I have so many thoughts in my mind to write. I was listening to Caternia Fake’s interview (the founder of Flickr and Findery) in CreativeLive a couple of weeks ago and there she was talking about the moments of flourishing, the moments where she writes 3 or 4 posts in one night. I have been like that in the last couple of days. They are so many observations that I want to document and I am way behind my schedule. But today I will postpone all of them and I will write about someone very special, someone that I have just realized we have lost. A true intellectual and an artist by any measure and any standard.
We were spending an amazing afternoon, under the sun feeling the breeze on our skin in one of Montreal parks having picnic with some dear friends and discussing about our futures when we heard the news. Abbas Kiarostami has passed away. Recently, during one of my trips to Toronto, I have seen an extraordinary photo exhibition by him at Aga Khan museum and since I have just started to be more curious about my observations, I got really inspired by the work and wrote a post about it. He has been around since I can remember directing movies, doing photography, writing poems, or better say changing mindsets by raising the most accurate questions.
When you are young you don’t appreciate the thought process of those who are creating in every minute of their lives using any medium they find. But as I became a bit older I have started to learn the constant awareness of a thinker who questions everything from mortality to loyalty, relations and the shortcomings of a culture. He started his career from the children’s world , he followed the victims of one of the most fatal earthquakes in Iran and narrated their stories in the most poetic way, he questioned death, love, eternity and anything that can help a human being to pause and think in a more profound level.
All these years besides sharing his ideas using the lens of a camera, he wrote poems and took pictures of his journey. He won the palm d’or of Cannes festival in 1997 But he was much more than an award. He was a philosopher and an artist, a true legend who lived his life to the fullest and the world benefitted from his presence.
As Guardian describes “The sophisticated, self-possessed master of cinematic poetry and one of the great directors of our time has passed away.” His art will live long after him and will help so many people to see the world better.
Rest in Peace Master