Thursday, September 13, 2007
Past, present....
Comment faire pour aller chercher un moment de son passe, le prendre dans ses mains et l'examiner de pret pour qu'il cesse de nous hanter? Dans quelle partie de son inconscient faut-il chercher pour trouver ce moment et quelle lecture en faire? Pourquoi certains moments marquent-ils a jamais? Fragilite des tissus interieurs. Exploration delicate.
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What if the past were not as set in stone as you imagine it? What if it were alive and constantly reinterpreted whenever you remember it, from your present standpoint... What would it mean then, but that those past events that you now find traumatic are nothing less than perfect reflections of your present issues, brought forth into your awareness for you to notice them...
All that would be required then, to reinterpret these events in a more favourable light, would be to accept them, and act in accordance in the present...
I moved to New York with a camera, $500 and a black notebook. No work was waiting for me. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I settled down in Hell's Kitchen, in a room slightly bigger than a large Newstand with no light and bare brick walls. When someone asks me "Do you love NY ?", I often reply "Today I do !"
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