Friday, September 26, 2008

Artist of this week: ROBIN RHODE

robin rhode was born 1976 in cape town and grew up in the south african johannesburg – a city with the highest crime rate in the world. already in 1997 rhode began to work artistically – his source of inspiration and the arena for his art was, and still is today, the street. whether a wall in johannesburg or a pavement in berlin – rhode temporarily occupies surfaces found in public spaces, draws objects with chalk on these and then interacts with the drawings: he draws a bicycle on the floor and tries to push it; he draws a car on a wall and tries to break into it with a crowbar. these unique connections between drawing and performance are characteristic for robin rhode’s art: the imaginary drawn space becomes reality because the artist treats it like reality. a central theme in his art is thereby the common human trait of wishful thinking, a desire for something; in his performance ‘the score’ it is a live appearance of a band: rhode draws trumpet, bass and drum kit on a wall and then ‘plays’ – along to appropriate melodies and sounds that run in the background – on these instruments. through his interaction with the merely imagined and drawn, rhode creates a whole new, artistic reality, which is its own fulfilment: ‘sometimes if you have nothing, you actually have everything.’ (robin rhode)

while rhode’s early works only play with the tangibility of objects, this is redeemed in his sculptural works; they have reached the physical condition of an object. however, rhode only allowed for a limited lifespan: in his work ‘soap and water’ (2007), for example, next to a bicycle made from pastel green soap he places a tin bucket full of water – if you clean the bike it will dissolve into soapy water…

Sunday, September 14, 2008

"Faith" in "Quest"

Here in lies “Financially Free, Quest quencher Sabir Haque”
I don't know if that would be the perfect epitaph come the issuance of My never soliciting Driving License issued by Road Tragic Authority also known in unpopular circles as RTA.
I am talking about a motivated individual on wheels that will be ready to pounce on you. Would you ask why? Because you are not motivated enough to pull yourself out of your 8-5 job routine!
The idea behind this out rightly helpful gesture is to free you, free you from becoming this money chasing rabbit and soon Money will chase you. Chase you away from worried loan loaded future, most importantly friends, because you will be so busy slowing down and ogling at the money that friends will just become another account to close.
The most disgusting thing I hate about people doing Sales is how intelligent they become as soon they seal in their first account. And how they will remember your anniversary, your festivals and your wife's birthday as well. Their efficiency regales me to no dimension. And they do it for the dough, no disrespect on that front. But they do have their own family, their own ashtray hiding spot, tea marks on their tables; they are flush users like us - human beings!!
But what happens when you are bugged by this menacing money machine idea, where you become a sales men for ever, networking you way up to everlasting pipelines of money?

I lost one of my very close friends to this train of money in the recent past, although he is happier than ever. I see in him in a cold rush of accounting of those crisp Dollars which par amounts to anything - time, money and friends too! Very recently I met him and he promised me to visit me at my new address. He promised me he would come next weekend.
When the next weekend came after crossing the menacing traffic jam on the Emirates Road, I got an SMS asking me to come over to DisneyLand on Steroids (Do-i-buy?) to attend this seminar, and as I mentioned due to my misfortune with RTA, I just can't bring myself to stand waiting for a Paki(in a Taxi!!). He can't come as it would be less -|productive|- for him, as he was too tied up. Well, here comes the motivated salesman - weighting everything in time=money.
When I lose money, which I mean to reframe - I lose time, sitting idly with a remote in my hand and my PDA on the other writing my simmering notes or talking to my friend back in India about his new torrent downloads or stop by the road and spend some empty hours in Border (book store) and browse through books I’m never gonna buy. Meet friends in Cafes without a notebook but with just few money which I just offloaded from my disappearing ATM account. Do I feel something missing me here!! Money =/ Time. What is it I am gaining? What is it my friend is losing?
Some moments of unaccounted money and peace? I am not productive. I am not efficient with my time. All I can promise myself is that when I get my RTA sponsored dream come true, I hope I don't make appointments wondering how many Dollars are getting credited to my account?
One cup of cafe Mocha? ..Hey did you catch "Rock On!! Cool movie ha". What's that notebook for?

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

On teaching and life

Magic and Problems when writing as a first-person narrator

First person is the most difficult form because the writer is locked inside the head of the narrator and can't get out. He can't say "meanwhile, back at the ranch" as a transition to another subject because he is imprisoned forever inside the narrator. But so is the reader! And that is the strength of the first-person narrator. The reader does not see that the governess is the villainous because what the governess sees is all the reader ever sees.

The truth knocks on the door and you say "Go away, I'm looking for the truth" and it goes away. Puzzling

to speak of certain government ad establishment institution as "the system" is to speak correctly. They are sustained by structural relationships as they have lost all other meanings and purpose. People arrive at a factory and perform a totally meaningless task from eight to five without question because the structure demands that it be that way. There's no villian, no "mean guys" who wants them to live meaningless lives, its just that the structure, the system demands it and no one is willing to take on the formidable task of changing the structure just because it is meaningless. But to tear down a factor or to revolt against a government or to avoid repair of a motorcycle because it is a system is to attack effects rather than the causes; and as long as the attack is upon effects only, no change is possible. The true system, the real system, is our present construction of systematic thought itself, rationality itself, and if a factory is torn down but the rationality which produced is left standing, then the rationality will simply produce another factory. If a revolution destroys a systematic government , but the systematic patterns of thought that produced that government are left intact, then those pattern will repeat themselves in the succeeding government. There's so much talk about the system. And so little understanding.

My Teaching college
At a teaching college you teach and you teach and you teach with no time for research, no time for contemplation, no time for participation in outside affairs. Just teach and teach and teach until your mind grows dull and your creativity vanishes and you become an automation saying the same dull things over and over to endless waves of innocent students who cannot understand why you are so dull, lose respect and fan this disrespect out into the community. The reason you teach and you teach and you teach is that this is a very clever way of running a college on the cheap while giving a false appearance of genuine education.

Why dogmas are in doubt?
You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know its going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it's always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt.

Schools teach you to imitate If you don't imitate what the teacher wants you get a bad grade. Here, in college, it was more sophisticated,of course; you were supposed to imitate the teacher in such a way as to convince the teacher you were not imitating, but taking the essence of the instruction and going ahead with it on your own. That got you A's. Originally on the other hand could get you anything - from A to F. The whole grading system cautioned against it.

The student's biggest problem was a slave mentality which had been built into him by years of carrot-and-whip grading, a mule mentality which said, "If you don't whip me, I won't work." He didn't get whipped. He didn't work. And the cart of civilisation, which he supposedly was being trained to pull, was just going to have to creak along a little slower without him.

Kids at camp get much more enthusiastic and cooperative when they had ego goals to fulfill. I'm sure, but ultimately that kind of motivation is destructive. Any effort that was self-glorification as its final endpoint is bound to end in disaster. Now we're paying the price. when you try to climb a mountain to prove how big you are, you almost never make it. And even if you do its hollow victory. In order to sustain the victory you have to prove yourself again and again in some other way, and again and again, driven forever to fill a false image, hunted by the fear that the image is not true and someone will find out. That's never the way.

[random bites inspired by ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE by robert M. pirsig]

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Atop Wilderness of Nothing

When we bought four tickets from the Ministry of Tourism, the Meghalaya's package for taking us around Cherrapunji (arguably the rainiest place in the world), we were expecting only rains and hardly any smell of wilderness filled with nothing.
The first sight of cloud cover hits us when we stop for the first time on the foothills of Cherrapunji. On the way, we are intrigued by the steering wheel of the tourist bus which was larger than its own tires. Drove by a short and stoutly individual, who seemed to be climbing over the steering wheel itself, throwing his whole body over it, as he maneuvers the bus along the twists and turns of the winding road.
We are told we are going to Ramakrishna Mission. Our hearts dampen, another doze of spirituality atop the mountain!! Angshu makes a face, so does Suhail sitting beside him. Bedu snarls, "We are already liberated, to hell with the mission". Angshu starts making the hideous joint which he has been fondling with across the journey.
The bus starts climbing the last hill where the monastery rests, the windows seem to graze the walls which the road seems to have made. The villager's houses in the corner give a desolate look, a look of abject abundance of nothingness. We get off and stay distant, the rest of the crowd stops, looks at us, only to get back empty stares and non-verbal denial to take part in another frivolous attempt to spirituality. We are not in for it! We look for safer pastures to burn the virgin joints ready for exhalation.

A concrete structure with four lost poles stick out from the sides, one joint after another, clouds come and clouds go, our sanity flying off kilometers high, we are soon lost in our gadgets. The four corners of the camera frame start's looking edgy, while Bedu ponders on. He spots a kite on the far horizon fighting a losing fight of visibility with the clouds. We start looking for it, but can't spot it at all. Suhail starts with a small eek of laughter saying, "Come on! The kite is also white, that's why you guys can't spot it" We all laugh together wondering why we are laughing at all? There's no one to pass a judgment, not even yourself. we are just there filling our lungs with nothingness, such a precious something, not common down below to the so called human i have added this?? civilization.
Angshu soon slides down to his inner world, after nudging with his gadget Sony Ericsson 550i, he sits quietly thinking of, I don't know what? Suhail is finishing his flying lessons, as Bedu ponders on, thinking of the next practical thing to do. And so here were we, far away from the practical world, romanticizing with our false notion of nothingness.

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