Os autocarros de Helsínquia

Eis como um texto sobre a fotografia pode revelar-se uma excelente lição para a vida.
Vamos por partes.

Encontro entre estas duas imagens uma semelhança que me agrada e que suspeito que possa não ser fruto do acaso:





A primeira é uma das imagens que ilustram este artigo de Arno Rafael Minkkinen, a segunda é de uma fotógrafa de que já aqui falei inúmeras vezes e que é provavelmente a fotógrafa em cujo autocarro mais me apetece seguir, aproveitando a metáfora de Minkkinen. Curiosamente, a de Minkkinen foi feita em Rhode Island. Isto anda tudo ligado.

Agora, alguns destaques desse fantástico artigo:

"What to do? It’s simple: Stay on the bus. Stay on the f**king bus.

Why? Because if you do, in time you will begin to see a difference. The buses that move out of Helsinki stay on the same line but only for a while, maybe a kilometer or two. Then they begin to separate, each number heading off to its own unique destination. Bus 33 suddenly goes north, bus 19 southwest. For a time maybe 21 and 71 dovetail each other for a spell, but soon they split off as well. Irving Penn is headed elsewhere.

It’s the separation that makes all the difference, and once you start to see that difference in your work from the work you so admire (that’s why you chose that platform after all), it’s time to look for your breakthrough."

"We do not have to be number one in this world. We only have to be number one to ourselves. There is a special peace that comes with such humility. When you reach this peak in life, you’ve reached the highest mountain peak of them all."

"It’s a lesson we are learning back in the classrooms of America I think. I hope. When I see bumper stickers that read: “My child is on the honor roll,” I see all the sons and daughters that didn’t make the list. Tracey Moffatt has a poignant series of works dedicated to athletes who’ve come in fourth place: no gold, no silver, not even bronze. Being numero uno? Stardom is no dream to chase. We just need to be good. And make good work."