Universal Univex Iris Camera, 1938.
Anne Sexton (via)
Alejandra Ribera with the Art of Time Ensemble singing. I Want You.
This voice turns me inside out in the most raw and necessary way.
Have seen her live twice, at performances I was working, and could barely hold on to my cameras each time. So. Fucking. Good.
No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.
Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom (1995)
I remember the moment I first heard this song so clearly: Sitting in the back of a cab, dead tired, Davenport & Bay, all my equipment sitting like a blanket over me. A quiet driver. Loud traffic. Radio 2. This song. It took over my whole body. This song.
I play it loud. I imagine singing it to several loved ones. Imagine singing it to my dreams-in-progress. To my work. But I don’t sing it. I play it so fucking loudly and dance, dance, air drum and dance… losing myself to it in the way you should to a good, sad song when it hits that spot. Catharsis. Then I cue it up again. Start again. In every way.
Like a prisoner, freed —
rubbing his bare wrists
to soothe the burn
he can still feel there.
♥ ♥ ♥
This gal is righteous. Well played.
(Artist Seamlessly Inserts Herself into Vintage B&W Family Snapshots)