Here it is, the end of 2010.
Some of its significant moments were even captured by camera.
2010: Good year.
Bring on the next one.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Fake and real
I drove through a part of the city today where they were setting up this strange display.
Talk about crazy mannequin sightings.
This is my favorite: Can you spot which one is the real thing?
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Santa's spare time
Authenticity
Tughlaq and his city
There used to be gold palaces and great armies here.
Not much is left.
When wars and intrigue left an opening for a slave to take over the throne of Delhi, he built his own city and named it after himself: Tughlaqabad.
But then, assassinated by his own son, Tughlaq and his city faded into ruins.
If you look beyond the mud and cricket players to imagine the glorious heyday of the city, maybe you can see a shimmer of gold from long ago.
Not much is left.
When wars and intrigue left an opening for a slave to take over the throne of Delhi, he built his own city and named it after himself: Tughlaqabad.
But then, assassinated by his own son, Tughlaq and his city faded into ruins.
If you look beyond the mud and cricket players to imagine the glorious heyday of the city, maybe you can see a shimmer of gold from long ago.
Wide load
Monday, December 13, 2010
Huh?
Art that makes you say, "huh?"
That's what Wassily Kandinsky was all about.
I mean, what do you think of when you look at this?
I see a dangling, dancing spider; a badger with a kite tail and a little yellow beetle with a paint palette--I've had to personify everything in order to make sense of it.
One of my students likes to say that everything looks like cheese.
In this one, he's probably correct.
Wassily Kandinsky's art may raise eyebrows, but he had an excellent understanding of form.
They even made him a professor. He wrote books and gave hundreds of lectures on the elements of design, the stuff we've been studying for the last few months.
So really, what can we dare to say?
The forms we created today were a little more recognizable.
Lizards,
Snakes
and Turtles.
And a nice wild--excuse me--abstract background of shape, line and color for them to live in.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Shoe shine
"Shine, madame?"
The words caught my attention because I took my winter shoes out recently and, well, they were in need of some shine.
Delhi dirt and dust has not been kind to them.
So I stood there with one shoe on and one shoe off for a bit while he gave 'em a polishing.
And now they are all nice and shiny once more.
The words caught my attention because I took my winter shoes out recently and, well, they were in need of some shine.
Delhi dirt and dust has not been kind to them.
So I stood there with one shoe on and one shoe off for a bit while he gave 'em a polishing.
And now they are all nice and shiny once more.
Monday, December 6, 2010
A pail of purple paint
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Let's try lilies
So this is the latest experiment: growing lilies on the balcony.
We'll see how that goes.
Not all of the previous test subjects survived.
That's last year's Christmas tree, you see, heading out with the trash. :(
By the way, that plant #5 that the plant selling man talked me in to buying, well that one has been the healthiest and hardiest of them all.
Go figure.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Shoes from above
This is one of the most unexpected things I've seen: shoes falling from the ceiling.
In the crowded "shoe mall", the woman shopper tells the shoe attendant guy what size she wants in what shoe.
That man tosses the shoe to the the guy with the earpiece.
Earpiece guy speaks some description and the size to a mysterious being in the ceiling and a shoebox falls into his hands.
Whoa.
Then he tosses the box to the shoe attendant who asked for it.
All the tossing back and forth.
All the calling out of shoe sizes and descriptions.
All the women demanding another size, another pair.
It all comes together in one of the most organized of chaotic messes.
In the crowded "shoe mall", the woman shopper tells the shoe attendant guy what size she wants in what shoe.
That man tosses the shoe to the the guy with the earpiece.
Earpiece guy speaks some description and the size to a mysterious being in the ceiling and a shoebox falls into his hands.
Whoa.
Then he tosses the box to the shoe attendant who asked for it.
All the tossing back and forth.
All the calling out of shoe sizes and descriptions.
All the women demanding another size, another pair.
It all comes together in one of the most organized of chaotic messes.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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