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PHOTOGRAPHY THE BEAST WITHOUT THE BEAUTY

In nature everything is balanced: the ugly is balanced with the beautiful, the beauty with the monstrosity, the good with the bad. Everything is in perfect balance. In perfect balance. This is because one can only be understood by the other.
The beast may be just something less handsome, someone whose face despairs of the contrary concept. She looks fearful for who is approaching. He is afraid of this being that will gradually take away the freedom to exist, will imprison you with prejudices and ideas that were never yours and never shared. At bottom, the beast, the monster, we are no more than ourselves imprisoned by the prejudices of the own society. Without beauty, without love, we are all monsters.
In nature everything is balanced: the ugly is balanced with the beautiful, the beauty with the monstrosity, the good with the bad. Everything is in perfect balance. In perfect balance. This is because one can only be understood by the other.
The story "The Beauty and the Monster" has as its background this concept, and what is revealed on the surface is not always what really resides from below.
This has to do with the beauty of the body and the beauty of the soul and how society values ​​one more to the detriment of the other.
In "The Beast Without the Beauty" the story is told in reverse: the beast, the monster, exists because it is so. It does not exist in function of the opposite pole. The beast is. Score.
And not being interpreted by the opposite concept, the beast may be just something less handsome, someone whose face despairs of the contrary concept. She looks fearful for who is approaching. He is afraid of this being that will gradually take away the freedom to exist, will imprison you with prejudices and ideas that were never yours and never shared. At bottom, the beast, the monster, we are no more than ourselves imprisoned by the prejudices of the own society. Without beauty, without love, we are all monsters. Harassed by our own solitude, by our finitude, by the imprisonment we impose on ourselves in our petty cages of carnality. In this cage, we watch the world frightened, suspicious, almost exasperated by uncertainties and doubts.
Without the beauty, we are just monsters waiting to wake up.
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