reflections visual & literary * humanidades
by Ricky Toledano traduzido por Liane Sarmento Magalhães “Mas por que ajudar apenas as crianças brâmanes? Por que não ajudar todas as crianças? Por que não ajudar todas as que são pobres e famintas? Se vocês querem amar tanto a Deus, por que não limpam esse ghat ‘sagrado’ – que vocês dizem ser ‘o mais […]
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If I look irritated, it is because I was. It is in these moments of disappointment, however, when we learn the most.
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It is a simple test, but a pertinent one after visiting any exhibition – but it was profound after the Kochi-Muziris International Biennale The fact that I remembered anything at all was surprising. I avoid most contemporary art, especially conceptual art, a category for which I have a strong opinion that is hard for me […]
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It may be the way the air chills softly under great neem trees, cackling with parakeets, or the eagles that swoop calmly over the roses as the sun sets. Bamboos create archways between fields dotted with the crumbling stone of tombs from empires past. The scent of jasmine lifts the air from the smell of […]
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According to the Law that goes by many names, including Ganesha, every doorway requires something to be left behind and something new to be accepted. This is the human dilemma, and it is one that is not getting any easier as there are ever more of us in this world, all unsatisfied, desiring progress and […]
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O negócio é acordar cedo em Paquetá e andar pelo Praia da Moreninha a ler todos os versos, postos em cada árvore. São muitos!
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Properly called the America Windows, they are what everyone in Chicago has called the Chagall Windows for as long as I can remember, and I was born some years before they were installed in the Art Institute of Chicago in 1977. A tribute to a city and a nation from the great Russian-French-Jewish artist and […]
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The skyline might have changed. Millennium Park certainly had not existed. But there still so many things I remember about my hometown, even after more than twenty years abroad. Returning awakens the memories of how the summertime smells of cut grass and coming rain. Pizza. Those cement sidewalk stamps at the corners just before the […]
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Argentina, 1800s. A nubile captive, together with her infant child, are government prisoners, taken on long caravan as part of the supplies needed at the military outpost of a sinister colonial world deprived of women. It is just the beginning of the adventurous captivity of Ema, a “white” woman of unknown origins who is bartered […]
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“Where did you learn to dance?” was more of an interjection than a question from both friends and strangers who were shocked when I jumped to the rhythm of the old Cuban song I love. Expecting that I would respond with the name of some local dance studio, I could not help but smile, stumped, […]
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