The city of Gods

“This is the city of Gods. I am Shiva.” “I am Vishnu. We stay in the City of Gods. The trees guard us.” “I am Brahma. We are the Four Gods facing east, north, west, and south in the City of Gods.” “I was born last. I am Gautama. We sit forever on top of…

The fisherman

My name is Shah. I am a Sindhi. My people have lived on these shores for centuries, thousands of years maybe. Caravans have come from Baluchistan to the Sindh, to Punjab, to Rajasthan, to Gujarat and back since the beginning of Time. Me? I’m just a fisherman. My father taught me my trade when I…

Time patrol: all roads lead to Rome

Florence, 1997. “Of the impossibility of photographing the Duomo”. One of the prettiest cathedrals in the world. (Milan’s not bad either.) The Duomo in Florence is a delicate work of white and black marble. A masterpiece really. But houses are so close to it you never really can get a comprehensive view. (Analog photo. One…

Street Art en la calle

“War is coming”, said the Poker man. Mexico city. 2021 “Blue, blue my wall is blue…” 🎶. Mexico city. “My name is Pink. My surname? Flamingo.” Bogotá, Colombia. 2021. (c)ourtesy Oscar. Chinelo dancer. Cuernavaca. “Da real thang”. Ahuatepec. The Lady by the highway. By Duek Gonzalez. On the way back to Mexico city. The Peyotl…

The Cat who walks by herself

‘I am the Cat who walks by herself, ‘And all places are alike to me. ‘When I have done that, and between times, ‘When the moon gets up and night comes… ‘I go out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or the Wet Wild Streets, walking by my wild lone.…

A morning walk, Mexico

“A dog day afternoon.” On the 14th of March we decided to launch ourselves to another district where we might get our first vax shot. First centre was packed. We moved over to the other centre in the district. Found a few gems along the way. The Jaguar looked at us and said nothing. Blue…

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.…

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…