master of the future gods

Mind is nothing but the worshipped spectrum of light

Mind is photonic transferred potential from arhan-singularity

El shaddai adonai

Elohim el

E. Schrödinger

E. Schrödinger

The tree of life green like the seven seas

Watches the actors plunged into a deep ocean

Some got the ambrosia, others got nothing at all

All else was poison that became manna through my evolution

Creative circuits cause death’s immobility transform life’s trance into immortal love

Retrocausality makes sense; love was the cause that came after karma

Karma came not before wisdom but after death

Death was the pragmatic choice of burning every solitary second into rebirth

We negotiate with the plan – we can change this creation

Are you ready for this stuff?

Or else do your own.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

Nevra-Celestial Radio Links Via Ebher Mode Ether from Supramental Creations to the Sacred Pietà of the Ancient Redwoods in California

Neyunkav Eternal, Samij Datta, 2012

Nevra-Celestial Radio Links Via Ebher Mode Ether from Supramental Creations to the Sacred Pietà of the Ancient Redwoods in California

Consciousness-Analogue

The thirsty man throws his golden spear at the sky

Automatic mind-act kinegorims bring rain

His fears are washed away at his feet by the flowing rivers

Krishna Godavari talking to Dnieper Don and Belaya

Grasses grow like five-inch nails and bleed like the sun

The moon is a viper intoxicating the soul with the epiphanies of Stephen Dedalus

The comedy came from the dark side of the chapter performing burlesque in All That Jazz

Systems adapt to systems – time is an inflexible memory of elastic re-cognition

Dance on the highway to the stars                   

Ping your emotions to the Redwoods

The leaves of acacia can protect your soul

The unlit fire thou art knowledge of the ancient father of the flocks

Is the black viscous semi-fluid of the perennial seasons?

Ask the humming bird to check your inbox

And come back after a week with a quill to write a song

We will meet again far above the frozen lines of death. Anon!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: Eddie Condon All Stars – Tiger Rag And All That Jazz Cover Art

WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY! (The Alblackica Journey)

WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY!

 The timeless way is the red dharma, the bazuta-swan of the Eisenstein that flies into the waters of the etheric sea with the multi-cloud fascination of the penumbra in the circle of the original unity; who flies with thee O Father of the lands? The tree is the cult of the primeval space, green as it looks in the broken hands of the meadows of grey earth, I have seen the Surya-rose horses drink from the Polynesian pools of an unupbraided innocence where Nicholas Roerich dreamt the savage cross in the genealogy of Lévy-Brühl, or in the alma-matter of an anthropologist who opened his book to revisit the first days when the moon’s octet was the lotus of a yellow sign in the wild rose of fashion, its perfume was diffused by the refraction of colors in the density of the mental primal-frame of Idaho.

Running with time, time asked the logocentric partners of a question-less identity, questions that are rough and blank,  through the mask of a painter not Stephen Dedalus but Lautréamont in the impossible barycentric heliograph of the zebra nails of spring; who else is going with you to the origin of origins if not Toulouse-Lautrec and the mannequin of the yellow Christ of Paul Gauguin? Alone with the letters in the Vitruvian cornices, the lines of poetry here are the defragmentation of a self of Artificial Intelligence: all without you and me, the life is a history of the shells in the cells and without the shells there is nothing much more to add on. Turn the wind into the energy of the sun and give waters back their lakes that you so much destroyed.

– Joy Roy Choudhury