And I wake up. New York City, November 21st, 2017
Behind the scenes of a #retrospective / End
And I wake up, I see new horizons.
Lines and lights that were unknown to me, or may be I had just forgotten.
And I remember, that time not so long ago when I was free to look at things, not playing games.
And I missed it, missed it so very much, this freedom to decide what to look at and to listen to my heart only to guide my steps and leave my eyes dazzled by the light.
Where have I been? Where did the road take me?
And I wake up, and see light and I follow, and see another one, and it becomes like a river, like a sudden epiphany.
And everything becomes so clear so sharp and evident, so much that the past suddenly disappears, like if there was never a past.
These traces, these fragments, the leftovers, I had to go through them, I had to let them submerge me, to let them make me suffocate, and to drown into them.
I have recorded life, until one day I stopped.
I just didn’t know, It became something else, something distant and in control, pleasing and made to please.
I have looked at life, looked at the world, and one day I have stopped looking at it.
It took time, it took a life, another one, to realize, in the end, to understand, truly, deeply, and violently.
And I wake up, and I finally look at the world like at its first morning, like a rebirth, I forget everything, leave behind the traces of a time gone for what they are, just for what they are.
And I see, like I have not seen in ages, this light, this love, this beauty, all this beauty.
New York City,