Having re-read the #LeonardCohen near immortal line “there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”, I got to wondering if perhaps the light might have already been inside attempting an escape. And if that was the case then what that might say to the journey of becoming a someone.
A four sentence poem + a 3 minutes film …
There was a man who lived in a cottage. He came to a day course I once did, and said ‘I’ve had a lovely day out’. The words were not entirely true. The next time I was in England I felt compelled to drive half the length of the country with my camera. This is the result. Fair warning – this is way out there …
America has an inner voice. A voice that’s been mostly ignored. A voice that exists beyond the opinions of right and wrong. And so I have set out to capture it on film. America’s very Soul.
In starting such an adventure there have been some definitive moments. In a 3rd Grade in Tucson, Arizona a young girl stood by my shoulder, and when it came time to sit in front of the camera she said ‘I wish people would just understand’. When I asked her ‘Understand what?’ she replied ‘Each other. I wish people would understand each other. That’s it.’
And with that she stood up and walked off. As if she had come from far off to say just those few words. To tell us how simple it might be. But of course hearing the words and the words falling deep and irrevocably inside are so often poles apart …
Olav de Maat and his girl friend came along to an evening entitled ‘How to See the Human Soul’ in Amsterdam a few weeks back. And that is what we set about doing. With the image from the Soul Biographies camera projected on to a large cinema screen. Imagine the subjects – thank you Goor and Carolien – left with nowhere to hide and the beyond intimate black and white image leaving the audience similarly with nowhere to hide.
He wrote me this simple line a few days ago, about the experience of seeing deeper from inside their relationship.
‘… we actually look at each other differently now. Literally.’
We have acquired the use of an RV for September and will be heading South for Dallas and beyond …
It’s 2am. You’re wide awake.
Feeling alone. Unseen.
And inexplicably lost.
Discontent despite all
that you have around you.
The people. Your life.
You wear a face that tells
the world you’re OK,
but you’re not.
You’re bone achingly tired
from the relentless
game of belonging.
You long for a meaningful place
in the world. And to
belong without condition.
You long to be seen …
There was a time where I was almost between Worlds. The Business World and the World that would come. But a World I didn’t know existed. And I made a game up. In retrospect it drew my notice to something that would define the way of Soul Biographies. The way of so much that I now experience. Last week I sat in front of the camera, and recounted the experience of this game …
‘… the idea of doing this (Soul Biographies) just turned up one day. There was no thinking it through. It was one of those intuitive ideas that exists in the realm of knowing. I knew I have to do this. But I have no idea why, how or in service of what.’ 2 Minute Film …