It is possible to be creative in the hospital as well.
Monthly Archives: February 2024
One year ago
”I once asked Mapplethorpe what he does with himself when he poses for the camera, and he replied that he tries to find that part of himself that is self-confident.” (Susan Sontag)
This is me
It’s not easy seeing ourselves as beautiful beings when we feel ugly or if (and when) people tell us we are ugly. Know your worth. Know that you are beautiful just as you are.
Just for fun
Sheldon is inspecting the moving boxes.
— “Umm… I dunno… am I supposed to pack myself?”
Just a short thought
Last Wednesday, I photographed straight up at the ceiling in the waiting area before the train arrived. Even though I’ve already photographed this type of motif (and even from this waiting area) before, I never tire of it.
I started thinking a bit about the idea of choosing sides. Everyone always has to choose; black or white, high or low, inward or outward. We make choices, often unintentionally. It’s human nature for people to pick sides, for better or for worse.
I read a short text on google that says a lot:
”As a mediator it is imperative that, throughout, I remain neutral. In fact, beyond passively NOT taking sides, I am actually proactively on BOTH sides, aiming for a win-win situation. Feelings are respected and valued but the focus is on finding ways forward that work for both parties, not on placing blame. There is a difference between standing up for what you believe is right and taking sides against another.”
A short film one year ago
February 25 2023. To portray when the soul hurts. Because it does hurt.
In the elevator
Saturday morning
February 24 2024
No words.
February 24 2024
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are” (Fernando Pessoa)