‘‘One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make it worth watching.”
I thought the following posts say a whole lot more about me than the usual bio. I sure hope this will keep you interested in what I will want to share with you in the future.
”I decided to be a witness of the sad beauty of those who had left the ship to sail away in a world of their own.”
Introduction by Helene Burkholder
If I may, I would like to share a few pictures on The End of Being that were taken by a virtual friend of mine, Tobe Damit. I first saw these photos posted on his Facebook account about a year ago. I thought those pictures were phenomenal for a few reasons: They were shot on film (rather than digitally) then scanned, are not photoshopped, nor artificially lit or staged. I always found that photos shot to film by analog camera have a wonderful graphic quality that I find myself missing nowadays. They also display a world which, apart from the new flashy technology we now have, has not changed much – alcoholism, despair, homelessness, poverty and abandonment are still very present today as they were when these pictures were taken in 1988 and 1989. These photos will probably be viewed by some as flawed, but to me they exude a rawness that I find missing in today’s ‘perfectly framed’ digital photography. All photos and texts by Tobe Damit.
I had just finished my second of three college years in the program in Arts and Media Technologies in Jonquière (Québec), and my girlfriend and I met up with four of her friends – one of whom was just back from spending 2 years in Thailand and was brought back to Canada after a hard and long search led by his father – half-way on route to Québec City, where there was this huge party planned for the birthday of a friend of my girlfriend and her best friend. It all went perfectly wrong, as any real good party should go, and the police had to end it abruptly. Four of us decided there and then to go on a road trip going from Quebec City, to Montreal, to New-York, ending in Virginia Beach, since all of us were free for the summer and had cars at our disposition. The main declared purpose of this road trip was unknown to all of us.
During this trip, I got to better know one of the friends that was with us. This guy had gone totally mad travelling across Thailand, doing stuff with no logical meaning whatsoever. He was seen by many locals and left behind him only whispers of pity and incomprehension. This lunatic was pretty much out of it and nobody had managed to find out what had happened to put this previously very open-hearted, grounded, good fellow and appreciated companion, in this state… This had a very strong effect on me and I realised how thin the line that kept us mentally fit (according to social standards) was, and made me appreciate that these people also had some kind of wisdom and spontaneity that most of us “sane people” were somehow lacking… So, as I had my old Leica camera with me, I decided to be a witness of the sad beauty of those who had left the ship to sail away in a world of their own.
It was somehow prophetic because 20 years later I was myself declared as having a schizoid-paranoid personality. A disease that is supposed to be, by definition, chronic and never go away but some miracle saved me and I can tell you for sure now that I am back to my old self. Going through this maze had a strong spiritual impact on me and even today there are some things that happened during that period that I cannot explain, things I was foreseeing, thought that I was reading in other peoples’ minds…
I do indeed take a lot of interest in human nature in every possible way, the closer to the heart the better. I do realise people would maybe have liked to know more about the pictures but being who I am I as afraid to be boring them because I do like to write. It is my second talent, maybe even my first but English being a second langage to me, I am afraid to make very obvious mistakes. I would be happy however to answer any specific questions you might have about me or the pictures. It truly sucks to have your camera stolen. Especially when the culprit is themother of your child. Thank you so much for your interest and your kind words. Thank you for allowing me to share the way I perceive the world with so many people. It means a lot to me. Thanks to Helen who gave me the chance to share my work and who saw something into it. Thanks to Rob from the website The End of Being who gave me such a nice presentation and gave my work such value. Forever grateful to the both of you.
Sadness Has an High IQ.
Once I was with my grandfather and I was about 7 or 8 years old. We stopped at a red light and in front of us passed like a dozen of people who were obviously ill mentally ( I dunno what the politically correct term is nowadays but I’d use it if I knew it I promise) so I said to him ”OMG they must be sooo saad” and he said ”No they are not, actually maybe they are happier then a lot of very very brilliant people with a very high IQ” so I said ”Why?? Why would you say that??” He said ” Well, they do not know some things and maybe it’s better that way”. I know it’s not funny but I had to tell you cuz I never told this to anyone and from this day on, I realised that very often I was sad because I think too much. From that day on I sincerly wished to be a ”Happy Imbedcile”. I don’t think I got much success at it.
On this pic my grandfather is the one sitting at the table, ready to write down something on a pad with a pen. His name was Pierre-Paul Leduc and he was leader of scouting patrols during WW II. May he rest in Peace.
My grandfather appears on this pic. He’s the one ready to write on a white pad: