Για το photologio, η φωτογράφος Μάι Λαγοπούλου ανασύρει από το προσωπικό της αρχείο 4+1 αγαπημένες της φωτογραφίες, και μας τις παρουσιάζει μαζί με προσωπικές σκέψεις και αναμνήσεις

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Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

(Bob Dylan, απόσπασμα από το τραγούδι “A hard rain’s a-gonna fall”)

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One of the main places in C.S. Lewis’ Narnia tales is there, where the great Lion comes to the land that has been frozen in an endless winter for years.

The moment after everything begins to melt.
Small shoots bursts into flowers.
Frozen surfaces become living roads and silence becomes chirping birds and growing grass.
Dead statues come alive again.

One of the great battles in every person’s life is between the obvious expected and gratitude.
That we take most things for granted.
That we are well and have each other and have everything.
Until we don’t have it anymore.
Finally, we see what we had.
And how much we miss it.
And how grateful we would be if we could get it back.

After frost spring comes…”

(Arne Andreasen από το “Lost and found”)

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Με μάτια κλειστά
Όνειρα μεγαλύτερα
Με κλειστό στόμα
Μιλάμε καλύτερα

(Γιώργος Μενέλαος Μαρίνος)

Και πού να πας και πού να `ρθείς
και πού να επιστρέψεις,
που `ναι τα ξένα μακρινά
κι ειν’ τα δικά μας ξένα
και πού να επιστρέψεις.

Μικρή βαλίτσα και βαριά,
γεμάτη πέτρα κι ήλιο,
είναι το εμπρός ανήλιαγο
κι είναι σκληρό το πίσω
και πού να σ’ ακουμπήσω.

Μικρή βαλίτσα κι αδειανή
κι ας μου `κοψε τα χέρια,
δε βρίσκω τόπο να σταθώ,
ματώνω να σ’ αφήσω,
λυγώ να σε κρατήσω.

Και πού να πάω και πού να `ρθώ
και πού να επιστρέψω,
που `ναι τα ξένα μακρινά
κι είν’ τα δικά μου ξένα
και πού να επιστρέψω.

(Αλκίνοος Ιωαννίδης, Μικρή Βαλίτσα)

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Η Μάι Λαγοπούλου επιλέγει … Humberto Rivas

“It was an exhibition of portraits and an elderly lady came in with a shopping trolley and she went round the whole of the exhibition, looking closely at all the photographs.
Suddenly she turned to us and asked, ‘Who photographed all these lunatics? I’ll bet he’s madder than they are’.
I thought it was great.
When you don’t feel obliged to do things, it inevitably shows through.”

(Απόσπασμα της συνέντευξης με τον Humberto Rivas του David Balsells τον Ιούνιο του 2006)

“One thing is what we see, and another thing is how we relate and feel about it.
One has to let oneself be carried away by his own instinct.”

(Humberto Rivas)