INDIA


January 16th - February 18th, 2016

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INDIA


January 16th - February 18th, 2016

THE TEXTURES OF INDIA ARE JUST AS DENSE AND VARIED AS THE COLORS

[5 texture photos : Pali Script, Marble Lattice, Tea Leaves, Wood Blocks, Henna]

 

 

A SHORT SCRIPT - "THIS IS WHERE I LIVE NOW"

Towards the end of our time in India, we spent several days at an Ashram in Kerala. It was not something that I found to be particularly spiritual, but it was thought-provoking. I witnessed many many moments that impacted me. So I processed them the way I process best, by writing a short featuring many of the people we witnessed. 

[Embed file  - rape, silence and devotion at the ashram]

 

A SHORT ESSAY - "ON THE MAGIC OF CULTURAL AMALGAMATION  -  TRADITIONAL RAJASTHANI PUPPETS DANCING TO MICHAEL JACKSON, AMELÍE ON A TEA PLANTATION AND A BOLLYWOOD DEPICTION OF FIRST NATION CANADIANS"

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OUR FIRST STOP - WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

India leaves a strong impression. I can recall the details more vividly than many of our future travels. Is it because we stopped their first, or is it the magic we've all heard described? Is it the intensity of sensation in a country so full and vibrant or the intensity of perception that comes from a first experience in a non-western land? Is it both?

 

After a day in the sun, looking at temples depicting Kama Sutra acts amongst a pantheon of Hindu deities, watching the sunset from the balcony of our motel ($8/night), while drinking bottled mango juice was an ideal respite before we started an evening of washing underpants in the sink, and further planning our adventures.  A simple kind of moment, the moments that make the trip. But then the parakeets came -- over 5,000 of them -- settling into their night-time resting spots. Flying directly into the sunset, singing their own lullabies.  It sounds grandiose, and in a way it was. But it was also rather simple. Because of the quality of the light, their iridescent plumage was not vivid against the sun.  Their calls were lovely as any bird call, but not particularly intricate. This was a nightly event for them, and for the locals. It was just the two of us (and maybe a few other tourists at another hotel) watching in aww as we drank our mango juice. 

 

 

 

"auntie, auntie" - the children of india

sleeping on trains

so much color -- everywhere

tea -- tea plantations, chai, sugar, steam, etc

the puppies of india

TEXTURES - wood blocks and fabrics and henna and skin, wrinkles on faces and jacks by the sea - ocean and tea leaves and mountains and cities. Poop on the streets and dusty feet.  

Being sick in india and drinking MAAZA