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Singing Colors

Posted in Poetry in Fabric with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2011 by designldg

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“Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?
Can one really explain this?
No.
Just as one can never learn how to paint.”
(Pablo Picasso – Spanish painter and sculptor, 1881-1973)

 

No one can explain why colors sing nor why Varanasi (Benaras) like the rest of the country is an amazing auditorium to listen to those blissful symphonies…
This picture was shot in a workshop nearby Sarnath where magicians display colors on sarees using the art of block printing.
This place which gives birth to unlimited shades is a treat for the senses…

 

 

 

 

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Love Made Visible

Posted in The Oldest Living City in the World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2010 by designldg

Love Made Visible

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“Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.”
(Kahlil Gibran – Lebanese born American philosophical Essayist, Novelist and Poet, 1883-1931)

There is so much to meditate when I see those workers in the streets of Varanasi (Benaras).
Their concern is of course far away from the act of revendicating and the demands of western workers.
Working here is still a privilege and people worship their work which allows them to make their living.
People accomplishing those hard manual work in happiness can only impose respect.
They teach about the meaning of life and they bring a philosophical question concerning the purpose and significance of life or existence in general…

Carving Elephants out of Silver

Posted in Hands of Grace with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 8, 2010 by designldg

“People are entangled in the enjoyment of fine clothes, but gold and silver are only dust. 
They acquire beautiful horses and elephants, and ornate carriages of many kinds.
They think of nothing else, and they forget all their relatives. 
They ignore their Creator; without the Name, they are impure.”
(Sri Guru Granth Sahib)

As I was walking in Kashi, the oldest part of Varanasi (Benaras) I met this man who was carving elephants out of silver.
This quote is coming from The Guru Granth Sahib which is the holy scripture and the final Guru of the Sikhs.

A Mass of Dust

Posted in Destruction in Construction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2009 by designldg

A Mass of Dust

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“A mass of dust, world’s momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.”
(Barnabe Barne – English poet, 1569—1609)

This is a close-up of one of those four men who were emptying plaster bags from a truck in my street in Varanasi (Benaras).
It was very dusty, although they reminded me “butoh” dancers performing with white-body makeup.
This japanese contemporary dance came after the second world war and among several things the choreography is a remembrance of the suffering of Hiroshima’s atomic bomb.
It raises the question of how is it still possible to dance after such a thing and in some ways it is easy to compare this concept of art to those workers living in dust.

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With Our Own Dust

Posted in Destruction in Construction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2009 by designldg

With Our Own Dust

“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.”
(John Webster – English Writer and Playwright, 1580-1632)

This will be the last picture which belongs to the series shot in my street in Varanasi (Benaras) while four men were emptying plaster bags from a truck.
I might upload more in this set later.
Those poor guys have to work with dust all day and no one seems to care about the danger on their lungs.
This is why they kept on reminding me “butoh” dancers performing with white-body make-up in a choreography showing the suffering of Hiroshima’s atomic bomb.
Of course it is easy to compare this concept of art to those workers living in dust.
My attempt was to show a kind of beauty among what I find a painful condition in order to attract the attention on those men’s fate.

Thank you again for all your mails and comments on this set.

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Dust of the Dust

Posted in Destruction in Construction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2009 by designldg

Dust of the Dust

“What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, ‘This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence.
The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!’ Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon?
Or would you answer, ‘Never have I heard anything more divine’?”
(Friedrich Nietzsche – German Philosopher, 1844-1900.)

This is another picture from the series shot in my street in Varanasi (Benaras) while four men were emptying plaster bags from a truck.
It was very dusty, although they reminded me “butoh” dancers performing with white-body makeup.
This japanese contemporary dance came after the second world war and among several things the choreography is a remembrance of the suffering of Hiroshima’s atomic bomb.
It raises the question of how is it still possible to dance after such a thing and in some ways it is easy to compare this concept of art to those workers living in dust.

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Like Dust, I’ll Rise

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Like Dust, I'll Rise

“You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
(Maya Angelou quotes – American Poet, b.1928)

This picture belongs to the series shot in my street in Varanasi (Benaras) while four men were emptying plaster bags from a truck.
It was very dusty, although they reminded me “butoh” dancers performing with white-body makeup.
This japanese contemporary dance came after the second world war and among several things the choreography is a remembrance of the suffering of Hiroshima’s atomic bomb.
It raises the question of how is it still possible to dance after such a thing and in some ways it is easy to compare this concept of art to those workers living in dust.

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