Sunday, January 23, 2011
Everything ends in new beginnings
Update: Bhashwati wrote:
i like black but that is only a backdrop to the composition.
i like the way light has fallen on some sections of the 'journey' but that too is only a part.
i like the title 'Journey's End' as much as i like the tagline, 'Everything ends in new beginnings' but those came after the composition.
So i asked myself what made me gasp, in this composition.
i think it was these:
It is jagged but allows room for smoothness.
The precipice cradles the curve of a valley.
The level proceeds to an ascent and the ascent declines gently into an even path (both sides bridged by a buffer zone), depending on which part of her or his life journey the viewer is traversing at the point of viewing.
In some ways the composition is like a heteronym and a palindrome if such a thing is possible.
Go at it from any side, it is tough and it makes sense, as much sense that is as the randomness of life's journey will allow.
The first thing that comes to mind is that the picture is Bergmanesque. If Bergman's films do not have this image, I have no doubt that he would have produced it at some time, if he had lived. This immediately recalled the end of The Seventh Seal, when all the characters climb laboriously up a distant slope, behind the black-robed figure of Death. That's a kind of new beginning too, I suppose.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
"Mera azm itna buland hai ke paraye shaulon ka dar nahin
Mujhe khauf aatish-e-gul se hai, ye kaheen chaman ko jala ne de"
[My resolve is so strong that I do not fear the flames from without
I fear only the radiance of the flowers, that it might burn my garden down]
— Shakeel Badayuni (via Cafe Pyala)
Beautiful! love the colors, the radiance, the fire, the angle...; I almost swooned...
I kept looking at the picture for well over 5 minutes.
so very admirable
Bhavna wrote: "Stunning, Mesmerizing, Beautiful!"
Update: Anonymous wrote:
There must be a term to describe what you do to objects with your eyes, lens and light combo. Photography doesn't begin to describe it:)
Because of the title you have given i'm reminded of Kaifi's composition
zindagi naam hai kuch lamhon ka
aur un mein bhi wahi ek lamha
jis mein do bolti aankhein
chaai ki pyaali se jab uthein
to dil mein doobein
doob ke dil mein kahein
aaj tum kuch na kaho
aaj hum kuch na kahein
bas yun hi baithey rahein
haath mein haath liye
gham ki saugaat liye
kaun jaane ki isi lamhe mein
door parbat par kahin barf pighalne hi lagey
IN THE RAIN
UNDER A LARGE BANYAN TREE
NEAR THE RIVER BANK
ON THE WINDING OUTSKIRT
OF THE VILLAGE
A TOUCH OF MOIST SKIN
BURNING BODIES AND CLOTHES
FRIGHTENED BY HUNGER
TOWARDS THE PATHWAY
FEIGNING CAUTION AGAINST INTRUDERS
BEFORE THROWING IT AND SHAME
TO THE WINDS
IN MUTUAL CONQUEST AND SURRENDER
AS RAIN SET THEM AFIRE
FELL ON THE MUD FOR GENTLE SUPPORT
TORE AT THE LAST STRINGS OF RESTRAINTS
MELTED AS ONE TO BECOME
A HEAVING MOUND OF ELEMENTAL EARTH
AS THE MOUNTAINS CRUMBLED
THE OCEANS OVERFLOWED
AND TIME STOOD STILL
IN THAT MOMENT
DID NOT EXIST
THE PATH NOR THE TREE
NOR THE RIVER
NOR THE RAIN
IN THAT MOMENT
EVEN LOVE DIED
TO DIE AGAIN A HUNDRED THOUSAND TIMES