Year End Diary 2020-2- Photographs- Interrogating Dystopias

Imagined versus Idealized

She imagined dystopia , but always

regarded it from the point of view

of the Garden of Eden

Fink Lendvai- Dircksen

on the works of Diane Arbus

Port Credit Mississauga Ontario-Dec 2020
Strange effect seen – by naked eye the clouds are not well seen – but in photograph there is this effect like a canopy over the landscape- with the frozen river below

As we reviewed the photo – diaries of

2020, earlier perspectives and current

times of Covid19 merged.

Walks by Lakeshore Burlington – Dec 2020

We spent some time on Brant street, the Promenade was slippery, walked back to the parking near Scotia and recalled last year’s trip to Dundas ( July 2019) . The Christmas lights around lakeshores of Mississauga, Oakville, Burlington



Why is the mask not covering your nose

in the picture- is a comment I get often.

In the beginning of the year we visited the Forks of Credit area – Caledon

Around Father’s Day – after the lockdown was lifted we went to Hamilton area – and I told the family about the works of Leonardo Sciascia -the Italian writer whose statue is on Immigration square of Hamilton Ontario.

Street photography exhibitions in Art Gallery of Ontario – made us look at Diane Arbus in a more intimate way. For our family we have intimate memories of walks and street photography in Tripoli, Malta, Istanbul and now Canada

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

DIANE ARBUS- New York- 1962

Let us look at – Child with Toy Grenade in Central Park – New York City – 1962.

Fink writes – about Arbus’s approach

“ The grenade, grimace and claw-like hand seem to point to a desperate future, hysterical and militarized. The picture works because the strangeness of the boy is staged with the kindly natural scene ; there is even a rhyme between those paired tree trunks and the child’s spindly legs . Arbus ‘s subject, here and elsewhere, is the discrepancy between imagined and idealized worlds represented by trees , sunlight, in the park and the violence apparently promised by the child. She imagined dystopia, but always regarded it from the point of view of the Garden of Eden.

APPLICATION- THROUGH EARLIER

PERSPECTIVES – 2017 Copleys at

Art Gallery of Hamilton and

Missing Chapters – at Art Gallery of

Mississauga

⁃ The Copleys exhibition of 2017 told of the lives of immigrants who worked in the factory and how this institution has evolved over the decades.

⁃ Sara Angelucci – the artist – remembers her parents generation and pays tribute to their struggles through this unique exhibition

THE LAST FOLIO-1942-SLOVAKIA-

MISSING CHAPTERS- 2017-Special exhibition in Art Gallery of Mississauga, in collaboration with Royal Ontario Museum, depicting the missing years in the lives of families- of loved ones lost, of migrations, wars and many unspoken realities

ART GALLERY OF ONTARIO

REMEMBERING RAGHUBIR SINGH

The AGO has interesting sections on the art of photography. We added – Modernism On the Ganges- by Mia Fenman – to our home library. Raghubir Singh interrogated Jaipur, Ganges, Calcutta in transcendent ways.

RAGHUBIR SINGH -1969:
Swami Shardanand Bathes at the source, Gaumukh. 12770 feet. Uttarakhand

In the essay – The Ganges side of Modernism , Mia Fineman tells of how Raghubir Singh found on his parents’ bookshelf a copy of Cartier Bresson’s book – Beautiful Jaipur ( 1948). Those lyrical images of Singh’s hometown “ stoked the youthful fire” in him . Singh first met Bresson in 1966 April at a dinner hosted by fellow Magnum member Marilyn Silverstone at Rambagh Palace Hotel in Jaipur. Both photographers were in town to meet India’s new Prime Minister , Indira Gandhi, who had arrived for a Congress Party meeting.

For Singh, then twenty three, it was the opportunity of a lifetime: for several days he accompanied Cartier Bresson around Jaipur and witnessed

“ first hand his quickfire intuition attached to a clarity of eye and a surety of stance.”

DYSTOPIAS

As we went through our photo diaries and reminisced on the associated trips – the journeys of “ forced democracy” in Libya, walks on streets of Malta and recent years trips to Ontario smaller cities came to mind

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Year end Diary 2020-1 : Art

ART

The Group of Seven

Tom Thomson and the Group of Seven

shared a passion for Canada’s landscape and a strong desire to create a distinctive visual language

From Art Gallery of Ontario

Catalog no. 380

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In the year end diaries 2020 , we started going through some of the walks, readings, discussions done in these landscapes

Canada – as a mental construct – came to us as a family in 2004 when we were in Tripoli Libya and some Indian diaspora living in Tripoli introduced this concept to us. Then we spent a few years in Malta – Sweiqi. Art has been a way of life for is- my paternal grandfather used to take the family for walks and cultural tours to the monuments, museums and gardens of Delhi Agra region of North India.

My father evolved this concept further and we started with the Peshwa museum of Pune, Maharashtra, Western India .

In Malta we were introduced to the Caravaggisti art movement, which like the Group of Seven of North America- Canada left an imprint on the Consciousness of the Country and region

ART DIARY 2016

The interaction with artists of Visual Arts Mississauga- ( VAM ) Riverwood Conservancy made us see figures, buildings, forests, trees, leaves ( in different seasons) in a more intimate way

That was the year I did some sessions of figure sketching and Sahil joined the Nature drawing classes.

ART DIARY 2017-2019

The Royal Ontario Museum organizes great special exhibitions . This year we went to explore the Canada 150 exhibits- and the Missing Chapters, Jodhpur, and Age of Rembrandt exhibitions stand out

The Art Gallery of Ontario organized the exhibitions on Impressionism in the Age of Industry. This made us interrogate layers of city-scapes and reminded us of similar exhibitions in India – The Natural History Society Mumbai, and Ganga – National Museum Delhi.

2019- Pottery classes at VAM – the art created at Riverwood has found its place in different corners of our house and garden in Candlestick Circle.

2020 – Landscapes

This year we went to Kawartha Lakes area and did some walks and boat rides in Bobcageon

It was a time to tell my sons some rhythms taught to me by my father – the 100 day program, The Revision plan, the Daily and Weekly Review, How to make a subject and Topic Index and the value of Followup.

Informal discussions and settings sometimes help to break icy intellectual and emotional mountains.

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The Past is beautiful

The past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time.

It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions

About the present, only about the past

                                                Virginia Woolf

Around my birthday, this year, I reflected on the life of a loved one who has passed away.

CONCEPT OF LIVING SPIRIT

As I meditated and reflected on her life, the British India of 1930s and the many journeys we as a civilization have gone through in these past eight decades came alive. She kept the legacy of her father alive.

In significant events in my life, through pointed suggestions- without rambling details- she gave me guidance and support.

FAMILIES

Family is the place where one learns to connect, communicate and grow (or numb) in many ways.

When my father passed away in a car accident (1999-June) she came home in Palam Vihar

I was struggling between giving a notice in the newspaper to coordinating with the scientific medical society , the sudden void my mother felt, and the pulls of my son-wife.

At times I would be exasperated and labile.

She must have observed this from a distance, but never told me anything day-to-day.

But when she was leaving- she came to me and said- you have to balance things and be diplomatic (and some other details).

Over the decades her words have come true in many ways and as I fell short many times, her guiding spirit, gentle smile would come across.

In the movie- A beautiful day in the neighborhood- there is a prayer- Pray for all those who made you.

When I sit in a quiet corner and pray, a smiling face, gentle spirit , with a historical sense comes alive.

Through many stories told over family gatherings, she kept alive the legacy of her father, and gave us a sense of what it is to be related, to be part of a family, and a fabric which is Post independence India.

LETTER TO A LOVED ONE WHO PASSED AWAY.

This is an exercise, I have done every month for over past six years.

Sometimes I write a book summary and send it to my maternal grandfather- who was the first person to whom I wrote letters to- in 1970s.

He would correct them from Moscow and return them.

Today, many decades later, as I sat down to write a letter to a loved one who has passed away – I wrote to my grandmother- not as a grandmother, but as a friend.

How she must have seen life through the different currents which passed – the sons who have their own lives and families to the times of coping, when her father and husband passed away before their time, and how she evolved her life as an educator.

PRATAP CHOWK-DELHI

I remember her lessons on sisterhood.

The support she gave to her peers as they evolved through the loss of their loved ones.

Family can be a place of great support, but also trial.

And as I remember the Pratap Chowk of Delhi, where we used to stay when we were in High school, I reminisced with my sister, the Delhi of 1980s.

Recently , I was sent a letter written by my mother in 1984-which brought alive memories of a life time ago, and also a way of life.

She wrote how her cousin had come from Shyampur Rishikesh .

And the trips to Sarojini Nagar to meet my father’s sister.

The Shimla of 1930s/1940s came alive on those pages.

Memories of walks in Upper Kaithu Bazaar-Shimla where we used to visit from Pune-1970s, and go for walks in Hill Temples of Jakhu, Tara Devi and Kufri.

An educator, her influence on the life of our family was subtle and profound.

Reminded me of the words of John Dewey

“I believe finally, that education must be conceived as a continuing reconstruction of

experience, that the process and the goal of education, are one and the same thing.”

EARLIER PERSPECTIVES

2008-NOVEMBER

A teacher affects eternity; we can never tell where his influence stops

                                                                                    Henry Adams

Talks on the campus

2014-JANUARY

Jung agreed with Freud’s model of the unconscious , what Jung called “the personal

unconscious” but he also proposed the existence of a second , far deeper form of the

unconscious underlying the personal one. This was the collective unconscious, where

the archetype themselves resided, represented in mythology by a lake, or body of

water, and in some cases a jug or other container.

This concept of Jung can be applied to the words of the playwright Trevor Griffiths-

I did

not invent myself, the world invented me

A letter to a loved one who has passed away

2019-JANUARY- THINKING THROUGH LETTERS

In a previous article this writer told about his realization that what he had before him

was not the dish he had ordered for his forties

        The Crack Up – F Scott Fitzgerald

Thinking through Letters-Sagar around 20

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