Light of Soul

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The lesson of Freedom................Instead of the autobiography.

My name is Jordan.
Jordan ; " Catcher in the Rye... "

I know it does not tell you anything.

The year I was born,your mother admired Grace Kelly acting in "The Country Girl"- my mother was worried sick about how to provide for her family becouse all the shops were empty during Europe economical depression of 60's
When you were a child your father was taking you on mad journeys to watch the Boston Celticgames (you remember the smell of leather seats in your old Cadillac on the wild drives to Boston...)and children morning shows in the Radio City -I wished I had had with me at least one of my parentswho worked 25 hrs a day to make ends meet.
When a stuffed horse of a natural size displayed in the shop window on 5th Avenue at Schwartz,fascinated you ... (you finally got it on your sixth Bithday) I admired distant ships floatingin the bay from a branch of my favourite tree.I was dreaming of discovering the New World.
Than high school, college .... , first puppy - loves, girls and enchantments...You were discovering spiritual values in Tybet and I was incharge of summer camps for Christian Scouts.I dreamt I would be a film director one day...you had your feet firmly on the ground accepting the job on Wall Street.
I remember there was a moment when our life paths crossed ... - it was in the Central Park- on film set : " The Fisher King " ... do you remember -this meadow late in the night iluminatedby lights of skyscrapers around with the stars salling on to your head from the navy blue sky,- you gave a speach about what it means to be free ...
Yes I will remember that lesson...for my entire life.

There is nothing you can do if people's only aesthetical experiences ( not mention spiritual ones )come from the worry about the colour of their new Buick."The Sunflowers" by Van Gogh ...
It is much more than just a beautiful painting.
It is something you cannot express with words.It is a state of mind and spirit.
It took me so many years to get to know this. But shamefully not so many contemporaries of hisunderstood the same..
Athough there are people who are willing to pay milion dollarsfor a painting they cannot afford something that is priceless.
Fools!
They don't know there are things which are not for sale!
Like their souls which they have lost on their way.
They will not buy them out for sure.
Not at any price.
G r e a t J o k e r, who gives away paints out of his palette with generous hand,can also be demanding and hard on me...Well.... life is arranged in such a way...
Few human beings....
I remember me standing by the window at dusk in Somerville ( near New York ),watching that several - storey building opposite.I could see a man in one of the windows - always at the same time.He would light a candle on his piano and play...Was he playing Bach, Coltrane or Chopin...?I couldn't hear his music.But there was something else..
I could s e e that music.
Far away - somewhere on the horizon - there was a flaming sky - reflecting the lights of the Big Apple.
But that tiny flame of the candle was worth much more than all that f l o o d l i g h t of New York...
Only true love can be unselfish.
Even if it is m u s i c that is such love.
When you meet that guy from Somerville one day - say hallo from me.
He deserves it.He l o v e s music
My dream is to d o, what I really l o v e, one day...If you are able realize that color in my photography is music and black/white are it spirit
These few photographs is all I have for you only so l i t t l e.
But maybe I can say - I hope you'll understand --
so m u c h.

Jordan

P.S Funny enough... - I always thought this kind of things happen only in movies...









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