“I decided to continue… until I had got over my pain by comparing it with other people’s, or had worn out my own story through sheer repetitionâ€
A man and a woman tell stories of ordinary and not-so-ordinary heart-break, each story accompanied by a single iconic image. A red telephone on a hotel bed. A subway station. The view from a window. A green Mercedes.
The woman repeatedly recounts the story of the end of an affair; each time remembering it differÂently, adding and subtracting details, finding new ways to both remember and forget what happened. The man tells stories from many different people; each a snapshot of sorrow, big or small, that takes its place in a growing catalogue of suffering, break-ups, humiliations, deaths, bad dentistry and love letters that never arrive.
-Sophie Calle
I love this concept. Putting your emotions, mind, spirit into your work instead of letting it fester in your soul. My soul is pretty festered and beaten. Feeling a little blocked to go through the motions, but maybe sometimes you just have to “do” and the healing and creativity will follow.
