Within a kaleidoscope that leaps through imprints,
each so strong but as fleeting, no one sliver could be caught.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Notes to the self
1. Memories from school, the formative years.
A visit pending, walking through those halls again.
Old teachers, the morning choir, the prayer, the activity week, the golden chakra sitting at the entrance, seeing yourself in younger faces, wondering which was you, remembering who you were.
2. Busy week with family. more constructive time needs to be spent, photographs from the Scotland trip.
3. Everyone's getting married.
4. Simple joys, simple questions.
An ongoing search: to be this side of the fence, or that? Acceptance is the only way, and creating from your joys is as significant as creating from melancholy. One can stoke it endlessly, keep seeing the glass half empty, not be content till its what you only want it to be. We must let go they say, and be in control of the world at the same time, define your anchors. What if you don't know where you belong, or what to anchor yourself to? Is the so termed fool, suspended in uncertainty- not wiser than the one who follows the norm, lives in an illusion of anchors he chooses to define himself with?
In revealing what is, for what it is, lies a freedom that can never match the closure of becoming a fortress unto yourself. The conflict between revealing and concealing is an ongoing one.
Pride who you are in any moment, as you are.
5. An interesting day at the studio.
all of us(a mix of filmmakers, artists, curators, writers) sat around each other, being rapidly faced with short questions we were to answer spontaneously.
some of the questions were:
when is free affordable?
is silence golden?
what is the colour of your circuit?
when is pornography art?
where art thou?
does it matter?
Who knows who?
A visit pending, walking through those halls again.
Old teachers, the morning choir, the prayer, the activity week, the golden chakra sitting at the entrance, seeing yourself in younger faces, wondering which was you, remembering who you were.
2. Busy week with family. more constructive time needs to be spent, photographs from the Scotland trip.
3. Everyone's getting married.
4. Simple joys, simple questions.
An ongoing search: to be this side of the fence, or that? Acceptance is the only way, and creating from your joys is as significant as creating from melancholy. One can stoke it endlessly, keep seeing the glass half empty, not be content till its what you only want it to be. We must let go they say, and be in control of the world at the same time, define your anchors. What if you don't know where you belong, or what to anchor yourself to? Is the so termed fool, suspended in uncertainty- not wiser than the one who follows the norm, lives in an illusion of anchors he chooses to define himself with?
In revealing what is, for what it is, lies a freedom that can never match the closure of becoming a fortress unto yourself. The conflict between revealing and concealing is an ongoing one.
Pride who you are in any moment, as you are.
5. An interesting day at the studio.
all of us(a mix of filmmakers, artists, curators, writers) sat around each other, being rapidly faced with short questions we were to answer spontaneously.
some of the questions were:
when is free affordable?
is silence golden?
what is the colour of your circuit?
when is pornography art?
where art thou?
does it matter?
Who knows who?
Is freedom chaos? Is chaos freedom?
Who controls?
What’s left unsaid?
Where does power hide?
What doesn’t sell?
Is there such a thing as good money?
When does it become a joke?
Can you keep politics out?
Is this not political?
Is art not an ideology?
How does any of this matter?
If it’s not documented, did it happen?
Are art suppliers art?
Who made the readymade?
Who made this?
When does an artist “make” it?
Is art labour? Is labour art?
Are artists workers?
What does it mean to ask a question again?
Does art need theory? Does theory need art?
Are we separate from our work?
Is this worth it?
Is the exhibition left or right side of the signal?
Is power contagious?
When does a collective become an institution?
Art Factory?
What legitimises art?
Have you come to the party?
Did you just climb the ladder?
Did you meet anyone new today?
What is the colour of your circuit?
Do you like what I like?
what could we talk about?
if noone but you and me know, did it happen?
5. Uncomplicating things, being content and in control. Listen; for there's more to learn.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Four Stories
I. Hope whispers each time-
it's worth life,
a misjudgment? and all of the hopeful
lost to it.
II. An amusement park we will be.
III. Dont be so much that a cup can't hold you,
while it sips away your taste.
I decide to be frivolous,
but even if I was nothing but a uniform, a remarkable dress,
I'd have been more grounded
than I am in knowing.
IV. Chapters lost with no trace,
on the metro with a girl,
I wondered how easy it is to impress.
Not one of us knows truth from lie
the more lost- the less lost:
it's worth life,
a misjudgment? and all of the hopeful
lost to it.
II. An amusement park we will be.
III. Dont be so much that a cup can't hold you,
while it sips away your taste.
I decide to be frivolous,
but even if I was nothing but a uniform, a remarkable dress,
I'd have been more grounded
than I am in knowing.
IV. Chapters lost with no trace,
on the metro with a girl,
I wondered how easy it is to impress.
Not one of us knows truth from lie
the more lost- the less lost:
Why does one even strive-
to be lost in stride?
________
Live for no one, but yourself.
Live never for one, but all.
to be lost in stride?
________
Live for no one, but yourself.
Live never for one, but all.
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