3:54 Mon 28 Jun
I didn’t manage to write anything on the day of this exchange, I guess I was waiting to see the images before I channeled my thoughts. I am currently sat at the café near my house, this setting is pretty appropriate for writing - I’ve tried to make a habit of this in the mornings. It’s 4. Nonetheless I’ve written a few reflections today, a few about my morning with D the other week. I wrote about how I was moved to tears as they spoke, I gained an insight on their composition and the unveiling of their process. I literally cried, sat on a strangers living room floor, and cried. I was observing my surroundings, the experience as it played out, and sometimes you hear people talk about something that means a lot to them and you just cry out of appreciation for having been there to experience them in their joy, and for the joy of their joy. A conversation with a tree, vibration and pitch. A hum. I have gradually exposed myself to the perceptions of others, feeling their passions and immersing myself in their world. Again, this project has proved itself worthy of completion. I thank my camera for allowing my to cross paths with people, placing them on the course of my life.
I wrote my dissertation plan recently, I’m writing on jazz photography and, a kind of revival of the Harlem Renaissance in the 60s. A great inspiration within this topic is Roy DeCarava, and I find the last image to be reminiscent of his works in the sound i saw.