deja vu

exhibition “Bruno Schulz, La république des rêves”, Musée d’art et d’histoire du Judaïsme, Paris. 13 oct 2004 – 23 jan 2005
I’d like to see this exhibition.

I remember this time with Schulz :
keeping his book in my hands,
I’m not alone to feel me different…

“I am simply calling it The Book without any epithets or qualifications, and in this sobriety there is a shade of helplessness, a silent capitulation before the vastness of the transcendental, for no word, no allusion, can adequately suggest the shiver of fear the presentiment of a thing without name that exceeds all our capacity for wonder. ” (from ‘The Book’ in Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass, 1937)

“On Saturday afternoons I used to go for a walk with my mother. From the dusk of the hallway, we stepped at once into the brightness of the day. The passers-by, bathed in melting gold, had their eyes half closed against the glare, as if they were drenched with honey. Upper lips were drawn back, exposing the teeth. Everyone in this golden day wore that grimace of heat – as if the sun had forced his worshipers to wear identical masks of gold. The old and the young, women and children, faces with thick gold paint; they smiled at each other’s pagan faces – the barbaric smiles of Bacchus.” (from ‘August’ in The Street of Crocodiles, 1934)

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“letter from an unknown woman” Max Ophuls, 1948

She’s watching to him.
He doesn’t see her.
At this moment begins the dream, outside of reality.

Then, everything is possible, to stay in this world or to fall down…

I like this photograph, this look.
Is he looking to me or playing with the camera?

J’espere que tu ne m’en veux pas de montrer cette image.

“we have to respect black as nothing can prostitute it… It is the agent of one’s spirit more than any colour” Odilon redon

Humorless feminist “comedy” of 1925.
“To demand that color in color films should be “natural” is to misunderstand all that is involved” Carl T. Dreyer

“I don’t think that writers or painters or filmmakers function because they have something they particularly want to say. They have something that they feel. And they like the art form; they like words, or the smell of paint, or celluloid and photographic images and working with actors. I don’t think that any genuine artist has ever been oriented by some didactic point of view, even if he thought he was.” Stanley Kubrick, 1955