I know I sculpted a man. And...I like him.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
An Expression
For those of you who have wondered " what happened..." after that one post on sculpting, I finally have something to show. The project got abandoned then for many-a-reason, but I got back to it recently (despite advice from a professional - "wrong wood, wrong tools, wrong approach...") and the result is presented. Its made of pine wood, about a foot long. All those who have seen it are divided into two rough camps - half believe the Face to be a man, others swear it has to be a woman.
I know I sculpted a man. And...I like him.
I know I sculpted a man. And...I like him.
Another Self, Another Voice
When the Voice first spoke to me, clamoring for birth, freedom, Parallel Journeys was born. It gave expression to the inner me that I hear, consult, indulge and value - utmost. She spoke of her wanderings, ramblings, desires, hopes; also her anger, angst, anguish, frustrations; she spoke mostly of herself in wide, large, most often silent empty spaces, and the inner journeys that arose from these travels to distant lands. And even as she speaks in her solitary solitude....
Another distinct, different Voice has been making her presence felt - within. This child is different - already attached, grounded, firmly anchored into the world she is impatient to be born into. This world is the world of humans, their social theatre with continuously unfolding layers of different Acts, simultaneously being played out on the large stage. She is mostly a witness in this theatre of absurd, but often, as can happen in theatre, acts take a life of their own , the actors and the audience become one, and which side the curtain falls - depends on which side one is on. This theatre of absurd is mostly a theatre of perspectives. She, this Voice, is a strange one - she finds her gaze often rivetted by the macabre of slit throats and strangling holds by unseen hands -cold blooded murders and eerie mysteries- played out on a social stage - trying to gaze beyond the curtain to identify the director who created this episode.
Her presence cannot be denied - inside - she has already spoken through her older sister Parallel at times. So - time for another birth! She resides here.
Another distinct, different Voice has been making her presence felt - within. This child is different - already attached, grounded, firmly anchored into the world she is impatient to be born into. This world is the world of humans, their social theatre with continuously unfolding layers of different Acts, simultaneously being played out on the large stage. She is mostly a witness in this theatre of absurd, but often, as can happen in theatre, acts take a life of their own , the actors and the audience become one, and which side the curtain falls - depends on which side one is on. This theatre of absurd is mostly a theatre of perspectives. She, this Voice, is a strange one - she finds her gaze often rivetted by the macabre of slit throats and strangling holds by unseen hands -cold blooded murders and eerie mysteries- played out on a social stage - trying to gaze beyond the curtain to identify the director who created this episode.
Her presence cannot be denied - inside - she has already spoken through her older sister Parallel at times. So - time for another birth! She resides here.
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