There is a point. I don’t know if physical or psychical. But I think, that if you find that point physically you will find it psychically, too. Yet this point is somewhere over here…
Borges said: the Alef. The One. And not just the beginning: “In Borges’ story, the Aleph is a point in space that contains all other points. Anyone who gazes into it can see everything in the universe from every angle simultaneously, without distortion, overlapping or confusion.” – (full article see here. Full story here)
Borges said: in space. But as in a previous post I asked: What if beyond this place nothing exists? Just you and your brain. Or your soul. Solipsism. — Is solipsism the ultimate state of mind? And in this case my place birth from solipsism is as just in space as Borges’ Alef?
There is a point, that is the sum of all points in the universe.
And I decided to find it. Right here. In this picture. In this place. In this universe.
ps.: more of point or pointless you should watch here
There is a place. The best, the greatest, the most intimate place on Earth. Or even in the Universe. Do you know where it could be? Everyone has one. And all places are just the same, and just different. It’s the place where we refuge in case of. It could be as a real place as well as a spiritual one. Maybe this place is between pages 158 and 159. Or between two notes of a symphony. It physical or psychical instance could be various, but the main characteristics remain the same: it protects us, we got some refill in it. Is the place, where you find yourself, where you become yourself and one again. Is the place, where everything that surrounds you disappear. You know that place, don’t you? It takes care of you, it spoils you, keeps you warm in cold and refreshes you in heat.
But what if this places is not the only one thing that is only yours? What if that all problems, discomforts, people, places a.s.o. what you try to heal inhere are only your grey matter’s product? What if beyond this place nothing exists? Just you and your brain. Or your soul. Solipsism.
There is a place where you find yourself. But is there a place?
Or only your grey matter plays a kinky game with you?
Two years ago, around march, I took this strange picture. Everyday single day I passed by this hillside, and that day I knew that it have to be captured. I composed a while, but there was something with its descendent lines. Top left down to bottom right. And I took a decision. A decision that changed my photography vision.
I don’t know if this is a good pic, or not. Maybe it’s a pathetic one. But I consider it a milestone in work.
It does not have a properly defined subject. But I did choose to have not a properly defined subject. The subject is the decision itself.
To avoid descending lines I did rotate the camera. I rarely rotate the camera. Almost never. But I took this decision, too…
And the most important part is of this process: I decided to share it.