It was the third time I was seeing Daniel Crooks at GOMA. First time I was so perplexed by his graceful way of projecting concepts on a screen that I needed not only some time and distance to think but also some other visits.
“You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.”
― Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the night.
“It is all like an ocean, said Dostoevsky. I say it’s all like cellophane” (Kurt Vonnegut – Breakfast of Champions)
It can be a choice sometimes, to be displaced. Like when staring at a paint, or a sculpture, or listening to a song. Art has this strong power of taking you away from your common views, common places, common self. It invites you to introspection and to contemplation, to questioning.
I have been dreaming about visiting India for a very long time. My earliest memories of India comes from a dear friend of mine who at 9 years of age was doing yoga and learning sanskrit, he used to read Bhagavad Gita to me and my imagination would fly away to blue Krishna and beautiful Radarani!
I am officially in Australia for 6 months next week and I feel very lucky about it. All my trips were never really planned, they were opportunities that came along the way when I just happened to be there, on their way.
This is how I feel sometimes, but there is obviously layers and layers behind what we see. Unconsciously I was clearly looking forward to a life full of travelling, as we usually find bits and pieces of ourselves on the journey travelling is in a way a metaphor to living. Talk about contingency… Anyways I am in Australia and I went to a short trip to Melbourne and fell in love with it.
Almost a month ago GOMA was opening a great exhibition on Michael Parekowhai’s more than 20 years of work – from photography to sculptures. As I wandered and wondered into the the alleys created on GOMA for this exposition I couldn’t stop but think about Walter Benjamin and his writings on the construction of memory. I guessed (and somehow hoped) that Michael had read Benjamin when working on his pieces.
QGOMA is hosting one of the most anticipated exhibitions this year: David Lynch, Between two Worlds, a collection of his 50 years of diverse art. From photography to paints and installations the exhibition invite us to reflect upon the unconsciousness, the limits that we accept and how they set boundaries that are dangerous to the creative process, the value of freedom on creativeness and the importance of ideas. Yes, Ideas are what guide us or at least what should guide us. Continue reading
“I am thirty’, I said. ‘I am five years too old to lie to myself and call it honour.”
Fitzgerald – The great Gatsby.