Here's Julien Tatham, a filmmaker in Paris. I meant to write this entry shortly after his wedding day on September 12 but then I slacked. I also owe him a visit in Paris - year after year I say I'd go, so let's hope I can make it next summer.
As one of my closest friends, JuJu (as he's affectionately called by his friends) has the following 'distinctions': 1. He's the only person who can always make me smile with a simple thing he says - something that shows how deeply he knows me or how similar we are; 2. He's one of the few people I'm totally open with because that's how he is with me. In our early days when we could still see each other, he'd look at me during the course of a conversation and say, 'You're not smiling' and I'd have to confess. 3. With sheer insistence, Julien made me get on the top of a crappy chair and do a rather indecent dance at 5am; 4. Between Julien and me I'm 'Co', short for Colette; 5. I can't remember a time when I didn't know Julien.
In other words, Julien is the one who knows my passion. We met four years ago at a moment when we'd both just gone through tumultuous times in our lives. Our connection - the interests, perspectives, hopes and passion we shared - was a source of consolation when we're picking our selves up in pieces, looking forward to a future when we'd dream and love again. At one point Julien and I fell out over some harsh words, but our hearts stayed connected and there was never a moment when we thought we'd let each other go.
After that Julien and I had parallel lives. We emerged from our hurt and seemingly entered new phrases of security, until discomfort and confusion crept in. Had we misled ourselves to believe in attempts in living a stable life? How long could we live with this involuntary coldness in our souls and stay in the wrong zones? The havocs that followed are history now. Even today, when Julien and I speak of what we've been through in the last few years, we share the same thoughts and feelings as if we're narrating the other's story.
In our books there're two key words: Story, and Love. Every creative project or relationship is a story, and love is the motivating force in our lives. Beyond my armor of aloofness, Julien knows my true dynamic--to fall and hurt and to believe again, never giving up on the promise of love and creativity. Or this is how I'd describe Julien: many artists want to call themselves crazy, but Julien is one of the few who live up to this word. Craziness is the quest for truth even to extremity. Julien and his works are just that.
Our parallel lives took a pause when Julien met the love of his life early this year. In his own words, Joanne broke his preconceptions about love--the idea of building a love story--and let him reveal the truth of himself. On September 12 they tied the knot. I'm incredibly happy for Julien for having found his true match. And if our similar temperaments are anything to go by, I'd hope to stay my course and soon meet the story that takes me by storm.
As one of my closest friends, JuJu (as he's affectionately called by his friends) has the following 'distinctions': 1. He's the only person who can always make me smile with a simple thing he says - something that shows how deeply he knows me or how similar we are; 2. He's one of the few people I'm totally open with because that's how he is with me. In our early days when we could still see each other, he'd look at me during the course of a conversation and say, 'You're not smiling' and I'd have to confess. 3. With sheer insistence, Julien made me get on the top of a crappy chair and do a rather indecent dance at 5am; 4. Between Julien and me I'm 'Co', short for Colette; 5. I can't remember a time when I didn't know Julien.
In other words, Julien is the one who knows my passion. We met four years ago at a moment when we'd both just gone through tumultuous times in our lives. Our connection - the interests, perspectives, hopes and passion we shared - was a source of consolation when we're picking our selves up in pieces, looking forward to a future when we'd dream and love again. At one point Julien and I fell out over some harsh words, but our hearts stayed connected and there was never a moment when we thought we'd let each other go.
After that Julien and I had parallel lives. We emerged from our hurt and seemingly entered new phrases of security, until discomfort and confusion crept in. Had we misled ourselves to believe in attempts in living a stable life? How long could we live with this involuntary coldness in our souls and stay in the wrong zones? The havocs that followed are history now. Even today, when Julien and I speak of what we've been through in the last few years, we share the same thoughts and feelings as if we're narrating the other's story.
In our books there're two key words: Story, and Love. Every creative project or relationship is a story, and love is the motivating force in our lives. Beyond my armor of aloofness, Julien knows my true dynamic--to fall and hurt and to believe again, never giving up on the promise of love and creativity. Or this is how I'd describe Julien: many artists want to call themselves crazy, but Julien is one of the few who live up to this word. Craziness is the quest for truth even to extremity. Julien and his works are just that.
Our parallel lives took a pause when Julien met the love of his life early this year. In his own words, Joanne broke his preconceptions about love--the idea of building a love story--and let him reveal the truth of himself. On September 12 they tied the knot. I'm incredibly happy for Julien for having found his true match. And if our similar temperaments are anything to go by, I'd hope to stay my course and soon meet the story that takes me by storm.
thank you so much for this entry, Colette...
ReplyDeleteIt means a lot to me. Truely.
Reading your words, those you have just left here, makes iron strongest in my "weblife"... and beyond.
And of course in this space, some who call it virtual place, out of boundaries, you are part of my world, you are it... so in it.
We have shared so much "inside matters" with our words, with those few moving webcam pictures - sometimes quite wierd i admit - those evanescent sound on telephone...
since so many years.
Sharing without reaching our real part of life in that physical reality, this everyday life, but incredibly we have always stayed so close to our own reality since all that time without cheating...
You are so special to me, and special is the word, a reflection where the power is over any real effects. We never talked for talking, always for the other, giving to eachother our essential inside reality.
Love has been there, because we know how this love affair can be so unique with its own wound. But we believe... faith is there, in our art and in our projection on this world. We know without trying to be the one who are always right, we just know because we make it, we don't stay on easy life, we want more from it.. this is art for me, this is an art of living...
I have always been close to you because i think i have always understand you as much you have read me. And when i read in your text your vision on that "Craziness", i feel so warm inside me because you have understand all, you understand me...
We will stay close friends for ever, and i want to make the effect, we can't make it disappear and i know we will do anything to make that word "vanish" out of any wish.