bloggen zonder tekst – dag 16

bloggen zonder tekst dag 16

Integreer Instagram foto’s!
Van jezelf of van een ander.

Onderstaande foto’s komen van Humans of New York.
Momenteel staan hier ook foto’s met verhalen uit Peru.
Mooi he?

Dates in all kind of tasjes and shapes. Hou jij van dadels?

Een bericht gedeeld door Yvonne Ten Bruggencate (@fotografie_the_best_of_me) op

“I don’t enjoy observing people as much as I used to. Everyone acts like they’re on stage. People used to come to The Village sheepishly. Nobody was sure if they belonged. We didn’t know if we were artists. These days everyone walks around like they’re contributing something. There’s no angst anymore. There’s too much certainty. And that’s a shame. Because all the best art comes from people who feel like they don’t belong. Art is a way of proving your existence. When I was a young man, a person that I respected told me that I was an artist. It was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. I stopped walking into museums or galleries with a sense of awe. I walked in feeling like an ‘artist.’ My arms would be crossed. If I liked a piece, it was ‘good.’ If I didn’t like a piece, it was ‘bad.’ I didn’t feel vulnerable anymore. I lost my humility. And that’s when growth stops.”

Een bericht gedeeld door Humans of New York (@humansofny) op

“My mother abandoned me as an infant. My father left when I was seven, and a year later I began working as a maid. My earliest memories are cooking and cleaning. When I turned seventeen, I got a job on a construction site. I met a much older man there. I thought he was very handsome. And he was so nice to me. He’d bring me flowers, and apples, and oranges. If anyone was aggressive toward me, he would defend me. He made me feel whole. It was the first time that I’d ever felt truly happy. When I found out I was pregnant, I was so excited to tell him. I thought I would finally have a family. He’d always told me that he wanted to be with me. But when I gave him the news, he said: ‘I have a wife and children. We can never be together.’ Even now it hurts to remember. It hurt me more than not having parents.” (Medellín, Colombia)

Een bericht gedeeld door Humans of New York (@humansofny) op

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