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發表於 2014-5-5 14:53:16
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Bubu hing, your question has lingered on my mind for several months. I still couldn't find a way to explain my thinking, until recently I read a poem by TS Eliot, "Ash-Wednesday," which is actually about religion. It writes:
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice.
I think there is some form of sacredness about human faces. The realness of the face, maybe? And that is something makes portraiture always a process of acting. "What is actual is actual only for one time." |
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