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Last September I printed my first booklet of photographies. It has a shape of a small notebook... The kind of notebook you take with you to write your everyday sorrows and joys. In my photo book, there is almost no words, but it is telling four little story....      
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I love the feeling of being a totally stranger in a coffee place. Even if I come back to the same place, I am usually very discreet. I sit somewhere in a corner, where I can watch from the window people passing by in the street outside of the coffee. Here am I, with my computer, a book sometime, and something to drink. I don't really come for the drink anyway... For this very improvised photo shoot with my friend Mirva, I was trying to express that feeling of my time in coffee places. Something simple. That day it was just Mirva and I in this coffee we use to meet. I had my camera with me. I decided to get something from this moment.        Sometime it can be a chaos around us, within us. How to get out of this chaos? Is it real or just in our mind? And then, there this this magical encounter... It can be with someone else, or maybe a deeper connection with oneself          Since a few months I am reading the Book from Clarissa Pinkola Estes "Women Who Run With the Wolves", step by step, because some books are made to be read really slowly... This one is filled with beautiful stories and myths about strong women in all different way... Acceptance about oneself and about our own nudity is a strength. I wanted to share here some quotes along with some photos taken with Caroline few months ago.  “Wild Women: "They know instinctively when things must die and when things must live; they know how to walk away, they know how to stay.”  “I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”  From her very flesh and blood and from the constant cycles of filling and emptying the red vase in her belly, a woman understands physically, emotionally, and spiritually that zeniths fade and expire, and what is left is reborn in unexpected ways and by inspired means, only to fall back to nothing, and yet be reconceived again in full glory."  What are our life mission? What were our ancestors missions? We, human, are nothing, really, we are not important at all. But we have feelings, fears, and dreams. What is my mother mission?, What are my grand parents mission? Is there some dreams of them remaining inside me? Will they remain when they will be gone? Will my dreams remains when I will be gone? Are the dreams stronger than the absurdity of life? Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.   “Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.”   |