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I used to write a diary, all the way till I was 16 and went off to England for a working camp for 3 weeks.
I was so sure that I would never come from that trip alive
So I burned the diaries I had
Little did I understand that the burning was a way to tell myself that I was finished with the life I had till that day.
It was often a wretched life, lots of circumstances made it like that
Things no child should experience
So deep down I understood that I had choices to make
I had a life to live
How to start the change?
Tricky one for a 16 year old
But I started to live fully and I definitely took it all in.
I had to, you know
Because how could I else understand the good things from the bad things
So I experienced loads, both good and bad - but now I was in charge, I was to do the choices.
When you experience yourself, instead of being told how to do or not to do things it settles in your mind in quite another way.
It is the first step to get things right, life schmocks right back at your face and the experiences you just did makes seeds in your mind and you can start to harvest after a while
Life could begin
Don't judge a person for dealing with life, we have reasons you may not understand and often the ones living the life don't understand before later
And yes Dear Diary, I did escape from the working camp, lol, I ran off to London and lived there for some weeks. My folks didn't know.
No cellphones, haha.
I made it home, refreshed, smuggling lots of miniature bottles with Cherry Heering and Cointreau
Life could definitely begin, lol.
Happy ending today too
And yes, Christian - this is Karmøy, sunset towards Great Britain :D
以前はこの広い世界をもっと知り、その中で自分の存在をアピールしたいというようなことを考えていた気がするがそれではただの餓鬼だった。大切なのは世界の広さを認識した上で、その中での自分の立ち位置、役割に気付く事。これからは少しずつ恩返ししながら生きてゆければと思う。
My great-aunt, Kate, died of tuberculosis in 1948, ten years before I was born. But I was priveledged to "meet" her through this diary she kept over the last few years of her life.
Light Box
this is a black monday and i dress accordingly.
drink accordingly : pinot meunier.
and in between, every other bite is a white heart cherry from the garden.
i do need some kind of balance.
every other bite is at my lip.
i don’t want to be seen today.
i wish i didn’t see today.
i wish i didn’t hear and didn’t feel.
i hazily remember a tap at my door earlier.
aunty or philippine.
but i don’t want to speak today.
only to you.
~
diary continues here ..
± texture is from les brumes. merci!
This is from my Grandmother's diary. October 1, 1937. This was 16 days before she and my Grandfather were married (Oct. 17, 1937) Also the entry is about "Curtis Lee born", This was my grandmothers closest nephew. She adored him! And last... this was the day my Grandmother passed away in 1999. She was,my best friend!
a visual portrait diary of Ariadne... This is a collaborative work in progress. Ariadne came to me with these photos (which were of very poor quality and light and for which she had posed for and produced) and asked that I enhance and reinterpret them into a series. Ariadine in Greek Mythology gives Theseus a ball of thread, that keeps him from getting lost in the Minotaur's maze allowing him to slay the Minotaur and survive the Labyrinth.