HOMAGE TO DE CHIRICO

"Ce que j'écoute ne vaut rien, il n'y a que ce que mes yeux voient ouverts et plus encore fermés."

In 1977 when I started taking pictures, Italy and Venice in particular were my primary destinations. I used to arrive at dawn taking the last train from Milan. I remember walking, often in a dreamlike state which was then an almost permanent condition, losing myself willingly in the murky reflections of the canals...only seemingly lost to the surrounding beauty

TIME OFF!
WORK IN PROGRESS!

THE VEGETABLES

Today
The vegetables would like to be cut

By someone who is singing G-d's Name

How could Hafiz know
Such top secret information?

Becouse
Once we were all tomatoes,

Potatoes, onions or
Zucchini.

TIRED

"We're tired of being white and we're tired of being black, and we're not going to be white and we're not going to be black any longer. We're going to be voices now, disembodied voices in the blue sky, pleasant harmonies in the cavities of your distress. And we're going to stay this way until you straighten up, until your suffering makes you calm, and you can belive the word of G-d who has told you so many times, and in so many ways, to love one another..."
Leonard Cohen

For when my own voice?

THE CLOISTERS

Maitri
Karuna
Mudita
Upeksha

CLINTON STREET

'On photographie des choses
pour se les chasser de l'esprit.
Mes histoires sont une façon de fermer les yeux.'
Kafka

COVENT GARDEN

Hither, thither, and yon
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Peter, Paul, and Mary
Sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll

SONEPUR, BIHAR

Sur le pont qui menait à la foire aux elelphants, des dizaines de sadhus....
En Inde j'ai compris ce qui est une foule...

BELLS AND SMELLS...

Sonepur, near Patna, a big elephant fair doubling as mela
The Ganaga and Jamuna rivers converging to create mystical influences....
throngs of pilgrims walking across the river

FLEE MARKET SCARE

Tu n'a pas peur qu'on te pique tes photos?' me demande un ami bien intentionné.
Maintenant j'ai peur...
une autre chose à laquelle penser, zut!

GINGEE

ainsi que Vijay avec son air serieux...

MAHABALIPURAM

Je donne à cette photo probablement beacoup plus d'importance qu'elle ne mérite...
Le sourire de cette petite fille me touche, ses yeux confiants croient en la vie
elle m'attendrit

MODIFIED STATIONARY PANIC

Common sights of Asia

6am, shouldn't I be sleeping?

LANDSCAPES FOREVER

From the ongoing series, here landscapes along the Mekong

J' HESITE

These pictures are part of a series I worked on for years back in the 80s called: 'Inner desolation and loss'. I tried to make a small book but could never really put the word 'end' to it.
It is now obsolete.

"All those comings and goings between Milan and London
Like a frightened mouse, scuffling around at the first stirring of an emotion ... flight , flight...
A large cage filled with snow. The camera like a shield, the camera like a net with which to try and catch, what?
Unconsciously, to still, maybe.
Wings fluttering, ending up by the flames of a candle."

Et ainsi de suite... un aperçu, trés gai il faut le dire, du texte qui allait avec les photos.

SRINAGAR, CACHEMIRE

Gardien de tombeau.
D'après ceux qui nous l'ont fait visiter il s'agit de celui de Îsâ , c'est à dire Jesus.
Surveçu à la crucifixion il serait parti en Inde...
Vrai, pas vrai? Aucune idée

ARCHIVES BRASIL

Yemanja festival Bahia












Canoa Quebrada

NYC

Zabaglione (alias Zabi) sleeping in Charles Street

NEW YORK CITY

Je marchais dans la ville, mon appareil mi bouclier, mi filet à papillons.
J'arpentais et apprivoisais les rues, les gens, en réagissant aux images de façon épidermique.
La ville venait à moi par bribes, un peu chaotique. Je l'aimais passionnément.

DHARASURAM

Gaia, my beautiful, with an equally beautiful local girl in Tamil Nadu 1998

OLD DELHI

GANGAKONDACHOLAPURAM

ARCHIVES INDIA

DON KHONE-LAOS

"...non so ben ridir com'i v'entrai,
tant'era pien di sonno a quel punto
che la verace via abbandonai...'

PHATET LAO

HEROÏNES DE LA REVOLUTION

MUSINGS...

La méthode authentique consiste à ne faire rien de special
pour faire du feu le vent m'apporte assez de feuilles mortes
Tao Hsin (579-651)

12 YEARS OLD

12 years old in Luang Prabang

Dans une introduction à un livre de photo, j'ai trouvé ce passage:

' Je veux, à tes côtés, parcourir le chemin qui conduit à la Pierre'.

Paracelse prononça lentement ces mots:

'Le chemin est la Pierre. Le point de départ c'est la Pierre.

Si tu ne comprends pas ces mots, c'est que tu n'as même pas commencé à comprendre.

Chaque pas que tu feras est le but finale'.

Jorge Luis Borges, La rose de Paracelse de Quincey in 'La memoire de Shakespeare'.

A BOOK ABOUT DEATH

"As a child, going to sleep was difficult. I was afraid of the black hole.

I would fall into a dream easily  and then suddenly  awake with a start as I was falling, falling into some dark bottomless void.

To postpone sleep I would call to my brothers, whispering, beckoning them to my bedside. 

I told them stories to keep myself awake. Completely under my spell, we made a magic circle."

By the way, my greatest aspiration in life is to have a good sense of humour...

This project , a kind of 'retour en arrière'

does not change my resolve

et c'est en quelque sorte  une forme d'exorcisme salutaire

LAZY SUNDAY & HCB

Dimanche matin, entourée de livres je lis au lit. Bliss! Sublime bliss!

Mes amis me rappelent au devoir: expos, ballades, il faut sortir

La photo et Paris une vraie histoire d'amour...

Hotel de Sully, Paris 1920-1949

Maison Europenne de la Photo, Cartier reste quand même le plus grand...

Cette photo n'est pas à moi... Je dois le preciser parce que on me l'a demandé à plusieurs
J'aurais evidamment adoré mais non, c'est Cartier-Bresson!

CLINTON STREET- NYC 1982

I was starting to get into hatha yoga big way. 

Still a shattered vessel somehow, on the way to mending

I was meeting very interesting people, as always a mix of good and bad .

Phototography my great passion

the East Village, the Lower East Side, my territories. 

MEMORY

One had a lovely face

And two or three had charm,

But charme and face were in vain

because the mountain grass

Cannot but keep the form

Where the mountain hare has lain

W.B. Yeats

NY

The Hudson river and the menacing clouds,  I think of the plane which landed  there a few months ago, the captain's bravery... 

New york again

I am not the same

WELCOME ADRESS- DISCOURS D'INAUGURATION

Mes chers compatriotes! Citizens of the world! Concittadini! (o connazionali? chissà...)

Short of a website, which, given my professional status is NOT JUSTIFIED, I am creating a blog to show my work, si de travail il s'agit...
au passage je vais m'amuser un peu
Je vous prie de regarder avec bienveillance les petits delires personels qui de temps en temps vont inévitablement s'échapper de mon inconscient rebelle

Il me faudra maintenant un temps fou pour comprendre comment nourrir ce blog
by which time I'll be fed up but maybe not.

Per non deludere i miei amici italiani vorrei dire che, essendo partita dall'Italia a 18 anni!! Una vita fa dunque...faccio fatica ad esprimermi in italiano
consigliatemi un po di libri interessanti e riprendero a essere fluent
lo so , ci sono ottimi autori italiani ma molto di piu anglosassoni, sorry