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Amen
Amen
====4 - Wednesday====
‘”This world!” As if there were any other’
So yesterday I was diagnosed with anemia. A common disorder.
But at least now I know the reason behind the fatigue and dream-like-life’ness.
Blood lacks vitamin D, said the doctor. Maybe that ‘s the reason why my soul fancies an ever-sunny city.
Enough with the old lady talk.
And action :
Yesterday I started to read Susan Sontag’s Against Interpretation, I’m also annotating while reading.
Works pretty well with what I am trying to research and write about (for Term2 essay) : Spectatorship, Punctum, Studium and Interpretation in the work of art.
And I feel connected to her.
(While I’m there I browse some Annie Leibovitz images, studied on the Disney ones – fairytales.)
Last night I tried to upload images and use Aurisma for Boerhave Museum Project but stupid technology, to be exact stupid Apple technology did not allow me.
And today while I was working on dancer photos, there was a blackout in the city centre.
No electricity for couple of hours. Forget about the stupid technology and internet and whatever, I couldn’t even heat food.
The gsm operators and 3G were also out, couldn’t reach anyone.
So all of a sudden the crowd was gone and it felt nice and quiet to feel disconnected.
But it made me think : in a post-apocalyptic world what would be my role?
Is it too late to join the girl scouts?
[[File:D1.jpg]]
“To remember is, more and more, not to recall a story but to be able to call up a picture”

Revision as of 22:29, 4 April 2012

2012

April

3 - Tuesday

Geen school.


Ahoy.


Today I spent half an hour on a bug on the window – not a bug on Windows but good old fashion god-created(!) bug sitting on my window.


It was the first time I used my macro lens for such an occasion and I loved the result because like any other lost soul in the universe, she posed for me. Well the outcome will make a lovely pair with my last photo of a jumping dancer: flying man & sitting fly

Lost

Together

In the Coincidence we call Life.


Amen


4 - Wednesday

‘”This world!” As if there were any other’

So yesterday I was diagnosed with anemia. A common disorder.

But at least now I know the reason behind the fatigue and dream-like-life’ness.

Blood lacks vitamin D, said the doctor. Maybe that ‘s the reason why my soul fancies an ever-sunny city.


Enough with the old lady talk.

And action :

Yesterday I started to read Susan Sontag’s Against Interpretation, I’m also annotating while reading.

Works pretty well with what I am trying to research and write about (for Term2 essay) : Spectatorship, Punctum, Studium and Interpretation in the work of art.

And I feel connected to her.


(While I’m there I browse some Annie Leibovitz images, studied on the Disney ones – fairytales.)


Last night I tried to upload images and use Aurisma for Boerhave Museum Project but stupid technology, to be exact stupid Apple technology did not allow me.


And today while I was working on dancer photos, there was a blackout in the city centre.

No electricity for couple of hours. Forget about the stupid technology and internet and whatever, I couldn’t even heat food.

The gsm operators and 3G were also out, couldn’t reach anyone.

So all of a sudden the crowd was gone and it felt nice and quiet to feel disconnected.

But it made me think : in a post-apocalyptic world what would be my role?

Is it too late to join the girl scouts?

D1.jpg

“To remember is, more and more, not to recall a story but to be able to call up a picture”