the drama on the stage within

they say that photographers need good shoes.
i agree. i do not run; i do not ride: i walk.

it is the only way to see.

i do not know what i’m looking for, i’m not very good at making – or reading – plans.
i find that a good book, or a comic book or a movie or a song, are the best guides – as is that thing they call serendipity, although we might use the simpler words of chance or luck – or light, which bears much resemblance to luck: you cannot force it but you better be ready for it when it comes
down upon you like a blessing.

an image is more than a reproduction of a scene somewhere at some point in time. if it is any good it is an entry point into something else a rêverie an imaginary path an emotion. these photographs, i think, hint at the inner world. they are like peeking into the thoughts of people. In reality you cannot go there: it is the realm of only the individual, and i suspect not everyone finds the path to their inner world. This is an attempt at evoking the existence of the inner world of human beings.

the reasons that might make you react to the images in this collection are probably different from the reasons that made me make them. that is fine, meaning does not have to be uniform, meaning does not have to be boiled down to a single tag, meaning is complex, meaning is a forest, meaning is a tribe, meaning is a world.

—- work in progress —-

Sometimes people just need a place to sit down
 and watch the drama
 that unfolds on the stage within

« … in one enciphering corner of my mind i believe still that every line in every poem is the orphaned caption of a lost photograph. By a related logic, each photograph sits in the antechamber of speech. »
(Teju Cole, Blind Spot)

enters the first character
the play is about to begin
the wait is almost over
you have no idea what is about to happen 

you never have 
i don’t mind going to the office as such 
it’s the everydayness of it really
 that is killing the mood 
i get the part about contributing to society 
i swear i almost get it some days


  but all the time and for so long 
surely this must be some sort of a misunderstanding 
 everything is possible
 sang the choir of beautiful ladies 

 you can be whoever you choose to be 
you can have whatever you want 

 i am not sure that i would know what to want 
he thought 

 a sad knight sitting by in a suit of armor 
that was one size too big 
and looked a bit last season 
just as he was about to leave the shade
 he paused

in a sudden reluctance 

to enter the light
old Henry was a smart man 
 born in good taste
 he walked around with a Leica in his hand

and he spoke beautiful quotes 
 for our tote bags and coffee mugs

yet when you look at his pictures 
 you know
 he was a man of sincere curiosity
 and a true master 

like Yoda
 - only taller and French
i once walked in a street 
called Boulevard of the Quality of Life

 it turned out it was really not 
a great street to walk in