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Pink Powder

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2010 by designldg

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No quote with this picture but one simple message:
“Nowadays breast cancer can be cured if it is diagnosed in time”.
Spread the word, you can save lives.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

This picture was shot at sunrise near Assi ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
I dreamt that this lady adjusting her sari after taking a bath in the holy waters was receiving pink particles in order to protect her from cancer.
Each year “Pink for October” allows me to make pictures like this.
It is a way to pay a tribute to those many women who are fighting and to those like my mother who are not there anymore.

For more information about breast cancer and what you can do to help, visit:
www.nbcam.org/
www.breastcancer.org
www.pinkforoctober.org/
www.curie.frwww.rubanrose.org

The Light that Brings Cold Cheer

Posted in Dreaming a Museum with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2010 by designldg

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“Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
Unto this wall, one instant and no more
Admitted at my distant palace-door.
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
That chills me: and afar, how far away,
The nights that shall be from the days that were.
Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign;
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
(Whose sounds mine inner sense is faith to bring,
Continually together murmuring,)
“Woe’s me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!”
(Dante Gabriel Rossetti – Ballads and Sonnets,1881)

One day, Proserpine, a young maid of spring, was out picking wildflowers with her mother, Ceres, goddess of grain when she saw the white petals of the narcissus flower. She began straying far from her mother.
Out of the dark depths sprang Pluto, god of the underworld. He grabbed Proserpine and drove his chariot back into the caves of the earth…
Ceres, devastated by the kidnapping allowed the earth to become barren.
Mercury, the messenger god, wandered the underworld until he came to the misty throne room of Pluto and Proserpine.
There he told Pluto he must return Proserpine.
She remembered the joyful times of her mother’s love, the wildflowers, and open sunlit meadows.
Before returning Proserpine, Pluto offered her the seeds of a pomegranate fruit.
When Ceres heard this, she told Proserpine that the fruit was a symbol of marriage.
As a result, when Fall and Winter come, the earth grows cold and barren because Proserpine must return to the underworld with Pluto.
But when she comes back, Ceres turns the world to spring and summer.
…This is how seasons began.
(Chrysantha Gakopoulos – The story of Ceres and Proserpina)

There is no editing on this picture which was shot at night at the ”Bosquet de la Colonnade” which stands in the gardens of the Château de Versailles.
The green lights were settled for a special evening.
This is a close-up of the famous group “Proserpine Ravished by Pluto” which is in the centre, it was sculpted by François Girardon in 1699.

 

Day is Come

Posted in Wings of the Soul with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2010 by designldg

Day is Come

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“Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle.
It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.”
(Rabindranath Tagore – Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist, Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, 1861-1941)

Those Rajsthani villagers came a long way in order to worship in Varanasi (Benaras).
I saw them leaving a small boat on the holy waters of the Ganges nearby Manikarnika Ghat where all earthy lives are ending, it was at dusk.
Suddenly the words of Tagore are giving deeper colours to the souls living in this image…

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A Tear Drop in the Face of Eternity

Posted in Ethereal Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2010 by designldg

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Since many years I wanted to take a few pictures of the Taj Mahal from the other side of the Yamuna river and a few days ago I could at last do it while I was going by car from Delhi to Lucknow.
Rabindranath Tagore once said that this wonder of the world was “A tear drop in the face of eternity”, those words allow me to fly away with the birds and to open a new ethereal dream, under a mysterious moonlight…

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Some Secrets of Life

Posted in Dreaming a Museum with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2010 by designldg


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“Of all our games, love’s play is the only one which threatens to unsettle our soul, and is also the only one in which the player has to abandon himself to the body’s ecstasy.
…Nailed to the beloved body like a slave to a cross, I have learned some secrets of life which are now dimmed in my memory by the operation of that same law which ordained that the convalescent, once cured, ceases to understand the mysterious truths laid bare by illness, and that the prisoner, set free, forgets his torture, or the conqueror, his triumph passed, forgets his glory.”
(Quotes from “Memoirs of Hadrian” by French writer Marguerite Yourcenar)

Antinoüs (111–130) was a member of the entourage of the Roman Emperor Hadrian, to whom he was beloved.
Antinous was deified after his death.
This marble statue stands at Le Louvre museum it allowed me to try a Canon EOs 500D.

 

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Posting his Sentinels

Posted in Wings of the Soul with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2010 by designldg

Posting his Sentinels

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“The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels.
He can sleep.”
(Charles Baudelaire – French poet, 1821–1867)

Was this man posting his sentinels while I was taking a few pictures of this intimate moment where he was praying in front of the holy waters of the Ganges…?
It was at dusk before sunset at a ghat where few people come, not far from Assi.
It seemed that Varanasi (Benaras) was already sleeping, I could only listen to the mantras he was whispering, everything was still, a rare and precious moment in the oldest living city in the world…

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Warm Red Vibes

Posted in Poetry in Fabric with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 28, 2010 by designldg

Red is the lowest of the seven colours in the visible spectrum and is known as a “warm” colour.
It is stimulating and energising.
RED relates to the BASE chakra situated at the base of the spine.
The organs to which this chakra relates are the kidneys and bladder.
The vertebral column, hips and legs are also areas related to this chakra.
The endocrine gland to which this colour relates is the adrenal gland.

On the psycho-spiritual level, this chakra relates to self awareness.
That is to say our awareness of ourselves as human beings and our place on earth.
It is the area of survival and relates to our basic human instincts of fight or flight.
Red gives us courage and strength.
The colour relates to stability and security.

Those woolen threads are drying under the sun after the dyeing process.
This picture was shot in the courtyard of our dyeing factory which is in the countryside at 45 km away from Benaras.
As we are approaching the Holi celebrations I wanted to write a few words concerning my favourite colour.

Plucking her Petals

Posted in Dreams in Disorder with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by designldg

“By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.”
(Rabindranath Tagore – Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist, Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, 1861-1941)

This sensuous maiden from Khajuraho was sculpted during the the golden age and is now standing in a room of the Bharat Kala Bhavan, the Art and Archaeological Museum of Banaras Hindu University in Varanasi (Benaras).
It is a model of timeless indian beauty.

A Believing Soul

Posted in Hearts & Souls with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2010 by designldg

“Every single life only becomes great when the individual sets upon a goal or goals which they really believe in, which they can really commit themselves to, which they can put their whole heart and soul into.”

(Brian Tracy – American television host)

This is a portrait of French opera singer, Christian.

Sunrise at Bandhavgarh

Posted in The Jungle Book with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 20, 2010 by designldg

“I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.”
(Rudyard Kipling – The Jungle Book, Mowgli’s Brothers)

This picture was shot at sunrise as we were entering into the jungle of Bandhavgarh in the Indian state Madhya Pradesh.
Everything seemed to be quiet then, it was the begining of the adventure…

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