“All paths lead to the same goal; to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song, but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and believing in a common destiny”.
A slow leak in my brain reaches for the outer dimensions…
Haiti, a step into the Twilight Zone,
a black hole in the universe where countless dimensions exist simultaneously.
The Photographer aka Blond Voodoo
I am utterly smitten with Haiti.
It is as if my path in life was to land on the impoverished island to enable me to get my “spiritual shit ” together.
I thought I was there to make photographs and I did, some of them now signature images for me.
I found my photography/artist groove there becoming my deepest, truest self, unconcerned with conventional ideas of what ought to be.
Every day was a pursuit of self knowledge, the images in my viewfinder the reward.
In Haiti my soul has never been happier deeply committed to a spiritual path.
Voodoo ( derived from the words mystery and introspection) constitutes the credo of Haitian life. It is a path of self-discovery; a system of belief that there are no accidents and no event has a life of its own.
Dance, song and drumming are used to induce ecstasy through spirit possession. It is an honor for the loa (spirit) to mount or “possess” an initiate. A force so strong the initiate takes on the characteristics of the spirit.