Moi qui suis une grande amatrice d’histoires et d’univers complexes et sensibles. Voici mon coup de cœur de la semaine : LOTTIE DAVIES.

Ses photographies aux compositions calculées sont finement expliquées et c’est ce partage qui me plaît chez lui. En voici quelques-unes, tirée de la section FINE ART.

Explications tirées de son site, traduction non-disponible, désolée.

Viola As Twins (photo ci-dessus)
It’s a very sunny, positive atmosphere. Viola (my three year old) runs up to me with her arms open wide, calling « mummy, mummy », a big smile across her face. As she gets closer another Viola coming from behind her does exactly the same thing. The whole atmosphere shifts, turning the dream into a nightmare. I’m left speechless, wondering who the second girl is and, by the same token, if the first one is really my little girl at all.

Another, very brief dream; Viola’s there again, happy and smiling. She’s blonde with blue eyes (in real life and in the dream). Then suddenly another little girl appears. In the dream I know her to be Viola too, but this second girl is dark, with green eyes, also very pretty. They both behave like I’m their mummy but don’t seem to notice one another. I feel like something’s wrong, then I realize I can’t remember having had twins. I don’t know who my daughter is.

The Day My Brother Was Born
One of my earliest memories is from the day my brother was born, 14th December 1973. I am running down a corridor in a hospital, and to my right I can see a playroom with a dapple-grey rocking horse in the far corner. Usually I’d have gone straight in because the rocking horse was my dream toy, but I carried on running, thinking « I’ll go back and play later ». My mother remembers hearing me shout at the top of my voice as I was running; « I’m going to see my mummy! »

The Blue Bedroom
I remember my bedroom when I was about – who knows, 3 or 4 – and early in the morning when it was still half light I could see my dad getting his ties out of the closet in the hall. I would watch him in silence through the crack in the door as he got ready for work.

Bizarre nightmare: Had so many so I’ll give the one I had two nights ago… I was pregnant with quintuplets, and this was scary as I didn’t want any more kids (having a 10 and 13 year old already and I am 42 so too old, and not physically strong enough either), and I had to convince my midwife (who has retired) to be with me throughout the pregnancy and birth, as she had been with my other kids. Then when the quintuplets were born I was worried about the size of vehicle we now needed, as most people carriers are for 7 and we needed room for 8. How was I going to park that in London as easily as the small car we had already?! I wasn’t able to pursue my career, and my husband had to give up his music career to help care for the babies. So, would our relationship suffer? How would our 10 and 13 year old cope? Where would the finance come from? Would they have to become show babies like the French-Canadians in the 1950’s (I think) who had the state looking after their septruplets), and the mother had restricted access to her babies? I then woke up, rather bemused!


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