Category Archives: People

The Scream

 

 

 

 

The Scream, 1893 is the 2nd most famed painting (after Mona Lisa) and the saddest painting I’ve ever seen.Is Edvard the one leaning on the fence, (he talks of leaning in the fence, unspeakably tired), but then this is a self-portrait?

 

 

grayscale photography of man praying on sidewalk with food in front

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.
Edvard Munch

When The Scream got in the news again, (CoBo Social Art Blog), I stared at its decibel; Munch on that walk with two others separated by gaps and back drop blue swirl. In this pastel version,  center figure’s skeletal eyes gawk at a deaf Universe. The Scream is certainly no photograph, with random pedestrians; this is E. Munch’s mind, another heirloom hanging in there in the noise of us.

 

Yesterday a Reader’s comment here got me two words – ‘suspended understanding’ –

“…perhaps love, peace, joy, compassion, grace, beauty among others were never meant to be understood. Those moments when our understanding is suspended are to live for – where does it start or end? What actually exists in between? Is it good or bad or less significant than we make it out to be. More questions than answers ..and I don’t particularly like suspended understanding…”

Nor I, dear Reader but what if it makes for Masterpieces. One tries to own joy peace, love, strength, all that. Perhaps in the ‘suspended moment’ we cross fjords, chasms. Fenced in, we keel over at dusk. Is possible we hear each other’s screams in our own; perhaps that’s why this painting grabs the imagination of so many. One relates to it.

 

Image result for quotes of Edvard Munch

In our daily pursuit of happiness I’d like to think our best moments are perhaps in those suspended places, even if they are too loud to understand. or forget.

///

Innerdialects.

 

..

 

Below, excerpts  http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20160303-what-is-the-meaning-of-the-scream

 

*Art historian Jill Lloyd,  “The Scream ..sums up a changing point in history – man cut loose from all the certainties that had comforted him up until that point in the 19th Century: there is no God now, no tradition, no habits or customs – just poor man in a moment of existential crisis, facing a universe he doesn’t understand and can only relate to in a feeling of panic. That may sound very negative, but that is the modern state…this feeling that we have lost all the anchors that bind us to the world.”

Scream Meaning: Meaning of The Scream (1893) Painting by Edvard Munch: Art Analysis

The Scream, by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch

“..the pastel version is incredible, .. vivid..fresh.. like it was made yesterday. In my mind, it is the most intense version: because pastel is such a free medium, you can see Munch altering lines and changing contours. So it has this unbelievably charged, vital surface, which you don’t really get in the oil paintings in the same way.”

*http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20160303-what-is-the-meaning-of-the-scream

**

 

Related Posts :

https://raeindia.wordpress.com/2018/07/10/the-ultimate-sin-2/

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/edvard-munch-beyond-the-scream-111810150/

http://mentalfloss.com/article/62425/14-things-you-didnt-know-about-scream

http://legomenon.com/meaning-of-the-scream-1893-painting-by-edvard-munch.html

 

 

Advertisements

12 Comments

Filed under Paintings, Pastel art, People, Personal Reflections, Writers

“Christmas like no other !”

408503_466640510051894_1511555378_nThis December I found myself saying, ” Dearest God  please  give us a Christmas like none other ( not imagining our dear friend Johnston Richard was onto an Album with the same  title , and asked if our visually challenged son Johann Noel would sing and do a small narration for him).

For those who know my family personally, much as we adore our kids and would promote them to the stars, there are often limitations..esp with 2013-03-24 10.20.36

Johann who has never really sung with studio headphones on, leave alone narrate  ‘cold cold snow’ not anything we have experienced. I now understand ‘snow’ is for the cold of the human heart…

Johnston Richard you raised the bar on this mother’s faith, on a  challenged kids’ sometimes lonely existence. Christmas is not exactly a festive season for everyone – for those who are disabled physically, emotionally, financially, socially,oh so many ways…

not everyone gets Christmas trees laden with gifts, banquets and new wardrobe, or Love…

1466022_1387241388187524_205367003_nnot every one is given a chance to be who they are. God reminded me/ us at the Noel home, He did create some really good people on earth, making for Peace, Joy, acceptance, of each other, and the Room for another to also shine.. ( rare ! )..

Listen to ” Cold Bethlehem” and our home visual -mix on U tube 🙂 of the song, also below, a brief from Johnston Richards

Talking about his new album and the Title :

JR  : People around the world give gifts to their loved ones and share the joy of family reunions. For many people, it is a season of give and take. However, the true essence of Christmas is the joy that comes from knowing the truth that you are loved unconditionally by God. No matter how others treat you or how you look at y0xourself. This love shatters all logic and liberates you from self-condemnation and leads you to self acceptance. Through the unseen power of the unconditional love that moves the universe, you are propelled to love ‘yourself’ and then other people unconditionally and give of yourself without expecting anything in return. Christmas like no other is the moment of history when time stands still and you experience selflessness and accept the intense and unconditional love of the creator of the universe who loved the world and gave his perfect gift of love to an imperfect world.

If you could make a wish for the world today – 

 JR    While Christmas is a time of joy and is celebrated around the world, to several people around the world it is a time of loneliness, financial hopelessness and emotional brokenness. But celebration and life doesn’t consist in the abundance of things or plethora of friends. Christmas is a message of hope. A message to the lonely : the Unseen power and love that moves the universe came down to earth in human form on Christmas day to save those who were ‘lost’. Without hope, without a future. Christmas is a time to go back to the basics and accept that love and feel the completeness. Love knocks on your door this Christmas and my wish for the world is that the people open the door and let the creator, who is love personified, fill their hearts with the completeness and euphoria of that blissful unspeakable joy.

1491009_1402906793287650_1197206126_n

Johann with Daddy Noel at the Studio

 What’s the toughest challenge being  ‘Johnston Richard’?

JR            Writing and composing songs is a gift that God breathed into me. I am strongly compelled that the songs that I receive from the throne should not be kept under a bushel. As any trustworthy steward, as the guardian and scribe of the songs, I am strongly inclined to get my music out in the open and put it on a lamp stand. My mission is to play in what I call H.O.P.E, which stands for Hospitals, Orphanages, Prisons and Educational Institutions. The toughest challenge I am faced with is acceptance. The industry has changed and it is tough to survive, let alone thrive, as a Gospel solo artist. Somehow, I believe that bands gain favourable responses as compared to solo artists. When you are soft-spoken and humble, the world takes meekness for weakness and tried to ride on your back. People tend to judge a book by its cover. You can be judged by the colour of your skin, your nationality, and stature. And there’s another thing. It’s a catch 22 situation -You cannot become recognized if you don’t have enough people buying or supporting your music; and on the other hand, people don’t want to buy your music if you are not well known. So far, I have been funding my music from my own pocket. It’s a challenge to do  huge promotional shows on a shoe string budget especially when you have a family who depends on you. I personally know what sacrifice means. Through it all it has taught me respect for others in similar endeavours and has built in me strong values, character and  gratitude. I praise God for His faithfulness, and thank my wife and daughter, and my dear friends for their incredible support. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to share my story in here  God Bless what you do…

 
Richie Johnny This is the Best Christmas Gift I have ever received. Thank you so much. I am so moved that God could use someone like me to make something that turned out so beautiful this Christmas and for all other Christmases to come. I was 16 when I wrote and first recorded this song on a tape recorder;) God had his child Johann in mind and I am so overwhelmed with emotions for the love and support extended to me and my family. A special hug to Johann. Merry Christmas and a blessed Newyear. The best is yet to come.

Johnston Richard lives in Bangalore ; besides his 9-5 job as a Professional Writer, he is a singer-songwriter, worship leader, author, producer and a guitar teacher. He has written and composed over hundreds of songs and has released two studio albums.Johnston partners with Besso Orphanage for destitute children. WWW.JOHNSTONRICHARD.COM. His second album, which is a Christmas Album, was released on December 7, 2013

 

http://youtu.be/MvW2-t1ARME

7 Comments

Filed under Artists, ASIA, Bengaluru, Blindness, Challenges, Culture, Friends, Homes, Hope, Human rights, Inspirational, Joy, Love, People, Writers

This is the easiest ‘yes’ I have said

 

Yes, fall down, beautiful thing,

beautiful Rain ;  I love You, 

falling down ‘ like a new emotion’ ;

Healing Rain…

Blue Tree. watercolour RN

16 Comments

Filed under People, Personal, Personality, Poetry

My Soul stammers

Thresholds. OIl RNoel

 

Early hour of morn – Peace,

like a sword – thru’ indifference.

 

How dumb man is when he is afraid.

My spirit shivers at the cowardice of kings,

 

and I am such a wisp of a thing, yet ,

each new dawn,

my soul stammers, then sings…

  

Leave a comment

Filed under Artists, ASIA, India, Inspirational, People, Personal, Writers

Music from an Untouchable …

Music from an Untouchable ….

The room fell silent. Then he began to play – as if his soul were talking a new language. Here no one was asking details on paper.No one asked him his age or place of birth, his mother tongue, caste or creed. Why would they.Untouchable

via Music from an Untouchable ….

1 Comment

Filed under Abuse, ASIA, Blog, Challenges, Culture, Disability, Friends, Human rights, Inspirational, Journals, People, Personal

A Human being with heart and Poetry : ‘Hariharan Balakrishnan’

” … for diamonds and rubies I do not care, all I have is for others to share, I crave for just a glimpse of Light, for peace and rest in that after-Life..” Hariharan Balakrishnan

Innerdialects : I am in awe of the creative fraternity, especially when they are there for the sheer passion of expression. H. Balakrishnan  says it like it is, without too much ‘modesty’ or ‘ guilt’ –  tracing Lost Horizons, the safety  of ‘Stars‘, of  moments,mementoes, of memories that never left, and of Dancing Diamonds and Volcanoes. The Equipoise of Silence …

His Works reflect a Universe waiting to be understood. They provoke the writer in me, silently reminding me of the human being perhaps neglected, within. Of secrets that wait to be told; of what Words can do in a Time that is more devious than ever before. Here is a human being that must be read, for he is more than a dad, husband, writer,traveller, lover of good food and music. He is an Indian with Spirit, heart and soul.

 ” Poetry, comes out of inner thoughts at some particular moments in time. I don’t see any need to feel guilty.It is the capacity to absorb things differs from people to people and also, in the same person, time to time. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be human. ” Hariharan Balakrishnan

SINGULAR

The silent man came in to this world                                                                                                 With a lusty cry, the wail for peace                                                                                                   He shouted screamed and swam about                                                                                               He saw he heard he smelt and stood

The silent man grew up and watched                                                                                                 The world around him go down in size                                                                                               His loudest wail of no avail                                                                                                             He chose to grow up, not capsize

The silent man too had his moments                                                                                               Of standing- and of understanding                                                                                                   People who had something to say                                                                                                With mere presence, now gone away

The silent man has chosen silence                                                                                                    He has his silence for company                                                                                                      He has no use for fools or falsehood                                                                                                 He is happy in his path of silence

The silent man too sometimes shouts                                                                                             He wants his voice once to be heard                                                                                                   He sometimes loses sight, his voice                                                                                                   And also, anon his equipoise

The silent man too tries to teach                                                                                                        The world that is within his reach                                                                                                  He came in shouting, wailing, crying                                                                                                  He wants to go out smiling laughing

The silent man sees, thinks and learns                                                                                               He has something to teach in turn                                                                                                     But chose to keep his thoughts inside                                                                                                 Like the volcano that never spewed.

……

Hariharan Balakrishnan 21.06.2001 With the Prime Minister of Bhutan , our INTACH Chapter decided to present him with a memento.

Lost Horizons

Lost horizons on the way                                                                   Of a lonely traveler on his road                                                           To some place somewhere                                                                 He knows not, does not care

A wayfarer in Eternity                                                                                                                 Without an inn- or an out                                                                                                             Only his thoughts- and dreams                                                                                                        Of someone else’s tomorrow

Horizons lost by one                                                                                                                         Can they be gained by another?

……………………..

The author here .. ? After father died, she read out to me some of the life experiences she noted down in Tamil. I told her if she writes a few more to make 100 pages in print, I’ll publish them in English. And that’s precisely what we did- on her 80th birthday. Only I know what went into the final product. The original mss was ‘lost’ for a few years etc. But the launch was really a ‘launch’. The book was released on a real launch which floated on the Husain Sagar in Hyderabad with some 200 people. Newspapers were competing to take her interview and outdo one another. The Hindu Friday Review did a story, and it was followed with a remarkable commentary by Eric Shackle of Sydney in his “Life Begins at 80”. Eric has since become a dear friend and now lives in Big Pond- still writing an occasional column. He is maybe 93 now. If I send him a mail, I can bet he’d reply within 48 hrs. That’s the kind of man he is. God bless him.

Hariharan Balakrishnan Poetry is subjective, and is often written in reflection- of events and moments that have passed long since.

Hariharan Balakrishnan

Came back a few hours ago after a trip to Greece and Turkey. Met a lot of people to understand these countries, saw a few memorable places and have already spun a few stories in the mind. In the next week and more, maybe I’ll be bale to put at least two or three of them in words, ably supported by some pictures that seem to have come out well. I promise to give you all a few glimpses soon.
There is also a series of humorous anecdotes that I can share only over a cup of coffee in a group. Who knows? Once I start writing, this idea may bloom as a book!
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
In conversation with Hariharan Balakrishnan, a Poet and a Humanbeing to reckon with. 
Innerdialects

Photo: Kalpu, Nargis, Bhavani and Sanjeev. Good to heer that you want to read what I write. But first things first. Here is the picture of the doorway to the Palace where the last six Sultans of the Ottoman Empire lived. Mustafa Kamal Pasha also lived here for a while and breathed his last in one of the rooms. From what I heard from people, it is not for nothing that this great reformer was called the Ataturk (Father of the Turk Nation). There was universal adulation- even after 90 years since his time.

Leave a comment

Filed under India, Inspirational, Journals, LIFE, Literature, People, Personality, Poetry, Writers

Beautiful Bloggers

( This Post utterly inspired by a fun 20 mins ?  with Sakshi Nanda,Sfurti SinhaRekha Vikesh :
305254_144571879030983_945908708_n
thank you for responding to my Post yesterday OH – AM JUST A MOM    on Real Fiction. People like you remind me that there  is only one race : Humanity. That we must never stop being friendly, though we live in an age of Indifference, a time of suspicion and some chaos. Thank you for being downright brilliant-silly with me. I so needed a dose of that kind of decent madness, rare among people that never met before now. God Bless and may your tribe increase !!!)
We shared little words yesterday
and in that moment, we were not just moms,
or even women ;
were just people,
ageless, unlimited ;
strangers,
with this common thread :
homes, kids, husbands, work, words, life, likes
blogs,cupboards,fertile spaces, or infertile,
raves and rants, moms and 
places, profile pic.faces,
traces of lives we lived, and
live, and will ;
I saw your Will, to not just survive,
but do well,
to not just get by, but
excel –
and I need to thank you for the reminder
that when humans get together,
talk,
can laugh at self and each other
somethings beautiful
begin to make all things well…
so much happens when the human spirit within,
rears Its Head to
yell shout whisper
hey everything just shut up- downright proper – and just
get well :))
….
( I love your blogs – may they like you, live forever… 🙂 KUDOS!
( NOT TO FORGET ALL THE GREAT PEOPLE THAT WROTE IN WITH VALUABLE INSIGHTS…NEVER CEASES TO THRILL ME. THANK YOU SO MUCH).
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

10 Comments

Filed under Faith, Homes, Hope, Human rights, Humor, India, Inspirational, Joy, LIFE, Literature, People, Personal, Poetry, Writers

Oh I’m just a mom ….. on fai- yahire :))

Yesterday I met Sherene K, between lanes and traffic ‘, a new friend, and a new mom compared to me.  Sherene is very pretty, has her baby bags and kids organised, their hair is all brushed and shiny, everyone looks interested and at peace, unlike my kids and self – we’re like just tumbled out of some place, and forgot to comb our hair…

anyway Sherene.  In neat pants and blazer, nice eyes, lip gloss, sensible nude nail varnish and sandals. I feel a twinge of envy. How can she look like that and look like a 20 figure salary or something ?! I mean , don’t you get this wrong – am very happy being full-time terror-mama and yelling – writer – of manuscripts- I -sure-will- publish- sometime- about kids and their harassed Indian neighbours, esp women ..

so I ask Sherene, what job she has, for am certain she has a job outside of home hours ; she rolls her eyes and says quietly, ” No no Ray. Am just a mom. Unlike you..”

What d’you mean unlike you. Everyone this side of heaven knows about me being at home and thereabouts all the time, with or without paint and pen – but am there, 24 x7 – but Sherene is a new friend …

for some reason am speechless. What did she mean, JUST A MOM.  ” I’m wasting away my life – what to do, there’s no way I can work now. ”

I spoke to Sherene this morning, ( names’ changed ), and we had a brief chat about Motherhood, hey I cannot get this girl to say anything else but ‘ Just a mom…

for all my blogging and yelping, am speechless! I love being a Mama and wife, besides try a hand at a few creative things, the kids are more independent now than ever before, so am taking up an Arts&Chatter ( :)))))) related job… will  fill details …

but ‘ JUST A MOM’ ???????

http://studio304.wordpress.com/2013/08/23/the-gift-of-joy/

 

32 Comments

Filed under Biography, Blog, Childhood, Inspirational, People, Personal

Thank God I’m not a mollusc or something…

WHAT I READ LATELY ON U TUBE – … Sy123 1 week ago   ” Thank god i’m not a mollusc or something. I wouldve missed out on knowing these beautiful things…  ” 

English: Notocypraea piperita Gray, 1825, a mo...

 

 

 

7 Comments

Filed under Explosion, Faith, Friends, Humanities, Inspirational, Journals, Literature, People, Personal, Personal Reflections, Places, Universe

Earth’s Open secrets

cucoon

Cucoons – like us, deep inside, waiting growing, breathing, living dying, breaking, tearing, crushed, expelled, shed skin and diminished, to excel ;  shellled, to spread wing, from little feet to skies….

DSC00276DSC00057
DSC00056 PiCourtesy RayCatcher

DSC00059Image0299-5Fields looking to the Sun ( from Home Fires Collection)

30 Comments

Filed under Human rights, Humanities, India, Inspirational, Journals, LIFE, Our Earth, People, Personal, Personal Reflections, Personality, Photographer, Photographs, Writers