The fury of the creative act in all its existential nudity
seems to arise from the psychic matter of the third party included by the highlighting
of the affectivity of the hidden third party.
Each face is a text to decipher . If I observe the face of the other without reduce it to what I think I know of it, then an opening can occur in my conscience and this is how God comes to mind .
The face of the other recognized in its otherness is of the order of the elusive and the infinite .
The face is a continent that we never have finished exploring, a limitless land, a bottomless ocean.
His features, its relief like that of the Earth's crust, bear the imprint of all the big and small shakes who marked him .
Reading between the lines of the face supposes a " clairvoyance " that comes from the heart, go straight in the heart andwhich is called love. Le visage, this icon of the invisible, is good plus fine, more precious and even more beautiful, when the being who painted it by his experience, is passed through the test.
The relationship with the face occurs as goodness .
Look at a person's face, it is to put his ego aside, it's trying to forget, self ; is to allow oneself to be contemplated by the face of the other, of this neighbor who is there, in front of oneself and obliges us, necessarily and tenderly, to make the stranger his closest brother.
" Looking at you your good smile invades me ... Am I still of this world ? " " thank you godmother . Thank you my good fairy . "
And although having yielded too much for less than nothing to the external event, this one nevertheless allowed me to read my inner demons and a small step towards the light.
And it's not so bad especially if, the wind stirring the wind turbines, lists the wonder possibilities of the world.
” It is practice makes perfect, it is
by reading that one becomes bindweed. “
And by photographing that one becomes a photographer –
It's the fault of the graph and the background and if it comes together it becomes ”
need to graph the background ” –
This is a writing close to the Vision. So that in
developing the integrating process of the chain made of words and sounds of
what shows, we pass the wall of symbolism. There is then access to
speak to be, fault through which paradoxes engulf, nonsense, a breath
novelty, and the random flight of a great bird drunk with freedom : the
crazy-in-being that reverses the perspectives of any humanist project.