expression is a form of therapy, that i know. i do wonder how many sessions must we go through before we can be free of our self-obsession and nostalgia? how much we must go through before we be truly be in the present, be connected to here and now?
i thought of this as i recognized hues of badly developed photos from my childhood in china. these muddy reds and greens touch me, but me alone.
i thought of this as i recognized hues of badly developed photos from my childhood in china. these muddy reds and greens touch me, but me alone.
Well written article.
Posted by: Odette | October 29, 2008 at 05:16 AM