mercredi 1 août 2012


 "He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg.

But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly in a tree. Then a tall tree. Then the sky.

That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing.
You'll end up looking at the sky."

"And believe me(...)_ it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty space; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear."
Truman Capote Breakfast at Tiffany's

3 commentaires:

  1. Hi Cat. Love these photographs (and the ones in the previous post), love this book, love the Stones! :)

    PS..are the silhouettes in the photographs your sons?

    1. Hi Judith. Always a pleasure to read you. I went with my two sons at the contemporary museum of Toulouse called "les abattoirs" (it's installed in older slaughterhouses). Here a work from Mona Hatoum " Light sentences" tempted me to read again "breakfast at Tiffany's".
      The silhouettes In the previous post are my sons(and favorite models) : Maxime and Victor (21 and 17 years old)... The source of my daily inspiration!!!

  2. great!!!

    your sister always looking at the wild sky...