I watched a Jamie Windsor video last night about Roland Barthes concept of the punctum of a photograph - an emotional connection a viewer feels to a photo beyond what the photo signifies. It’s not something a photographer can control, and the viewer might not even know what elicited the feeling. (my paraphrasing might not be completely accurate) I get that all the time with SV’s work even though her photos, at a glance, look stoic.
How did we stop choosing for ourselves and just accept whatever comes our way? Past Lives made me think about this.Was it fate, comfort, or just the right and wrong timing? At some point, we stop reaching and just let life happen!!! The movie lingers in that space between longing, acceptance, and what could have been…
“If you want to know how poor somebody was growing up, ask them how many windows they had. Don’t ask what was in their fridge or in their closet. The number of windows says it all. It says everything. If they had none, or maybe one or two, that’s all you need to know.”
“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it, to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once!” Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
