She was waiting for her lover to meet her in New Dehli on January 24th 1985 but he never showed. He was in hospital with a gamy finger. She was dumped the next day unceremoniously over the phone, a red phone.
Sophie returned to France and decided to start the healing process by using her experience and asked friends, family and others when they had suffered most. She then used their accounts to put her own suffering into perspective. The result was a book, split into "before unhappiness" and "after unhappiness"
the images in "before unhappiness" were of her scholarship to Japan, I wonder what she would have done with the images if there hadn't been an "after".
Sophie's passage is on the left, it changes on every page with varying details about the moment of unhappiness, each accompanied by the image of the red phone in the room where it happened. The text fades and becomes shorter over the passing of time, the time it takes for her to get over it and accept it. The image remains the same.
With repetition as necessity I am not repeating the images to get over it or accept it, I dont want them to fade or change either, they are there to remind me that it happened.
So I intend to respond...by writing my account over the course of a few weeks to see the result, I respond to text. It is my way toward images.
