In a way we stop being able to hear it. So this project was about reclaiming [Vivaldi’s Four Seasons] for me personally. I wanted to fall in love with it all over again […] By getting inside it and rediscovering it for myself – I was able to take a new path through a well-known landscape.*
My reading is looking.
My walking is looking.
My talking is looking.
My listening is looking.
My thinking is looking.
Even my looking is looking
It could be better, though.
I miss such a lot, and when something becomes familiar, it can disappear from my sight.
May our looking turn into seeing and may our seeing change us.
Saying I haven’t finished looking yet is like saying I haven’t finished changing yet.