“…the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again.
That is their mystery and their magic.”
“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych
Right and wrong ain’t words, he said. They’re feelings.
We tend to think of the stories that happen in Africa as being so radically distinct from our narratives here in America, and I wanted to find ways of making those narratives rub up against one another.
Buying a book is not about obtaining a possession, but about securing a portal.
Reading (1919). Nicolae Vermont (Romanian, 1866-1932). Oil on cardboard.
In 1896, Vermont and others founded Salonul Independenţilor, the local version of the French Société des Artistes Indépendants. The movement which they attempted to create accommodated various tenets, and, while proclaiming a need for renewal in Romanian art, stressed the importance of earlier traditions.
Perfect little getaway.
Berkin Elvan was a child full of hope…
"June 2013, Istanbul. Berkin Elvan, only 14-year-old, weighing 45 kilos, was walking to the grocery store to buy bread. He was struck in the head by a gas canister during a police crackdown on Gezi protesters.
He had been in a coma for 269 days.
He died today, weighing 16 kilos, aged 15-year-old.”
I’m so sad…
A white man carries a black girl on his shoulders during a march with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Alabama, ca. 1965.