"فيلم"... الحرب صورة صورة ، مجلة فن التصوير اللبنانية _العدد ١

Film... The war is an image of an image.

Pictures of war are heartbreaking, like the war itself. The pictures of war are not fantasies, they are not hummed, photographed, or painted and engraved. Rather, it is the war that has become an eternal image and form that captures the memory of adults and children in Lebanon and the world. Photography in times of war is not the art of representing people, things and ideas in colors. Rather, photography is the magnitude and horror of reality without exaggeration. There is no shortage of black and white war images that entered a dark black box on a plate that is susceptible to light15. And the art of proving the war was through the silent speaking image, and the photojournalist in the Lebanon war, who photographed the living and inanimate beings, and the venerable, was walking between bullet and bullet, shrapnel and its sister - he was jumping with fate and fate to take a picture for remembrance and remembrance, perhaps in the memory of the war on Lebanon what will benefit the believers and unbelievers. - Ca A Pictures of the war, I wrote it, photographic equipment distinguished the Bekaa and various, and I ran after the event in Beirut and the south and the valley of the sweeping pictures that swept all the pictures - fleeing in every direction and the fire encircling them, everything ignites and a corpse and blood irrigates the land that dies a naked child, a lollipop and a ball in His little hand and his sister pulled him with his free hand and devastated looks. Among the pictures of the war, a young man from the civil defense carries with his terrible hand an unknown hand that has been amputated by the known war - the severed hand still keeps its wristwatch with the remains of a torn shirt. A young man carries his mother or grandmother on his back and walks with her towards salvation. We entered the age of premature old age - in the hospital an old woman fell into a complete collapse on a burnt man near her and burning to escape from the fire burning images - the fire almost devoured images, young men racing and the war of death on the Corniche


Missiles, warplanes, rocket launchers, air-to-ground death, and ground-to-ground death. And a person opens his hands after the fire has consumed everything. A smashed corpse on fire, ambulances, others on fire or overturned, and photographers capturing some life and a lot of death. A child rubs his eyes and peeps at the camera, with sadness and anger, as he sits in the orphanage, in front of him is a straw chair, around him and around him a burning car, and in front of it is a victim on the ground strewn with shrapnel and blood. And a man whose body was torn apart by the war, so he opened his hand to madness or salvation. A corpse in a car and a bullet in the back of the driver while he is lying on the side seat. A man carries his mattress between the destroyed buildings without blinding his eyes. Luminous bombs as if they were frontal flashes of light or thunderstorms or coming with black clouds. A plane is burning in the sky of the south. Two sheikhs running towards safety and security, two crutches, demolished houses, ruin-like destruction, unspeakable devastation, two black glasses, a dark camera box, a child among the rubble who knows nothing, as if he is the only witness and knower waiting for the new birth, muttering, “In the war of adults, what is the fault of childhood?” ? ! A touching picture of two men and an injured child, the grandfather carrying the injured child, and the father holding a bottle of serum, as they walk through the streets of Sidon, to reach a bottle of milk (pepperoni) that fell to the ground, and the mother is trying to pick it up, and her baby is hoping and hoping. Men - Marines - come out of the sea, the beach of safety. The picture is not from the Second World War, it is a picture from the Lebanon War, and enough of a Lebanese soldier protecting the Lebanese family's fence, and a smile for the flag.


A photo from a demonstration of the Lebanese flags on the Lebanon Bridge, which the war could not destroy. One flag, not two flags. Water cannons trying to extinguish the fire of war and Lebanon for peace - written Hafez, a steel, red, white, then red, in the middle of the eternally white cedar. Pictures monitoring war and peace in Lebanon, chasing the victim. A flash hits the executioner with pictures recorded in the war film's memory. . Photographers are the horses of the written, broadcast and visual press. They run in every union, as they neigh with them and race their dreams. Many were killed by their dream in an image, and some of them were killed by the image of their war cameras to take a picture of the war. In the war, the photojournalist many times without dying. The mistake the photojournalist writes in a moment informs an article, and the distinctive image is the only sure news, and the free opinion is the recognized crime and the clear and constant presumption, as if he was photographing the surprise, racing, the moment and the moment, riding danger and riding adventure and risk for the sake of a snapshot that he takes and captures, crams it and crams it into the corner of art, maneuvers the photojournalist, sneezing »with a glimmer of condolence And he gets naked and talks, gambling everything for the sake of an image that may later become what war or peace broke out. People may not receive what they read or hear, but they will never receive what they see. A photograph does not know distortion or bias, and it does not conspire to hide the truth. The picture here does not lie or fabricate. The view - the view of war, moment by moment, and the view of peace, step by step 23 PUS C K Abdullah Abboud

"فيلم"... الحرب صورة صورة

"فيلم"... الحرب صورة صورة