Second day of a new month, a week after my last post, night falling in Paris: So it goes.
I want to officially thank all those who sent me birthday greetings yesterday. You made my day!
Meanwhile, a lazy Sunday. Read all the daily newspapers that were available. Yet now as I sit at my desk, I feel that the images that I have arrayed on the wall before me are far more compelling, and speak of something far richer and deeper, than most of the « news » that filled the pages I was turning this afternoon. I’m not able to tell you what these images say, but whatever it is, it never ceases to touch my heart.
http://www.swissfakeuhren.de
in my thesis i said: "images are from the area before words – deeper then words".
we can choose:
we can see them or we can recognise the already known.
but in words it is the same – we can recognise them – or we can hear the sound – the rythm ( in relation with what they say and what we recognise…)
it is the same with people in the metro
we can see them – or we can recognise what we allready know… or think to know
allways the same
it is about the fear to go in the known – about trust…
it is about seeing. And yet it is not – for when we know that we see – we are not seeing anymore…
I know that feeling. I have the same experience.
I don’t know what they bring or touch – but they do.
It is not conscious? Beyond words?
Yet, there is also something like a light and quiet joy? without reason – in which is no higher and lower – no better or worse – nothing to win or to loose – like everything has a kind of same… i don’t know how to say…. quality/ importance ???? Like everything is just so right? to be there. I cannot find the right words… Like everything "is just" so very much "there"?
Happy Birthday + one day!
Happy Birthday!