Welcome to the fourth Sketch Letter! Over the course of a full year I will send out a Sketch Letter every Friday containing a new photographic sketch. It wil be hot from the press, unpublished and made over the course of that very week.
Sketch # 04 Green Fortress. Funny creatures we are, Everybody wants a green fortress, but nobody a wall. I see a somtimes even desperate urge to ban the eye of the outside observer. Some of them look pretty grim. Others do make me smile, it is a moving thought to realize how much effort and even love has been spent in in those peculair bulwarks.
Most people tend to touch each other, after I ask them to take a moment for a photo. It makes me wonder about how well we know the other, or even ourself. We have this idea about how we see ourselves and yet we may be surprised or even embarrassed to see what we look like in a picture. What do we mutually allow our partner to see of us. What do we rather hide? What are we proud of? Even when you don't see the other, they are still there. It somehow gives us four eyes.
While chasing clouds during the day, makes you dream at night
After 24 hours without sleep I read a bedtime story to Winnie. About halfway the page she pokes me in the side and asked me indignanty what this last part with the police chase had to do with the story. I realise my dream took over, our bed is a car and we can go anywhere.
A change in the weather is sufficient to behave differently. In this lightness of our experience it feels like we have nothing to fear just gravity.
Somedays it feels like I know everything, but most of the time I only know the things I see. Until I start thinking about them.
Special thanks to: Poike Stomps, Lars kroon, Femke Dee, Marianne Beuken, Tamar van Haastrecht en Renda van der Burg
I am here, with a mirror, in one of the dimensions of time. I am not sure which one anymore. They appear to mingle.
When I look down at the live webcam image of my telephone the sun is there, but when i look up it's cloudy.
A police officer on a motorcycle stops and politely asks me the get off the street. Back on the sidewalk I look down at my screen again to see him and i talk.
Ps my mother took screenshots from live webcams in and around Amsterdam when I signaled with a mirror to her. Suddenly I realise Trump must have had a mother to.
Thanks to Tamar van Haastrecht. Renda Van der Burg, Poike Stomps, Marianne beuken en Femke Dee
Fear itself. It comes and goes. Nothing that comes and goes is you!
Most of the times I am caught by surprise catching the wind my face. I know my city by now and at some corners i long for the moment the wind hits me.
34 Encounters with 9471 steps crossing the the city. Lots of laughs, one tear, 12 people are not in to it, a bag of carrots as a gift, an accident, a lost dog, a broodje kroket. And Damian, who is still in my mind and will stay there for a while. He dreams of playing in a band and when he will ever have a daughter he will name her Amelie.
Sometimes it feels nothing happens until something moves, but sometimes everything moves without taking part of it.
I keep on walking until i am home.
Tourist, it's a weird state of being. Everything about life is different once we are in an 'exotic' world. We wander, we behave differently, yet we all behave more or less the same.
This week's Sketch is a co-photo production with Tamar van Haastrecht.
You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.
Self-portrait, Words by Haruki Murakami and Photo by Femke Dee
What would we be without the sun? Ironically, looking at that big old friend is nearly impossible. It shines so bright that it hurts our eyes. How can we appreciate a friend for what he's doing if we can't look directly into the face? We can only face him with our eyes closed or around dusk and dawn.
A window is a hole in a wall. The funny thing is that if you can look through it, others can do the same. During the day and from a higher altitude you feel unobserved and safe, you can watch the outside world below.
But when the twilight sets in and it slowly becomes dark things turn around.
When driving past the small patches of green jammed between highway and exit I always sense an atmosphere of tranquility. I'm supposed to go out, but i want to go in. But just like in the eye of the storm, the peace and serenity merely appear in the centre.
If you look at anything long enough it seems to turn into something else. It felt strangely intimate to get so close to someone that I could see the skin under their hair. Most people sensed me behind them and we ended up chatting and although I have forgotten their faces I still remember their words.
Photographed at several public squares in some bigger cities on Cuba. Its the only place where internet is available yet. The biggest change coming over Cuba would well be the fact that internet became available. It’s a change you certainly want the Cubans to benefit from, but at the same time you might wish to spare them the load. When I asked people if they are excited about this innovation and the change it will bring, the answer usually is that they do look forward to it, to ad hesitantly that perhaps it shouldn’t come all too fast.