A friend of mine just made a quote on FB from one of todays papers. “I could read fast from an early age, but I didn´t understand anything. When I so did slow down I understood that the letters made words, that created pictures, that was put together so that they created stories that were larger than time and space”.
Quote from Stina Oscarson in DN.
Come to think of it, the images/pictures comes first. You open your baby eyes and there it is. The picture. The letters, the words and the stories comes later. So perhaps it is not so strange that today we communicate more with pictures than ever before.
“In the beginning was the word”. No, words came later. To help us describe all our images. All what we see.
Just a thought.
What would life be without imperfection? Boring I think. It is those small pieces that not really fit, or has fallen off that makes things interesting. The not perfect. They tell the story. Flowers are beautiful when they are fresh, yes, but they are also beautiful when the water has dried out and they bow. Like with us people. Things with a patina attracts me. From the wear you can see if things were used and loved, and how much. I like reading the story in the imperfect.
To clear my mind between exhibitions during Visa pour L´Image this is what I do.
I have always had an interest in sports. To do or to look at. This is my first pair of running shoes with spikes and my first pair of skates. But it is not my first pair of hockey gloves… Photography, a great way to remember.