My library is an archive of longings.
Susan Sontag
(Exhibition in Roeselare, till friday)
‘I’m only interested in what I can admire’
(P.s. me too. I admire architects and politicians who make us believe in the creation, the makeability of a community)
(blue skies in Flanders)
(30 minutes of walking)
(Lately I’ve been asking myself why things are so easily revealed in springtime)
Life stops and goes on, simultaneously
My first sunday as an official, elderly orphan.
Tonight.
It is not altogether wrong to say that there is no such thing as a bad photograph — only less interesting, less relevant, less mysterious ones.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people`s reality, and eventually in one`s own. Susan Sontag
‘Like the collector, the photographer is animated by a passion that, even when it appears to be for the present, is linked to a sense of the past.’ Susan Sontag.
‘Narratives can make us understand. Photographs do something else: they haunt us.’
Susan Sontag.
‘Photographs objectify: they turn an event or a person into something that can be possessed.’
A summary of three days.
‘All memory is individual, unreproducible’, Susan Sontag.
“There is the satisfaction of being able to look at the image without flinching. There is the pleasure of flinching.”
A day’s self-fulfillment at the end.
A day’s self-fulfillment.
Routine.
Sunday afternoon.
Academic stars. For real now.
Geste décisif.
A classroom with a view.
Academic stars. And just amusing myself with Photoshop an Alien Skin software – sorry for that.
And I know: I’ve cut a hand.
Academic stars.
Another place to spend springtime, part 3. A simple walk, a circular experience.