Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Love Poems
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
–W. B. Yeats
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
–W. B. Yeats
Friday, 18 May 2012
Saturday, 5 May 2012
Saturday, 28 April 2012
A Retrospective Glance
Dazzling, different surfaces, tissues, textures. Weights, gravity. To be blinded. Interpolations. Reflections. Death. The sum of independent worlds. Shading, refracting the colour.
Saariaho, 1985.
Saariaho, 1985.
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Purushottama at Fountain Miami
For those who may not know, this is my interactive sculpture named Purushottama, which is पुरुषोत्तम in Sanskrit.. meaning 'Supreme Being'..
The meaning of the word Purushottama is explained by the Integral philosopher Haridas Chaudhuri (1913-1975) as representing that ineffable phenomenon which lies even beyond the undifferentiated Godhead. (cited from Wikipedia)


taken at the Fountain exhibit during FabFiveFreddy, Art Basel 2011
The meaning of the word Purushottama is explained by the Integral philosopher Haridas Chaudhuri (1913-1975) as representing that ineffable phenomenon which lies even beyond the undifferentiated Godhead. (cited from Wikipedia)


taken at the Fountain exhibit during FabFiveFreddy, Art Basel 2011
Friday, 30 March 2012
We're alive: the conclusion of...

the last phrase in this photo that I took of an unknown origin on the door of a random bathroom in a commune warehouse in London, I realized, could not be read, and i just figured out what it says:
[I DON'T WANT TO DIE
YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE
WE DON'T WANT TO DIE
THIS IS FEAR OF DEATH]
For the record, I pride myself in the declaration that I believe that I am not afraid of death. Is there a club I should join? Maybe I really am and I just don't know it because I haven't been as close; come to think of it, I was afraid when I once upon a time nearly died. I'm not sure how close I really was but I want to thank the angels for protecting me, and you, whoever you are, I am happy that you are reading my ghost blog.
Merleau-Ponty's Phenomenology of Perception
Merleau-Ponty concludes by defining freedom as a mode of consciousness in which personal actions and commitments can be chosen within a situation or field of possibility.
Freedom is always within a given field of possibility.
Freedom is always present in a situation, unless we lose our belonging to the situation.
Freedom is a mode of being-in-the-world which enables us to transcend ourselves.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Welcome to my world, द्युम्नसाति
I am going up and you should come
and quit looking back and document the present
How could you let yourself go and then I jump in after you
I lose myself to match you
I substitute everything I once knew
IN an attempt to bring myself back again
To where I never was
But once upon a time,
Keep telling myself the stories
in the crevices of my memory of the empty
from whence I came
At this point where one day is equivalent to years
Dyum comes to join me
and reassures me who I am
as I question myself and my surroundings
When once upon a time was forever
the ingrained moments never cease to exist
and quit looking back and document the present
How could you let yourself go and then I jump in after you
I lose myself to match you
I substitute everything I once knew
IN an attempt to bring myself back again
To where I never was
But once upon a time,
Keep telling myself the stories
in the crevices of my memory of the empty
from whence I came
At this point where one day is equivalent to years
Dyum comes to join me
and reassures me who I am
as I question myself and my surroundings
When once upon a time was forever
the ingrained moments never cease to exist
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