Back to the Sacred mountain

“My chest is a morning glory, “My song a porous rock, “My soul, a dandelion “The wind tears and blows away.” The Chinelos danced to the Sacred Mountain. The Dragonfly called the Deer She prayed to the Corn God. The Owl opened the door. The Corn was born. The flute player called the budgerigar My…

Asia: back to the future

Royal palace, Bangkok. 2018. Back to the future? In more ways than one, I guess. I was born in the East, in India under its Pakistani guise. (To me the names change, the land and the people not so much.) We then pushed further East to Vietnam, briefly, and Cambodia which we left in ’57.…

“Over” the volcano

March ’91. We’d relocated to Mexico a year before. I worked at an Ad agency, and had decided to “brush up” my scant German. (No relationship whatsoever). So I took classes at the Goethe Institüt. During breaks we talked between classmates. I told about my climb of Mont-Blanc in ’89. As it turned out, Manuel…

Street Art cocktail

Dance brigade. San Francisco. 2016. (We are on a mission here, folks) All you need to disinfect the planet. Bogotá, Colombia. 2020. (c)ourtesy Oscar. The gentleman bird thief. By Bué the warrior, a Belgian artist living in Mexico. Colonia Roma, Mexico city. c. 2018. Fee-lines. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2018. For Juanito. Penang by bus. Rastafari!…

Art as a cure

Sacré Coeur, by Maurice Utrillo. Mid-30’s. Musée Montmartre. Utrillo (1883-1955) was Susanne Valadon’s son (see a previous “virtual museum” post). Montmartre, where he lived all his life, was his main source of inspiration. The church in the foreground would be the small Église Saint-Pierre, one of the oldest churches in Paris. Built in 1147, a…

The high tide of the Equinox

The Sea covered most of the black rocks in front of the house by the Sea. Far, far away, the grey waves merged with the leaden sky. The Land was bracing, waiting for the final assault. The trees moaned in the howling Wind. The rocks shook under the crashing waves. The time had come. The…

“La street c’est chic”

Talent. Singapore. 1917 “Restore coral. Save the ocean”. Tulum (the place of the turtles). Mexico. 2019. Florence, where statues come to life. 2014. Pale ale. Sawadee kraap. 🙏🏻 Bangkok. 2018. The adventures of Isabelle (the little girl) and her aunt, Calendula the witch (to the right.) By Will, aka Willy Maltaite (1927-2000). Will was one…

International Women’s Day. It’s “normal”

In Mexico, we learn early that we have to be careful. They teach us that our freedom is limited, That the streets are dangerous, That we must hide our bodies. It’s normal. In Mexico, since we’re little, they teach us to be afraid. Girls disappear and women are raped. In Mexico a rapist can run…

Time Patrol: Germany 1980

1980. A while ago. We were living in Paris then. Decided to go Germany and visit friends. Took the train to… Mainz, maybe… or Koblenz? Honestly I can’t remember. From there we traveled by boat on the Rhine. To the North. Stayed in cute little towns along the river. I would say it is probably…

Shadows and colours for the winter

Mary’s shadow. Tlalpan, Mexico city. 2021. Green. Sans ombre. (‘Sans’ shadow.) All photos were taken in the neighbourhood in January. Shadow of a walled window. Bleu sans ombre. Blau ohne schatten. 😉 Cables with bars. And white. And… Yellow, blue and red with shadows. (Beginning to sound like Mondrian) Terracotta with window. ‘Calvary’ street for…