From the hundreds of thousands of dusty negatives to the gradually developed works, I watched this documentary in constant amazement at her works.
She is an enigma, has many pseudonyms, has no family records, is withdrawn, has a French accent, no one knows she was born in New York, doesn't want people to come into her room, works as a nanny, never married, has a dark side, She also put aside her nanny work and traveled around the world, but most importantly, she created a large number of astonishing photographic works with the Tailu that is always hanging in front of her neck. of herself in portraits of people, cities, landscapes, and reflective objects.
She seemed to see the misery, sadness and helplessness of those people, and the happiness and happiness of those children, which were simple and innocent. She collected news and paid attention to the society. She herself shot a lot of videotapes, audio recordings, and photography, with a strong sense of recording and precise and subtle observation angles. I think she can not only see the value of all the humble and vulgar things, but also has great empathy for the poor and shabby people. She likes to take children to explore the world in her eyes, and she likes to explore the world in her eyes through children and very few people. A friend of mine realizes her yearning for an emotional life, but she is violent and strict with children, and has hatred and fear of men; she calls herself a "spy", and she is indeed an amazing social observer And a great photographer who has never been discovered and an artist who is routinely unable to fit into normal worldly life.
The part that moved me the most was that she wrote a letter to the former owner of the photo studio saying that she wanted to cooperate. It can be seen that she also trusts her work very much, and hopes that the people she admires and the printing quality she can trust will be presented. these works. Of course, I won't speculate too much about her ambitions. I guess it's enough to satisfy my own obsessions and let me see these works are printed out on very good photographic paper.
She should not have known how moved I was when I saw those old people in their hometown in France, hunched over in front of the photos, seeing their deceased husbands, their brothers and sisters, and the landscape and land of their hometown. Although I have been struggling, what is the meaning of the work, to satisfy my creative desire, a value to focus on healing myself, or a sharing and dissemination of awakening feelings?
I used to think it was better to keep it to myself. Now I think it's too selfish to do so.
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