This project is the product of more than twenty
years in a self-chosen exile. It reflects my thoughts and
impressions as an American who found a new home in Paris, and
finally took roots in Switzerland and became Swiss. It’s a
personal and poetic view on a theme of concern for so many in
these times of globalization, where we move so easily between
continents, and sometimes find it less easy to adapt our souls
to the stages of our journey.
My way to do this was a work of reflection, using the tools I had at hand as an artist: camera and typewriter. They were faithful companions on all my journeys, one to capture the present, the other to try to weave it together with the past: here and now with there and then.
It was my destiny, from childhood, to be a storyteller. My life was rich in encounters. The others told me their stories before disappearing from my life. I’m a photographer and writer of the details. I photograph and write because of the ephemeral light of the days of our lives. I wrote a “ronde”, a circle where the past and present cross.With each season, I change my environment to find again the souvenirs in the silence of the light, that they not be lost, and try to understand the unanswered questions, knowing there will never be an answer. In the silence of the light, the memories resurge and accompany me, as old friends, for the duration of the light. Creation comes in the light.
“Tales From The Story Room,”, a personal story, was born when I came abroad to begin a new life in Paris and Switzerland. A lifework that I envision as a book, part texts-part photographs, tied together with a ribbon, as precious love letters and photos are, presented in a simple presentation box.
All the tales can stand independently in unchronological order, in an exhibit, each one surprising, and sometimes amusing, the visitor. I imagine the photos of all my themes intermingled together. In the middle of all these colors and images, the visitor would find the bits and pieces of the tales as texts to read.
My way to do this was a work of reflection, using the tools I had at hand as an artist: camera and typewriter. They were faithful companions on all my journeys, one to capture the present, the other to try to weave it together with the past: here and now with there and then.
It was my destiny, from childhood, to be a storyteller. My life was rich in encounters. The others told me their stories before disappearing from my life. I’m a photographer and writer of the details. I photograph and write because of the ephemeral light of the days of our lives. I wrote a “ronde”, a circle where the past and present cross.With each season, I change my environment to find again the souvenirs in the silence of the light, that they not be lost, and try to understand the unanswered questions, knowing there will never be an answer. In the silence of the light, the memories resurge and accompany me, as old friends, for the duration of the light. Creation comes in the light.
“Tales From The Story Room,”, a personal story, was born when I came abroad to begin a new life in Paris and Switzerland. A lifework that I envision as a book, part texts-part photographs, tied together with a ribbon, as precious love letters and photos are, presented in a simple presentation box.
All the tales can stand independently in unchronological order, in an exhibit, each one surprising, and sometimes amusing, the visitor. I imagine the photos of all my themes intermingled together. In the middle of all these colors and images, the visitor would find the bits and pieces of the tales as texts to read.
