Some of my favourite books of the past year and the year before are The Diary of Anais Nin, Just Kids by Patti Smith, The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand (with customised covers).
The two beauties by Tim Walker on my messy bed.
I’m looking forward to reading:
Italo Calvino – If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller
Tim Walker – The Lost Explorer
A new chapter has begun and with it I see the need to let go of memories, sentimental thoughts, reminiscing of what was. I think these feelings will still be present in my art, art was and is a therapy, it’s a way to get things out of my mind.
“We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.”
― Franz Kafka
I’m learning to stop putting so much value on the past. I want to make the most of the present moment, instead of idealizing what is gone.
I’m learning the art of letting go. Before I could not part with some tchotchkes, physical reminders of my most cherished events, bibelots from certain time periods like train tickets, old tarnished rings from when I was 12, teenage journals, favourite but broken hairpins, outworn clothes etc. I no longer feel the need to keep such things. Instead of having boxes full of them, I only saved the most cherished ones, a tape with a recording of my voice from I was a few years old, a music box that still works which I received for Christmas many moons ago and some of my books with beautiful illustrations. They all have something in common, they engage senses, which I find brings me the most joy. When I put my oldest camera to my face, it still smells the same as when I first touched it, it instantly brings me back to those moments. The music box has the same power as the illustrations in my oldest books.
It was quite a long process actually but I feel like I finally managed to change my thinking and it’s a much awaited relief. I’m working on new projects that are both exciting and intimidating. I’m also very much looking forward to warm weather and sunshine. I hope you’re well.