Let Me Out, Let Me Go

© Saâd Kadhi

While practicing The Art of Getting Lost during the coronavirus lockdown, my eyes were caught by what looked like a dangling curtain or a tablecloth.

A mild wind was toying with it, as if it was offering it a possible freedom from the frame it was imprisoned in, a freedom to roam the world, only to kill the hope it created a moment later. An interpretation of what life can be, particularly during the confinement.

Fittingly, as to reinforce this ‘hopperian’ image, a jogger showed up…

The Shelter that Wasn’t

© Saâd Kadhi

I took this picture during a walk in a neighbourhood I hadn’t explored before. I ended up there by chance. As often when I go out for a photo session, I didn’t have a particular aim. I let my mind take the backseat and follow whatever direction my eyes, my heart or my feet take. This is what my longtime friend and partner-in-art Alexandre Dulaunoy defines as The Art of Getting Lost.

The sky was grey. It wasn’t one of those gorgeous overcast days that allow me to ‘paint’ so easily with light and shadows.

Due to the coronavirus lockdown, there was almost nobody on the streets. I felt relaxed and happy. I guess that, for a street photographer, confinement is a great opportunity to wander, letting their gaze (and their lens) capture the surrounding environment, while of course minding physical distances should they encounter fellow humans.

When I came across the chamber depicted above, reading the sign saying ‘this place is empty’, I wondered what happened, what was the story behind its shutdown. Who are the owners? What kind of venue was it?

I could have researched it, looked it up on a search engine or ask around have I encountered someone (no single soul was to be seen). I could have asked my local friends who might have known the place.

But some questions are better left unanswered. I prefer writing in my mind a fictitious story, riding my imagination, giving viewers an opportunity to create their own stories.

Don’t they say a picture is worth a thousand words?

Stay safe, stay sane and, please, reconsider how narrow a place we’ve been giving to art in our lives.

Trouble and Me

© Saâd Kadhi

‘The mind slivers
Patient, my mind quivers
Stand and deliver
A better way, a solace for my soul, hey
In any river
Come along, come together
Witness the happening
Where sane folk slowly lose control, hey

Trouble and me
Trouble and me
Trouble and me
Trouble and me
I feel it all the time
I’m hanging on the line
Trouble and me…

Trouble + Me. Ghostpoet.

L’échappée belle

Corto, à jamais © Saâd Kadhi

J’en ai assez du confinement.

J’ai décidé de larguer les amarres de la peur, de tourner le dos aux falaises de l’incertitude.

J’ai décidé de me remettre à la religion, au culte du rêve et du voyage. Sur place.

J’ai pris place à bord d’un navire mystique, aux côtés d’un marin de qualité, un homme de goût, un gentleman comme il n’en existe plus.

A ses côtés, je ferai escale à Venise, je goûterai la mer salée. Nous irons ensuite repriser nos cals et nos accrocs dans une maison dorée, du côté de Samarkand.

Cette nuit, je marcherai vers le soleil. Et puis quand je l’aurai rejoint, un tango nous danserons.