I remember a strong separation between practice and performance. Practice was private and ephemeral — the place you made all of your discoveries and mistakes. Performance was planned, shared, captured and reflected upon over and over.
Now, every day feels like practice, and every day feels like a performance. A day for discoveries and mistakes, but shared, captured, and reflected upon if I find the time.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home