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“Does that make me crazy?”

Posted in Fallacies of Ambiguity with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2009 by designldg

"Does that make me crazy?"

“My heroes had the heart to Lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come
And I can die when I’m done”
(Crazy – Lyrics by Gnarls Barkley)

This is a portait of Anand the majhi (hindi word for boatman), who oftenly poses for me. 
It was shot a few weeks ago on the upper terrace of the house in Varanasi (Benaras).
As I am working on a topic reminding the lost Indo-Greek kingdom, I mixed it with another picture of a bust of the Hellenistic period which I took in Le Louvre museum (Paris) in order to play with the viewer’s perception.

And suddenly this statue smiles, 
it’s alive…
“Maybe I’m crazy
Maybe you’re crazy
Maybe we’re crazy

Nelly Furtado sings CRAZY:


Coming Back To Life

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Coming Back To Life

“…Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life…”
(“Coming Back To Life” by the Pink Floyd)

This picture was shot one evening at Le Louvre museum in Paris.
There was a room which was not opened to the public and where this statue was standing among many others.
Some were covered with fabrics or plastic materials and some were still in boxes.
This one was special with those nylon ribbons and inscription, I found it very contemporary in a way.
I started to give some colour to the skin as if this marble statue wanted to breath and was “coming back to life”…

A Life Among Colours

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“The oldest living city in the world”.

This is a picture of Mister Kamaludin Khan’s son.
Like his father he is spending his life among colours in the upper terrace located near the Bivi Razaia Masjid, a small mosque located in the chawk of Varanasi (Benaras).
He is dyeing shades like others manipulate words, each piece of work becomes a poem, a poem in silk, light as chiffon.
That day he was working on this turquoise blue-green shade and he wanted me to take a few pictures in order to remember the magic of this colour.

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