mardi 5 juillet 2016

Pli, Saskia de Brauw

 «Since a few years I collect objects or rather, fragments of the cities and places that I travel through: wrinkled pieces of paper, written notes, paper airplanes, ribbons, flowers ans leaves, an abandoned shoe, a broken umbrella, a lonely glove... I describe them as ma diary and mapping of my movements across different countries ans cities. Each object is catalogued by date and place.
Slowly, I am building an archive of these seemingly trivial objects which struck me by their beauty, even if they were discarded, and what is considered by most people to be rubbish. The objects illustrate the passage of time. The transformation of objects reveals whats happens when something is forgotten, trampled on, spat on, only to be picked up again.

For the book 'The Accidental Fold' a collection of images from this archive are brought together combined with short texts that are observations of daily life on the streets, In my writing I am drawn to the more bleak and fragile side of life.»

Source: Les rencontres d'Arles, Saskia de Brauw

La séparation, Yoshikatsu Fujii

Red string de Yoshikatsu Fujii from Tipi Bookshop on Vimeo.

Avec une grande délicatesse,  Yoshikatsu Fujii reconstruit les liens familiaux en déplaçant les fils cassés de l'amour marital vers l'amour filial. Ces quelques centimètres qui séparent les deux livres, centimètres désormais infranchissables, qui coupent une photo de mariage, comme si la séparation était déjà là, dans le geste initial, sont peut-être ce qui me touchent le plus de ce livre sur le divorce.

«I received a text message. "Today, our divorce was finalized." The message from my mother was written simply, even though she usually sends me messages with many pictures and symbols.  
I remember that I didn't feel any particular emotion, except that the time had come.
Because my parents continued to live apart in the same house for a long time, their relationship gently came to an end over the years. It was no wonder that a draft blowing between the two could completely break the family at any time.

In Japan, legend has it that a man and a woman who have a predestined encounter have had each other’s little fingers tied together by an invisible red string since the time they were born.
Unfortunately, the red string tying my parents together either came untied, broke, or perhaps it was never even tied to begin with. But if the two had never met, I would never have been born into this world. If anything, you might say it is between parent and child that there is an unbreakable red string of fate.»
- Yoshikatsu Fujii

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