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When I sit
on top of a mountain, admiring the view,
I feel the urge to document it.
I want to take a picture of it and / or turn it into an artwork.
And usually that's what I would do.
Is it greed that drives me to do that, trying to capture the image
and make it mine like a jealous lover?
Is it fishing for attention once I'll show my art to third parties?
Or is it something I can brag about like a regular in the local
pub who recites the daily news to his companion as if it was his
own creation?
One thing I know for sure, I never think about that I could turn
it into a few bucks.
Maybe it
is the desire to please other people, a way to let them share my
happiness.
Something I couldn't do if I would be the only one who had a chance
to see it.
I have no choice. I have to document it.
And while I am deeply involved in the craftsmanship of documenting,
I am loosing the tranquillity of the moment.
The wonder had moved on.
It didn't wait for me and all I am left with is the same second
hand information like everybody else.
Ohhhh come
on wipe your tears.
I really can't drag a whole bunch of art lovers up a hill so that
they can see the view, can I?
Tagaytay,
The Garden of Popo San Pascual
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yesterday
