People, Stone & Stories: a picture is worth a thousand words…
Is it really about how things are when you experience them, or is it about the narrative you craft to recall them?
What I mean is, how do you put the memory of that time you got lost in Budapest flea market into a safe box? How can you feel the same again as when you saw your favourite band walking onto the stage and the sun was setting between those lush tree branches? These are hard questions to answer too, I get that. But maybe that patchwork of strong emotions can find a place. Do not underestimate the power of an image: how beautiful is your father’s gaze on that slide-film of him that someone took during a road trip in spring 1978?
What if it hung on your bedroom wall? Do you also believe that it will protect you?
After all… how to blame you?