Encounters is a visual poem told through a series of black and white photos.
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The Ghosts Of Okpo Land – Abandoned Amusement Park In South Korea
I am a regular traveller to South Korea. On Geoje Island, I learned of an abandoned amusement park overlooking the town. The fun park, called Okpo Land, had been closed down in 1999 due to a series of accidents, the last when a young girl tragically fell to her death from a ride.
The park, perched on top of a hill, was in the process of being reclaimed by the surrounding bushland. Although it was deserted, graffti, rubbish and empty beer bottles were evidence that it was still being used as a ‘fun park.’ On that day, I was the only person there, but I had an eerie feeling that I was not alone. Was it my imagination, or was there really a restless spirit inhabiting the area?
I have since returned to Geoje Island but Okpo Land has now been demolished to make room for a hotel. To honour the people who died at this site, author and storyteller Morgan Schatz Blackrose, and I have published a book dedicated to the lost souls of Okpo Land. You can download it as a PDF file for free here: carousel
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Endure – Urban Change in China
Endure is a photo essay of Urban Change in China, it is now a featured exhibit on the Social Documentary website.
The online exhibit features photography by myself plus a short film that was produced with Morgan Schatz Blackrose and Shane Schatz.
To see the video, please select the Video/Multimedia section on the linked page.
http://socialdocumentary.net/exhibit/Roman_Schatz/2609
Endure
untitled (traveling)
Pick something
All the stars
All the stars
Come pouring down
It is true I know it
Impatiently I wait
I wait
On the bus ride home
The next day
She led me
Across the road
How glorious
Desire – an online writing collaboration.
Thanks to everyone who took part in the online collaborative experiment. The rules for the experiment were : Pick up the nearest book to you, don’t go looking for your favourite book, open it up at a random page and post a sentence from that page. Here is the result.
Desire
The old man lowered his head to look for something, then took his cup in his trembling hands.
I see a yellow duck looking at me!
She is your sister, and you know very well that the law does not allow brothers and sisters to marry.
Charlotte s’éveilla dans la nuit, avec la chair de poule, le corps raidi dans les draps, les poings serrés.
To illustrate his point, Jonathon opened his laptop and navigated to a site devoted to pictures of bronzed Israeli goddesses
with high caliber bandoliers crisscrossing their naked D cup breasts.
art by Roman W. Schatz, mixed media on sheet metal.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky …
The United Nations has declared 2011 the International Year of Forests to raise awareness and strenghthen the suistainable management of all types of forests for the benefit of current and future generations. Some key facts are:
Forests cover 31 percent of total global land area.
Forests store more than 1 trillion tons of carbon.
Over 1.6 billion people’s livelihoods depend on forests.
Trade in forest products was estimated at $327 billion in 2004.
Forests are home to 80 percent of terrestrial biodiversity.
30 percent of forests are used for production of wood and non-wood products.
Forests are home to 300 million people around the world.
Deforestation accounts for 12 to 20 percent of the global greenhouse gas emissions that contribute to global warming.
For me, trees have long been a visual and emotional inspiration for my photography, this series of images explores the relationship between the natural and constructed world.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
Kahlil Gibran
Sunday Morning. A poem
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning has come too earlythrough the front window I hear
the timeless ebb and flow of the sea
my bedwarm body emerges
from the depth of my dreams
the back page papers reveal
thousands die in the the cold waves of the floods
Sunday morning has come too late
text and image c. rw schatz 2010
Stillness
STILLNESS
cold morning air
calms my senses
damp grass
leads to an
upside down world
ageless rocks
commence a new day
my mind is still
just for a moment.
RW Schatz 2010
I dwell in the green mountain
Yesterday was a wonderful clear, but cold spring day in Switzerland. I took the opportunity and went on a five hour hike. Armed with my new camera, I sought to capture the emotion of the day.
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.
Li Bai (701 – 762)
In Transit 