(no blue skies in Flanders)
‘The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story.’ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
P.s. According to you, what’s the story of this picture?
Every photograph is a battle of form versus content. The good ones are on the border of failure.
BXL. Trains and art. (And thinking of false artists A. Conrad, G. Goiris, M. Vanvolsem and their poor ambassadors, whose names I’ll remember soon)
Really at home.
(I made a horrible mistake today – my Fuji was in jpg-mode…)
Just for once.
Today’s search for beauty. My labor was in vain.
It all happened in Lichtervelde. Catholic village.
Nous sommes tous obligés, pour rendre la réalité supportable, d’entretenir en nous quelques petites folies.
Le seul véritable voyage ne serait pas d’aller vers de nouveaux paysages, mais d’avoir d’autres yeux.
Marcel Proust ; La prisonnière (Posthume, 1925)
High summer – Flander’s exiles.
Happening without significance.
Cycling around. Looking at the world in black and white.
Real red devil, feeling blue at the bottom.
A volte ci scambiamo parole
e cementiamo addi.
Tutta la varietà, tutta la delizia, tutta la bellezza della vita è composta d’ombra e di luce.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
Just colors. No philosophical thoughts today.
All aspects of today: eat, drink, rest, risk.
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