Friday, March 6, 2009

The reader became the book.


The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book.
- Wallace Stevens

4 comments:

thinker said...

Great, i like how you actually managed to put a house in the book:) And all that in your favorite color!
I am curious, what is the text about?

Luisa Santos said...

Glad you like it, thanks Thinker :)
it's actually an old image when I used to photograph my notebooks :)
I had to go back to the image to try and remember what I was writing here. It began with something about conceptualism and photography (for my paper) and then - as usually - I got lost on my thoughts while I wrote and I began writing about myself and the feeling of not being at home, being caught by a nostalgia, being caught by dilemas of going vs staying and so on. And for some reaon, I made a drawing of a house exaclty how my mum used to draw it when I and my sister were really little :)

thinker said...

I like the photo and its story very much.
I too used to write things in notebooks before this era of keyboards came. And i miss the charm of it, the smell of paper and the unique hand-written words..

Luisa Santos said...

yes, notebooks are so precious... it's always great to begin and finish one. I still keep some and still write on new ones, all the time :)