Monday 28 May 2012

kleider machen leute

t shirt with puppet, aiko, mumbai, 26th may 2012

I completely forgot the enjoyment of working on a picture. Instead of running around. Staying and creating. Using your imagination or just letting it flow.

I think that is my status. Too less experience to analyse or to have a system. No rationality behind it.

If you are not educated in something it gets more difficult if not impossible to articulate your actions. That does not mean you know less what you are doing.

In my first course conceptual photography it was all about the ability to vocolise your doing. It does not matter, if it is better or any connection is necessarily given. just because of it. I was shit at the beginning but as soon i realised that is all about it i was good. i saw amazing work developing and people starting crying in class. sometimes the same.

 and nobody told them. just tell your teacher say should become better to understand your work without needing to be told why it should be good. i think.

we are working on the pieces for the whole afternoon, tweeking around, sometimes talking sometimes doing. it is great, almost meditative. she likes it, i likes it. perfect. without talking.

puppet without t shirt, aiko, mumbai, 26th may 2012

in the middle of...

stall, around bandra train station, mumbai, may 2012

meat, around bandra train station, mumbai, may 2012

chair, west bandraa, mumbai, may 2012

watchman, west bandraa, mumbai, may 2012

watchman2, west bandraa, mumbai, may 2012

flowerist, west bandraa, mumbai, may 2012

chair2, west bandraa, mumbai, may 2012

selling

fruits, dadar, mumbai, may 2012
they are running, quick. packing up all their belongings, standing up and disappearing behind the corner.

the police is coming, they are illegal here. this is what i understood. and they are not allowed to be here.

obviously, but actually never thought that. really. as wel as having pirtae dvds as really really illegal.. not just pretentious.

running,
i came here to buy those amazing bags. the guys in the hypermarket told me to go there. there would it be. everything. a lot of them.

when i was there there was nothing, just fancy bags for family mothers ad their daughters, or traveler bags. but not just simply far too cheap bags out of fantastic material, which hardly rips ever. perfect

stall, dadar, mumbai, may 2012
my theory is. i am always going to the family market, the worker market, where you really have those bags is in accessible for me.. to much of a different class. that's why people tell me form the wrong market, because the family market is already an compromise for me.

kids clothes, dadar, mumbai, may 2012

a bit of bollywood- at least

wall1, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012

wall2, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012
wall2, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012
wall3, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012

wall4, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012
wall5, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012
wall6, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012

wall 7, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012

wall8, tulsi pipe road, mumbai, may 2012

Saturday 26 May 2012

... to with a tear

ice cream seller, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
the kast time train traveling. the last time hanging around for hours and hours, looking out of the window, eating a lot of food between buscuits, rice and samsosa. drinking chai and super sweet coffee. talking with people, reading, enjoying the moment.


child artist1, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
childartist2, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
trainrides are the best moments for me to live in the present. having no future and past the train ride in betwenn gives you the moment just to live here, on the train, cause past and future far too far away,

i love it. cannot say more. enjoy the beeing stuck at a place, everything is moving and you can just watch.

watch the young artist child rolling around on the floor, shaking his head and trying to get through a wheel. i do not wanna feel pitty for the young boy, not even 7 years old, who came together with his sister, who is playing the percussion.

i never wanna be felt guility for myself. by other people. but i do. beause i can emphasise.as much as you can with other people and their lifes.

landscape, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
landscape2, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
landscape3, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
road, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
just a few facts -evi facts- about train rides in india: always take a scarf with you. sometimes quite cold, sometimes need something to lie on or to cover you. if you are not in ac you do not get any coverage. get sleeper. ac is triple expensive, you have too much of an ac and the windows have blue glass. not way to take pictures. also people who are selling stuff are coming much more rare. also getting to know people much more interesting in the sleeper wagon. for tourist: always ask for tourist wagon. they also have one =please take advantage and do not think it is part of the adventure to try to get the same ticket as the inhabitants. takes ages and most of the time you end up on the waiting list.

never take any food with you but do not buy anything with oil. bring instead a lot to read and maybe some books as well for curious people who are traveling with you.

friends among them, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
friends and me, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
make sure, sometimes people can be anoying, exspecialy annoying on the train, cause they look, talk, sit suddenly next to you and ask for a conversation. don' t care if you are busy or nt.
sometimes the conversations are plain,nothing special, sometimes if you deal with them well they are magic. little treasure moments, like the girl with the engagement ofhis fathe, or the it guy with his fantastic ideas, or the new japanaase folding art all for fee, othere with some chai


train1, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
train2, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
train3, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
railroad, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012
it is my last time for a while. will leave soon india and the there are just german train rides left. they are different.ot that exciting, not that long. much organised. cannot imagine them right now.

miss all of it already now.

poster, between bangalore and mumbai, may 2012

a lucky dip

picture, train station, bangalore, may 2012
Great result within 5 month of my life:

First my lap top's motherboard broke, which means new one. When this was fixed my blackberry broke completely. When this was kind of ok, my I pod got stolen, got replaced with another this time i phone and the head of my tripod finished his life. In between stomach pain from strange bowel movement till death like behavior,  not healing but therefor swelling  and I don't know. Oh lost a few annoyed editors on the way. Even more maybe friends and for sure seeing themselves desired  boyfriend of white girl  ( and can say this without even twitshing) and then also some treasures of moments and people.

3 today:

girl, train station, bangalore, may 2012
Or front of the timetable: a little girl suddenly stands in front of me, stretches her arm, her hand. I think for a moment another child who got send and taught by parents to get money from rich whites but her hand was different. Flat but sideways. I shook her hand, gave it a try. She suddenly ran, laughed, jumped And ran back to her mom.

waiting, train station, bangalore, may 2012

Tried to find in rush hour a rickshaw guy who would bring me from kolomagala to the bangalore city station. Thought it would be hard cause of city rush hour but not so. 2 said no, even after offering 200 ruppes. So stood around looked. Waited. Finally rickshaw driver came, said yes, took me there, even asked me which way I would like to go and did not rip me off. Not even secretly.

Every single time I get a fair pay I could cry. Seriously and the. Tip him so much that he would get even the rip of fare.

doctor, train station, bangalore, may 2012
doctor2, train station, bangalore, may 2012

Long before that. Queuing in the supermarket. Indian Woman in front if me, than me. Boy came with some lemons, stopped Hal in between me and woman. Jumped the quid. Really? Could not believe, killed him with my mind, he ignored me. Woman  turned around' go back in the queue' and too me ' typical  Indian'

Oh and lot of nice moments with girl who is selling always and always between the hottest day hours cancer variety things for far to little.  Always smiles and stands there in long trousers and nice shirt without getting sweaty.

Or the young doctor in the Bangalore city station who takes care of my ridiculous wounds and discusses with the nurse and me the importance of marriages.

Sometimes I think I am lucky, very. Sometimes I thinking am unlucky, very.

food, train station, bangalore, may 2012

And in between seems nothing. And sometimes I would wish I would have a bit more demoralised or balanced way of looking at the world.

Oh forgot, lap top almost broke Sunday cause of strange electricity system in trains and my ignorance if reading notes on technical equipment, lost my flight ticket and my mobile for  at least 5 minutes each.

And above all it is not finished yet. 4 more days to go.

warning, train station, bangalore, may 2012

small anecdotes in between..

3 guys at the bakery1, kolamangare, bangalore, may 2012
3 guys at the bakery2, kolamangare, bangalore, may 2012
3 guys at the bakery2, kolamangare, bangalore, may 2012

Could it be that dogs realising that there is a bad five and are intolerable of being the wiser.

First dog I met on Saturday in Bombay talking. Waste, they hang around, I take pictures, far away from them. They are cool with me, I am with them. People walk through the hill. All fine. I slightly move forward, not even much. Suddenly One dog started barking, of other one, they came, I ran or moved slowly as I learned. They followed me, people looked. I am embarrassed.

Another day, place, dog. Art space, woman with dog came, said hello, shaked my hand. Dog sniffed on me, friendly, my legs. Suddenly groaned and friendship was gone for the day.

What do I do. Nothing. I always stay far away, don't intimidate there private space. Amazing isn't it.

woman1, chaistore, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012
woman1, chaistore, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012
woman1, chaistore, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012

Apparently not. Maybe next time I should ran at them make baby sounds and overspreading the. With touches.

Not sure. I like them. But I like cats character, maybe that is an issue. The issue, they know.

But it is true cats are much cooler. They do no care, come and go as they like, take and give, but are never dependent. Not even if it is about food. Just preferable.

We had a lot of cars in my family. The first had no names, the second was mine and when the third died my mum decided there should be no fourth. And then there came a maybe fourth but she did not agree. So no fourth.

Never dogs, just cows. And deers. And topsi, my bird which died because of age or jealousy or both.

I am a lousy carer. I do not care. Simple but sad. Really, feel sometimes embarassed about myself.

Maybe the dogs know it.

coconuttransport1, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012
coconuttransport2, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012
coconuttransport3, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012
coconuttransport4, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012
coconuttransport7, kolamangara, bangalore, may 2012