a precious friend made this little film for tv a long while back.
isn't it lovely how he's spilling his guts.
Showing posts with label head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label head. Show all posts
Monday, October 19, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I have often wondered at the resilience of the raw brick and concrete building at my design school at NID..
The electrical wires are all stripped bare and tied together in knots
It has always charged me to see the wiring just so.
It feels raw and waiting and responsible and truthful.
It feels like great things are possible, that things can be cleaned out, that many heads have leaned back against these very brick walls and thought the same.
Prashant Miranda breathed around the same corridors at another time around my institute. And this is where we loop back,..
The electrical wires are all stripped bare and tied together in knots
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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Just thought I'd FIFO this article I came across, amongst other things I find his breaking down of life between lenses hilarious.
then I like orange.
ahah
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Here's the article: Covering a Dust Storm: Tim Wimborne
an excerpt..
"..6). Multi-task. After making an initial file of 6 pictures, my morning included shooting more in the continuing red gale. I shot more as commuters started pouring into the city by road and foot, capturing television footage for my RTN colleagues, filing more, ducking back across the harbour to take my sick wife to the doctor, texting colleagues so we were both on the same page, dressing my son, packing his lunch, taking him to a friend’s house, eating breakfast, filing video footage and getting more pictures on the wire as the dust began to thin..."Observation: Is it just me or does the Reuters logo look like a minimalist DoorDarshan logo(of the old watch-the-logo-form-fullscreen type from the 80s)!
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Oh and for those who still can't listen to drum and bass from the last post,I've got the perfect track attached to get you to hear a ''golly rhythm''.
maths,it is.
then I like orange.
ahah
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Here's the article: Covering a Dust Storm: Tim Wimborne
an excerpt..
"..6). Multi-task. After making an initial file of 6 pictures, my morning included shooting more in the continuing red gale. I shot more as commuters started pouring into the city by road and foot, capturing television footage for my RTN colleagues, filing more, ducking back across the harbour to take my sick wife to the doctor, texting colleagues so we were both on the same page, dressing my son, packing his lunch, taking him to a friend’s house, eating breakfast, filing video footage and getting more pictures on the wire as the dust began to thin..."Observation: Is it just me or does the Reuters logo look like a minimalist DoorDarshan logo(of the old watch-the-logo-form-fullscreen type from the 80s)!
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Oh and for those who still can't listen to drum and bass from the last post,I've got the perfect track attached to get you to hear a ''golly rhythm''.
maths,it is.
Music Club by Chase & Status
Download now or listen on posterous
02 Music Club.mp3 (8763 KB) Download now or listen on posterous
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
LADAKH
We're going to Ladakh. :)
Preparations are underway..
Here's what a bunch of us animators, sculptors, textile designers, analysts and film makers plan to do about exploring Ladakh, a part of the Tibetan plateau at the northern tip of India, 3500 metres above sea level. We're talking about a place opened to the general public by the Indian Govt only as recently as 1974,and since then has been documented only by explorers as an object of fascination,an ancient future. In the process the Ladakhi people have started making strong efforts to save their craft,save their tradition from ideas of modernization, save it from well, matchbox living spaces.
So we're going in with an animator who's worked on the content and art direction of Virgin Comics dealing with Indian mythology to come in and interact with the thangka artists of Ladakh, to explore with them and understand where they come from.You can see some of his work here: Abhishek.
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We're going in with a textile designer to figure the original methods adopted by the Ladakhi people in weaving,and the unique design methods of this culture which was on one of the oldest trade routes connecting Central Asia to China centuries ago.
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We're also going to try and capture the completely oral narrative forms and music in Ladakh with a group of film makers and a sound engineer.
And we're going in with analysts to study the sustainable means the Ladakhi people adopt to survive in such climes considering their only natural source of water is glacial meltings!
More on this one in a bit!
People who've been reading this blog,might remember me talking about this part of our country earlier. Well we're going there now :)
If you're interested on staying posted on this project mail me or leave a thought in the comment box.we need all the support we can get!!!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Today I got a brown paper package tied up with string.
I must be in the only profession where one can still get these regularly:):):)
I think packages from the Indian Postal Service are the most brilliant ever,and the postmen working inside those beaten buildings are the most genuinely good tempered people.They work in a maze of shelves and cupboards surrounded by indigo blue Indian Post bags in the midst of wooden furniture so weathered,the edges were shining..sigh..
..I met a bunch of 5 really old men there,who fussed around my package and asked for all forms of identity proofs before they let me even see anything. I completely enjoyed the bullying,it sounded like my grandfather cribbing about how irresponsible everyone was getting about their belongings(I was 6 days late in collecting the pack),only there were five grandpas here.After fifteen minutes of talking,a cool drink in hand, I was given the package without any legitimate address proof whatsoever, chatting with one of them about how names of people in the south of India work..my name is milann tress john,my brother is jitin abraham john,my father is john abraham,yes he was in the Army,yes ..in the Para regiment,no I've never jumped from a plane..
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which DHL employee would you like to have a conversation like that with ,huh?:)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
bonobos
I thought while i'm talking of far flung things I might as well share some far flung reading...take time out to read Ian Parker's article in the New Yorker here...
It's about the Bonobo. It's one of the 4 great apes along with the orangutan,chimpanzee and gorilla...only the least researched...can you believe the species were given their name only in 1954?! And the researchers couldn't work in the field till 1972 because of the war in Congo!
Here are some excerpts from Ian's visit to Congo...this guy can get really funny at times,I wish all my school readers were written like this..(!)..
"Live bonobos had already been seen outside Congo, but they, too, had been misidentified as chimps. At the turn of the century, the Antwerp zoo held at least one. Robert Yerkes, a founder of modern primatology, briefly owned a bonobo. In 1923, he bought two young apes, and called one Chim and the other Panzee. In “Almost Human,” published two years later, he noted that they looked and behaved quite differently. Panzee was timid, dumb, and foul-tempered. “Her resentment and anger were readily aroused and she was quick to give them expression with hands and teeth,” Yerkes wrote. Chim was a joy: equable and eager for new experiences. “Seldom daunted, he treated the mysteries of life as philosophically as any man.” Moreover, he was a “genius.” Yerkes’s description, coupled with later study of Chim’s remains, made it plain that he was Pan paniscus: bonobos had a good reputation even before they had a name. (Panzee was a chimpanzee; but, in defense of that species, her peevishness was probably connected to a tuberculosis infection.) Chim died in 1924, before his species was recognized.
For decades, “pygmy chimpanzee” remained the common term for these apes, even after “bonobo” was first proposed, in a 1954 paper by Eduard Tratz, an Austrian zoologist, and Heinz Heck, the director of the Munich zoo. (They suggested, incorrectly, that “bonobo” was an indigenous word; they may have been led astray by Bolobo, a town on the south bank of the Congo River. In the area where Hohmann works, the species is called edza.) In the thirties, that zoo had three members of Pan paniscus, and Heck and Tratz had studied them. By the time their paper, the first based on detailed observations of bonobo behavior, was published, the specimens were dead, allegedly killed by stress during Allied air raids. (The deaths have been cited as evidence of a bonobo’s innate sensitivity; the zoo’s brute chimpanzees survived.) As Frans de Waal has noted, Heck and Tratz’s pioneering insights—they wrote that bonobos were less violent than chimps, for example—did not become general scientific knowledge, and had to be rediscovered."
"......When a researcher has access to a species about which little is known, and whose every gesture seems to echo a human gesture, and whose eyes meet a human gaze, there is a temptation simply to stare, until you have seen enough to tell a story. That is how Hohmann judged the work of Dian Fossey, who made long-term observations of gorillas in Rwanda, and the work of Jane Goodall, at least at the start of her career. “They lived with the apes and for the apes,” he said. “It was ‘Let’s see what I’m going to get. I enjoy it anyway, so whatever I get is fine.’ ” And this is how Hohmann regarded the Japanese researchers, for all their perseverance. The Wamba site had produced a lot of data on social and sexual relations, and Kano published a book about bonobos, which concluded with the suggestion that bonobos illuminated the evolution of human love. But “what the Japanese produced was not really satisfying,” Hohmann said. “It was narrative and descriptive. They are not setting out with a question. They want to understand bonobos.” Moreover, the Japanese initially lured bonobos with food, as Goodall had lured chimpanzees. This was more than habituation. At Wamba, bonobos ate sugarcane at a field planted for them. The primatological term is “provisioning”; Hohmann calls it opening a restaurant. (As an example of the possibly distorting impact of provisioning, Hohmann noted that the Wamba females had far shorter intervals between births than those at Lomako.)..."....
...while we're here you might want to look up Frans Lanting's(Nat Geo ace photographer) coverage of the Evolution of Life through his photographs here..:), the picture above of the elusive Bonobo is also his...
I now have a new thing to add to my wish list :) : I must hang around bonobos in Congo for awhile.
It's about the Bonobo. It's one of the 4 great apes along with the orangutan,chimpanzee and gorilla...only the least researched...can you believe the species were given their name only in 1954?! And the researchers couldn't work in the field till 1972 because of the war in Congo!
Here are some excerpts from Ian's visit to Congo...this guy can get really funny at times,I wish all my school readers were written like this..(!)..
"Live bonobos had already been seen outside Congo, but they, too, had been misidentified as chimps. At the turn of the century, the Antwerp zoo held at least one. Robert Yerkes, a founder of modern primatology, briefly owned a bonobo. In 1923, he bought two young apes, and called one Chim and the other Panzee. In “Almost Human,” published two years later, he noted that they looked and behaved quite differently. Panzee was timid, dumb, and foul-tempered. “Her resentment and anger were readily aroused and she was quick to give them expression with hands and teeth,” Yerkes wrote. Chim was a joy: equable and eager for new experiences. “Seldom daunted, he treated the mysteries of life as philosophically as any man.” Moreover, he was a “genius.” Yerkes’s description, coupled with later study of Chim’s remains, made it plain that he was Pan paniscus: bonobos had a good reputation even before they had a name. (Panzee was a chimpanzee; but, in defense of that species, her peevishness was probably connected to a tuberculosis infection.) Chim died in 1924, before his species was recognized.For decades, “pygmy chimpanzee” remained the common term for these apes, even after “bonobo” was first proposed, in a 1954 paper by Eduard Tratz, an Austrian zoologist, and Heinz Heck, the director of the Munich zoo. (They suggested, incorrectly, that “bonobo” was an indigenous word; they may have been led astray by Bolobo, a town on the south bank of the Congo River. In the area where Hohmann works, the species is called edza.) In the thirties, that zoo had three members of Pan paniscus, and Heck and Tratz had studied them. By the time their paper, the first based on detailed observations of bonobo behavior, was published, the specimens were dead, allegedly killed by stress during Allied air raids. (The deaths have been cited as evidence of a bonobo’s innate sensitivity; the zoo’s brute chimpanzees survived.) As Frans de Waal has noted, Heck and Tratz’s pioneering insights—they wrote that bonobos were less violent than chimps, for example—did not become general scientific knowledge, and had to be rediscovered."
"......When a researcher has access to a species about which little is known, and whose every gesture seems to echo a human gesture, and whose eyes meet a human gaze, there is a temptation simply to stare, until you have seen enough to tell a story. That is how Hohmann judged the work of Dian Fossey, who made long-term observations of gorillas in Rwanda, and the work of Jane Goodall, at least at the start of her career. “They lived with the apes and for the apes,” he said. “It was ‘Let’s see what I’m going to get. I enjoy it anyway, so whatever I get is fine.’ ” And this is how Hohmann regarded the Japanese researchers, for all their perseverance. The Wamba site had produced a lot of data on social and sexual relations, and Kano published a book about bonobos, which concluded with the suggestion that bonobos illuminated the evolution of human love. But “what the Japanese produced was not really satisfying,” Hohmann said. “It was narrative and descriptive. They are not setting out with a question. They want to understand bonobos.” Moreover, the Japanese initially lured bonobos with food, as Goodall had lured chimpanzees. This was more than habituation. At Wamba, bonobos ate sugarcane at a field planted for them. The primatological term is “provisioning”; Hohmann calls it opening a restaurant. (As an example of the possibly distorting impact of provisioning, Hohmann noted that the Wamba females had far shorter intervals between births than those at Lomako.)..."....
...while we're here you might want to look up Frans Lanting's(Nat Geo ace photographer) coverage of the Evolution of Life through his photographs here..:), the picture above of the elusive Bonobo is also his...
I now have a new thing to add to my wish list :) : I must hang around bonobos in Congo for awhile.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
How to draw a cow
I've decided to start a process of sharing some of the insanely brilliant insights of the purest citizens of India,the people in the lands far flung,in the middle of nowhere, I came across as I work,something more useful I figured than just sharing my views on the degeneration of IQs in the cities.
I've been working with a bunch of people[the Indian Youth Climate Network(IYCN) to be precise] who went on the road from Chennai to Delhi through villages and small cities in 3 battery charged vehicles,one vegetable oil fuelled buggy and a solar panelled truck recording people's initiatives to battle climate change.
You would be surprised by the absolutely contagious spirit of the super positive people empowering themselves all over the country...from killing their usage of LPG completely,to fully solar electrified establishments,to devicing methods to make their water potable without waiting for any govt to move it's freaking ass!
To give you some context,after Indira Gandhi's great Green Revolution (which you must remember from your geography books)which piled our fields with chemical fertilizers and pesticides, the 'green' revolution left the soil completely infertile(just that what we never read about it)...just like a drug abused body which needs rehab quite desperately.
Some people have started the healing process and it has been my pleasure to document the 50 odd hours of footage shot on the road!We don't hear about these people,have you realised? Just like we don't hear about the entire continent of Africa ever in the news till they play cricket there!
I actually woke up to the 72% of our population who have no faces,no voices in our media because of this road trip.
Now,for the people who're still wondering about who funds this kind of a tour in the first place,could I please announce that the air around you is changing because of global warming. Some people are waking up to it and doing something about it,while others who still think it's a cause meant for those activists on the streets are probably going to be in for a rude shock when this recession really kicks in. And well if you're part of the urban ghetto and can't get yourself out of bed and don't feel energised to do quite anything,here's a cause to puzzle over if you're quite done with figuring the meaning of life.
I intend to document the solutions found on this road trip gradually on this blog for those interested in reading more,but let's start with us,the urbane who are just not helping,starting with the Nano.
When I heard about the TATA Nano coming out in the numbers it was claiming to come out in,I felt completely helpless. Here, we were trying to push zero carbon or battery operated cars,and while our budding automobile designers in an Eames' NID were still busy building fuel guzzling hot rods for their chance to go abroad on an exchange program,Ratan Tata was releasing a bunch of cockroaches called Nanos on the streets to increase the average individual's carbon footprint.
so now we'll have more cars on our superb roads
more people letting go of riding buses or trains because they now have cars
more cars bought per household
more petrol being used
more petrol needing to be shipped in
..this list just won't end.
anyway, a couple of days after this thought,I heard about someone already putting a plan into place with a super vision,
this is Shai Agassi,talking on TED....have a look
and this is where you can see instantly how this guy has made govts go for change!
I've been working with a bunch of people[the Indian Youth Climate Network(IYCN) to be precise] who went on the road from Chennai to Delhi through villages and small cities in 3 battery charged vehicles,one vegetable oil fuelled buggy and a solar panelled truck recording people's initiatives to battle climate change.
You would be surprised by the absolutely contagious spirit of the super positive people empowering themselves all over the country...from killing their usage of LPG completely,to fully solar electrified establishments,to devicing methods to make their water potable without waiting for any govt to move it's freaking ass!
To give you some context,after Indira Gandhi's great Green Revolution (which you must remember from your geography books)which piled our fields with chemical fertilizers and pesticides, the 'green' revolution left the soil completely infertile(just that what we never read about it)...just like a drug abused body which needs rehab quite desperately.
Some people have started the healing process and it has been my pleasure to document the 50 odd hours of footage shot on the road!We don't hear about these people,have you realised? Just like we don't hear about the entire continent of Africa ever in the news till they play cricket there!
I actually woke up to the 72% of our population who have no faces,no voices in our media because of this road trip.
Now,for the people who're still wondering about who funds this kind of a tour in the first place,could I please announce that the air around you is changing because of global warming. Some people are waking up to it and doing something about it,while others who still think it's a cause meant for those activists on the streets are probably going to be in for a rude shock when this recession really kicks in. And well if you're part of the urban ghetto and can't get yourself out of bed and don't feel energised to do quite anything,here's a cause to puzzle over if you're quite done with figuring the meaning of life.
I intend to document the solutions found on this road trip gradually on this blog for those interested in reading more,but let's start with us,the urbane who are just not helping,starting with the Nano.
When I heard about the TATA Nano coming out in the numbers it was claiming to come out in,I felt completely helpless. Here, we were trying to push zero carbon or battery operated cars,and while our budding automobile designers in an Eames' NID were still busy building fuel guzzling hot rods for their chance to go abroad on an exchange program,Ratan Tata was releasing a bunch of cockroaches called Nanos on the streets to increase the average individual's carbon footprint.
so now we'll have more cars on our superb roads
more people letting go of riding buses or trains because they now have cars
more cars bought per household
more petrol being used
more petrol needing to be shipped in
..this list just won't end.
anyway, a couple of days after this thought,I heard about someone already putting a plan into place with a super vision,
this is Shai Agassi,talking on TED....have a look
and this is where you can see instantly how this guy has made govts go for change!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
aliens in my pudding
national anathema
yesterday i went to a multiplex.to see the fast and the furious.
the national anthem was played.
i was on a phone call outside.
i came in to find 6 indians on top of my friend from the abroad.
he speaks very little english.
so he spoke.
and they screamed.
they were screaming because he sat down 5 seconds before the anthem finished.
they yelled, " We have let you into this country!"
what lovely nationalism.
their almost 60 year old father yelled with them.screamed of people disrespecting his age.
in the intermission a young lawyer from the group came forward and with a sickly sweet smile asked only for an apology.
apologise to whom, for what country?
i stand for national anthems.I wait for a film's credits to roll completely.i don't correct american spelling.
god made ten commandments.
we still kill.
we still steal.
we still sleep with our neighbor's wives.
which law?
which canon?
which country?
which colour of skin is everyone yelling about?
the guy with me by the end was so sure they would never get the point,he was ready to maybe apologise for the arising of such a situation.
he told me to stand behind him because he thought these indians would jump me next for defending him.those indians.
must we apologise for created situations now?to ensure peace?
will we still nurture extremists amongst us?
the mob loves to rant.i stand. i know my brother stands.
but that's all i'm sure of anymore.
i know we both stand.
well,that's a number,I guess.
two.
yesterday i went to a multiplex.to see the fast and the furious.
the national anthem was played.
i was on a phone call outside.
i came in to find 6 indians on top of my friend from the abroad.
he speaks very little english.
so he spoke.
and they screamed.
they were screaming because he sat down 5 seconds before the anthem finished.
they yelled, " We have let you into this country!"
what lovely nationalism.
their almost 60 year old father yelled with them.screamed of people disrespecting his age.
in the intermission a young lawyer from the group came forward and with a sickly sweet smile asked only for an apology.
apologise to whom, for what country?
i stand for national anthems.I wait for a film's credits to roll completely.i don't correct american spelling.
god made ten commandments.
we still kill.
we still steal.
we still sleep with our neighbor's wives.
which law?
which canon?
which country?
which colour of skin is everyone yelling about?
the guy with me by the end was so sure they would never get the point,he was ready to maybe apologise for the arising of such a situation.
he told me to stand behind him because he thought these indians would jump me next for defending him.those indians.
must we apologise for created situations now?to ensure peace?
will we still nurture extremists amongst us?
the mob loves to rant.i stand. i know my brother stands.
but that's all i'm sure of anymore.
i know we both stand.
well,that's a number,I guess.
two.
Friday, March 13, 2009
credit roll
for jitin for towering over me,ready to rap me on the knuckles if my cloud wandered too far out of sight
for jitin who made the cloud break out into rain
for isacco who reminded me what it felt like to take my socks off and feel the grass
for ankur who threw shoes at my cloud and made me laugh with him
for swaati for making me run into the sea
for divya who has always dug into the earth to make space for me to breathe
for priyanka who breaks out of her path every time unquestioningly to wander with me
for tanushri for clutching her life energies in her fist and holding it out to me on call
for tanushri for keeping dinner for me in case I did come in late
for unnati for making my worries hers
for arpit's wooden toy
for karthik for pushing me where it hurts and kicking my very best out
for akash who jumped onto the wagon and laughed with delight at the canvases i spread out.we were no strangers after all.
for amitabh for everything and for nothing
for sibi for leading an intrusion into an embrace
for harsha for keeping check on the good vibrations
for anupam for volunteering services from a hospital bed
for angshuman,because we're young and wild and free and still enjoying the search.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
bees
this is a page from the pictorial autobiography of a man called bharath murthy,a friend led me on to his superb logging technique.
this thing he mentions about bees is what got me in splits...
see,I come from this Syrian Catholic Indian family.We say the rosary every day.
At the end of the rosary we join our hands and go to all the elders of the family in birth order and say 'Praise be to Jesus Christ'..
when I was a child,I spent 5 years saying 'Praise bees to Jesus Christ'.
I was always mystified by the bees part.too.
the green,the striped and those in between
Log 2:
I hate that India's map still looks like this every other corner I turn .
I wonder about the absolute idiots huffing about making these lines.
I wonder how people living there feel about their non existence or existence from map to map.
First we get someone from across oceans to draw b*#@y lines for us.Then we argue about how he was an idiot and huff about what we think of the people beyond that line.
What a tamasha.
Observe the map we,Indians believe to be India.
how many people live in the green and the striped?
Do they have pets?
Should I shrug and continue vegetating?
I hate that India's map still looks like this every other corner I turn .
I wonder about the absolute idiots huffing about making these lines.
I wonder how people living there feel about their non existence or existence from map to map.
First we get someone from across oceans to draw b*#@y lines for us.Then we argue about how he was an idiot and huff about what we think of the people beyond that line.
What a tamasha.
Observe the map we,Indians believe to be India.
how many people live in the green and the striped?
Do they have pets?
Should I shrug and continue vegetating?
Friday, February 6, 2009
6th of 6th
Doing as I'm told Tanu,
the rules:
1. pick the 6th picture from your 6th photos folder
2. tell the story around it
3. pass it on to 6 people
the tale:
cold,winter 2007.I was living vicariously,helpless before this cycle that goes every 2 years through my life..
in other words,my time to TOX had arrived and I was doing the time justice! lol...
I spoke to maybe 3 people over the three months of the spin
stayed holed in rooms
did not sleep
did not eat
and blacked out happily :):):)
my people:
divya
arpit
jitin
anupam
ankur
swaati
mail me your posts if you don't have a blog.i'm interested in the photographs!!
the rules:
1. pick the 6th picture from your 6th photos folder
2. tell the story around it
3. pass it on to 6 people
the tale:
cold,winter 2007.I was living vicariously,helpless before this cycle that goes every 2 years through my life..
in other words,my time to TOX had arrived and I was doing the time justice! lol...
I spoke to maybe 3 people over the three months of the spin
stayed holed in rooms
did not sleep
did not eat
and blacked out happily :):):)
my people:
divya
arpit
jitin
anupam
ankur
swaati
mail me your posts if you don't have a blog.i'm interested in the photographs!!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
for amitabh
this has been too long coming..
but here it is...
what i have to say to what you said in 'To and Fro-III'
this has been too long coming..
but here it is...
what i have to say to what you said in 'To and Fro-III'
Saturday, November 22, 2008
give me a person who has these two books,fills a questionnaire like just so and you know i'll be hooked to the text coming from this channel.
this is mike mills.
he even considers the strange phenomenon a couple of us here have been observing these days in our surroundings:people celebrating non communication.
i guess it feels better now.the universe ruminates with us apparently!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Refraction on a door.To and fro-III
Another friend chews on To and fro-II
TO:
'
'over time, we close more doors and focus on those which are most important to us, until the inevitable narrowing at the end'... 'the point is not to attach too much meaning to the form of the door'.... quite an intriguing revelation... and i was thinking the other way round...
if it can become "narrowing" there should be an alternate way of broadening also...towards..something..where u no more feel the existence of any doors..closed or open.... does the sky have any opening to enter?...it is all open...and contains the emptyness... within..or without..
'
and
FRO:
'
I have the perfect reply in a CD somewhere,it's something about a fish.
till the evening though,this will have to do :)
'
TO:
'
'over time, we close more doors and focus on those which are most important to us, until the inevitable narrowing at the end'... 'the point is not to attach too much meaning to the form of the door'.... quite an intriguing revelation... and i was thinking the other way round...
if it can become "narrowing" there should be an alternate way of broadening also...towards..something..where u no more feel the existence of any doors..closed or open.... does the sky have any opening to enter?...it is all open...and contains the emptyness... within..or without..
'
and
FRO:
'
I have the perfect reply in a CD somewhere,it's something about a fish.
till the evening though,this will have to do :)
'
i have to fight putting more of tomasz zarachowicz's work up...
the few water colours i've ever done have struck similar chords.
maybe seeing this up here,will make me put those up as well!
'
..The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
.. '
S. Plath
i trot through the French up there :..
'In the middle of the night,a solitary light is watchful..'
the few water colours i've ever done have struck similar chords.
maybe seeing this up here,will make me put those up as well!
'
..The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
.. '
S. Plath
i trot through the French up there :..
'In the middle of the night,a solitary light is watchful..'
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
reflecting on a door.To and fro-II
TO:
'I was just thinking that our lives are a set of doors ..When you're young, all doors are potentially open. We try to identify our talents and interests, make educational and professional choices, find our ways into our emotional and sexual maturity — in this process we open some doors and close off others.
At some point, if we a bit lucky and a bit successful, we reach a place in our life where those choices are largely in place and we are doing what we wanted to do, with whomever we want to do it with. Over time, we close more doors and focus on those which are most important to us, until the inevitable narrowing at the end of...
Is there another way of looking @ this ?'
FRO:
'I believe your door analogy could work.
but for me,i think what one starts with is very few doors.doors one
isnt really aware of.we realise their form as we grow when we've
blundered through life enough to realise that some have closed.
their not being open is what gives them a form.
the lack of the opening gives it a shape.
but you go on then and if you're lucky and start trusting your
instinct,sort of surrender to it,then you have the guts to knock on
doors you're not even sure exist.they take form because you believe
they do!
after a little more of walking you forget about doors,about opening or
shutting them,you're free...you take what you will,there is nothing
that can be lost.the analogy of the doors is no longer
required.everything is permeable.
the point is not to attach too much meaning to the form of the door.'
'I was just thinking that our lives are a set of doors ..When you're young, all doors are potentially open. We try to identify our talents and interests, make educational and professional choices, find our ways into our emotional and sexual maturity — in this process we open some doors and close off others.
At some point, if we a bit lucky and a bit successful, we reach a place in our life where those choices are largely in place and we are doing what we wanted to do, with whomever we want to do it with. Over time, we close more doors and focus on those which are most important to us, until the inevitable narrowing at the end of...
Is there another way of looking @ this ?'
FRO:
'I believe your door analogy could work.
but for me,i think what one starts with is very few doors.doors one
isnt really aware of.we realise their form as we grow when we've
blundered through life enough to realise that some have closed.
their not being open is what gives them a form.
the lack of the opening gives it a shape.
but you go on then and if you're lucky and start trusting your
instinct,sort of surrender to it,then you have the guts to knock on
doors you're not even sure exist.they take form because you believe
they do!
after a little more of walking you forget about doors,about opening or
shutting them,you're free...you take what you will,there is nothing
that can be lost.the analogy of the doors is no longer
required.everything is permeable.
the point is not to attach too much meaning to the form of the door.'
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