Saturday, June 30, 2007
Writers Block!!!!
I am having a rather severe case of writers block, but i can feel a depression coming on. And when that strikes, you can be sure that I will be churning out tomes. See u soon.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I Won!!!- Bent But Not Broken
Holy smokes (as they say on flikr), or holey moley, as Captain America would say, I actually won a photo competition named Chandigarh In April. Well, its only a measly first runners up, but all the same, its something. And there might be some money to cover for the cost of the print too. So, a cheerful post. The picture is the one that won.
I was called over to the art museum the other day to title my works and in the midst of a severe case of a writer's block, I opted for untitled -1, 2, 3, 4.......
Silly Me!!
See you all at the exhibition.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
For those with an interest in flowers, and flowers that bloom on cactii in particular, I believe this is a flower that blooms on a spiny thing by the name of ::
But then , like all things in life that really isnt what this is all about. This is about transience. This beautiful flower blooms on the cactus for a day. It comes into its own in the morning and by the evening its gone. I have never really seen it being pollinated by any insect so i really dont know anything about it. WHat matters is the fact that it is beautiful, and how and then for a short time. And is gone in the blink of an eye. Something that the japanese talked so much about in their death poetry with the sakura or the cherry blossom as the main motif. Here is an example:
Senryu, died June 2, 1827
Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish.
(Senryu, died June 2, 1827)
This flower bloomed on a cactus that was planted in my garden many years ago. And as I woke up on the 3rd of june, my father told me that there was a flower blooming outside and maybe i would like to have a look. I saw it and as i had my camera with me, i took some pictures of it to record some of that transience, and as I bent down close i smelt it and looked at it closely for the first time. There were so many memories attached and all of them came back. And again there is this is familiar sense of despair, that there is a certain meaninglessness to everything. A sense of waste. Its easy to be religious, and it gives so much comfort from this feeling but that is not for those who reject this notion of god. I am still looking for answers and living on as I do.