One March afternoon in 1969 I was on the deck of a Chinese junk listening to the water clop against the wooden hull and enjoying a breeze that blew toward the South China Sea. The junk bobbed ... [+]
Before I was born, I wanted to be a photograph. At that time, I didn’t know whether it would be of my childhood, youth, or adulthood. Or of when I am dead. What mattered was that I had a negative and positive image of myself. I am not referring to psychological traits but to the coexistence of those sides of reality.
Into my oldness, I realized that the positive image is not as important as the negative. Not only the negative creates the positive but preserves the memories. For this reason, digital images, with no negative, only help to forget.
Into my oldness, I realized that the positive image is not as important as the negative. Not only the negative creates the positive but preserves the memories. For this reason, digital images, with no negative, only help to forget.