[Bloodshed after a skate scooter race amongst a few boys at the square. There was no sign of pain at all. This photo is from my first day of shooting at the Arles workshop.]
13th July: First time taking a course organised under Les Rencontres d’Arles. I’m taking a week-long workshop by Gilles Leimdorfer called “Explore and discover your own photographic language”. I guess that’s the beauty of photography – you never stop learning and you never really reach a peak in a way. It’s not like an academic exam where you can attain 100%; the process never ends for photography. I’m the only Asian in class and the only one who can’t speak/understand French. It’s times like this yet again that I wish I knew many languages. The photo above reminds me of how when I was young, I wasn’t afraid to try things, not afraid to fall down. Why do we learn to become fearful when we grow up?
14th July: My first time being in France on its national day. Apart from having the international photography festival and exhibitions during this period, this week also happens to be the world music festival in Arles. This morning was the first time I attended a free concert organised as part of Les Sud a Arles.
Hey Jac,
Came across your blog from the link on Facebook today, really drawn to this photo, the raw wound reminds me vividly of all the scrapes I used to get into during my tomboyish childhood.
Your photos are amazing btw, hope you are having a wonderful time in la belle France. I visited Arles a few years ago and found the Provençal summer wonderful. If you have the chance to visit Marseille which is a train ride away, the view from the vantage point of the Basilique Notre Dame de la Garde is stupendous and breathtaking.
Bon voyage!
Tien x
@tien Thanks! Well I guess the scrapes and all that is something that must have been repeated at rugby sessions too. I had an awesome time in Arles and visited Marseille too. Marseille had such a wonderful relaxing feeling, almost as if the people there were perpetually on holiday or something.