I could never understand how these things happen. for years you share the most intimate things, then suddenly a day comes and things feel “awkward “. timing is off, things don’t fit; hands don’t fit, faces don’t fit. and then there’s no going back. something is severed, ruptures. you become strangers to each other. and so I’m always left with the thought in the end, as if it was some type of unbreakable principle, that:
what comes, comes.
what goes, goes.
what stays, stays.
and one always braces for the worst
( recent portrait studies ) )
“All women are beautiful.”
I think that statement still doesn’t quite get the point. It smacks of the superficial, of external valuations- and the word “beautiful” itself is extremely problematic. The statement ” All women are interesting”, takes it to a different level, takes it away from questions of what is the “correct” shape, etc. and instead refocuses on what is intrinsic, developmental, evolutionary, experiential, internal.
“All women are interesting.”
And its ultimate logical conclusion: “Everyone is interesting.”