Monday, April 17, 2017

Life...train...station...tracks

Travelling in Switzerland is so much fun with a Swiss pass! The pass is valid for a certain number of days, and there is no hassle of buying tickets to go to any specific location during its validity.

We don't like popular tourist destinations. The numerous selfie sticks up in the air destroys the sheer beauty of the place; instead we love to go to unknown or lesser known places to enjoy the quietness. My hubby proposed...."let's get down at random stations, and board whatever train that comes next"....

When we got down at Sarnen en route Alpnachdorf, a small village where we were supposed to retire for that night, it was almost dusk. It was an evening to be etched in my memories for years to come. As I looked around, the surroundings were engulfed in a mystical blue hue. The blue had an enchanting spell and I was awestruck by its beauty. I have seen such blue earlier in Michigan nights but this blue in the alpine mountains was different in its own way....goes beyond my words....

Woman at the station - acrylic on 18 X 24 inches canvas panel, April 2017
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Went up to the edge of the platform, and peered at the tracks in both directions....the tracks disappeared around the corner...seemed to come from and go in to the distant mountains....or maybe nowhere in particular? Where do we come from and where do we go? Life is so much like this mysterious train journey! We happen to hold a limited Swiss pass ever since we came to this world that lets us to be at a random station at any point of time, waiting for a train to take us to another station........

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Eyes that haunt me...

A cold night before Christmas...Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco..The houses lined on both sides of the street are decorated with Christmas lights. Warmth oozes out as the smoke dances its way up the chimneys. Lights in the windows tell us stories. Maybe, inside those houses, families are sitting around the crackling fire, eating, talking, loving and laughing. Outside, people are walking by... in festive mood.

We have also left the coziness and warmth of the hotel room, and are now walking on the footpath to reach the seafood restaurant at the corner of Taylor and Jefferson streets. Cold wind is blowing against our faces, and we are just trudging along huddled to ourselves. While walking, hubby notices a streak of frothy water coming from a dark corner of the footpath...steps aside..I was about to skip across it when I meet those eyes in the dark shadows...a figure wrapped in bundle of clothes and sleeping bag, lying in a dark corner...too cold to get up and pee elsewhere....

Did I see a smirk in his eyes? While the entire world moves on in front of him, ignoring and turning him invisible, he leaves an undeniable presence... he is very much there in the dark shadows....

The Cold Footpath - 20 X 24 inches canvas panel, Feb 2017 
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Saturday, April 1, 2017

Goodbye to Identity...

Today, my Identity will be flying thousands of miles across continents to reach her new home in Johannesburg, South Africa. I am getting her ready so that she doesn't get damaged during her long journey.

I am happy yet sad.... will never get to see her again! Yes, I do develop an emotional attachment with all my paintings...it starts the day I form them..they are parts of me..It feels good when I get to see them again once in a while at their current homes..possible only if they are in my friends' houses....

Identity is going to an immigrant Nigerian family ...same as Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's, author of Americanah ... I am inspired by many of her lines in that book. One of them was "I did not think myself as black and I only became black when I came to America..... Stop saying I'm Jamaican or I'm Ghanaian. America doesn't care.When you make the choice to come to America, you become black." Identity is my reflection on these lines from Americanah...more so, the difference between Non American Blacks vs. American Blacks in USA as depicted by Adichie.

As an immigrant, I too have felt my identity being reduced to an alien number (A*******), and getting generalized into a category. Why do we fail to see a person first as a human being before categorizing?
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After thought....
I love Adichie's writing style and have read all her books....she is a great speaker too... you can check out her TedTalk videos on Youtube..my favorite is one on the danger of a single story


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9Ihs241zeg

Life...old age...turmoil