Hey folks.... This one was tough. I had problems getting the people I needed to execute my idea's and have made some compromises to make it all happen and keep moving. The passage itself is tough. I find my interpretations really take two very different approaches to "Love". Despite the struggles to achieve these two visuals, I am very happy with the results. Since the images are completely different in defining "love", I put them into two separate posts below. Please comment, I value them all. As I like to say Love it or hate it, let's debate it. Thanks for continuing to be my companion on these visual journey's.
Justine by Lawrence Durrell
"And all this brings me back to myself, for I too have been changing in some curious way. The old self sufficient life has transformed itself into something a little hollow, a little empty. It no longer answers my deepest needs. Somewhere deep inside a tide seems to have turned in my nature. I do not know why but it is towards you my dear friend, that my thoughts have turned more and more of late. Can one be frank? Is there friendship this side of love which could be sought and found? I speak no more of love-the word and its conventions have become odious to me. But is there a friendship possible to attain which is deeper even, limitlessly deep, and yet wordless, idealess? It seems somehow necessary to find a human being to whom one can be faithful, not in the body (I leave that to the priests) but in the culprit mind? But perhaps this is not the sort of problem which will interest you much these days. Once or twice I have felt the absurd desire to come to you and offer my services in looking after the child perhaps. But it seems clear that you do not really need anybody any more, and that you value your solitude above all things.."