by HRM on August 23, 2012
It’s is so easy to publish pictures, and get the sense of validation that comes with that. Sometimes I allow the process to go a little too fast. Usually however, I recognize this and withdraw the picture when I realize that there wasn’t an intention behind showing it, I was just seeking affirmation. Tragic but true!
by HRM on August 20, 2012
We are stuck with the stuff of the world—the materials, the concrete items which govern and clutter our days. They can be sluggish and dull. Although language, as a constructed means of communication, is different from physical matter, it takes on the same exhausted effect, becoming tired and dull from over-use.
by HRM on August 16, 2012
Paris is the opposite of an open road. It is a collision, a set of barricades, serpentine passages constructed and built up over centuries. All paths lead to this mess of an intersection, dense with smoke and tourists, streets that disappear.
by HRM on August 13, 2012
Our lives are made up of details, moments. The particular curvature of a tree branch overhead, dipping into our faces; a cigarette frozen in the icy sidewalk; a smashed window, allowing a glimpse of warehouse beams. Rain starts and stops; a potted plant falls over, scattering its dirt on the pavement.
“You are now officially crossing the border between real life and fiction!” Artist Laurent Godard opens the door of his Atelier with a grand gesture, “you will enter a whole new world situated right in the heart of Paris.”