Pictures along with this post are the books that I made during the workshop!
Beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. ~ Rumi
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Book Binding and Book Arts
Pictures along with this post are the books that I made during the workshop!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
18 Year Olds Must Travel Alone...

I always wished to travel and explore a city and its people all alone. The idea of seeing it with only my perspective gave me the highest thrills. So my last day in CA, I took the VTA Light Rail from Dowtown Mountain View and reached San Jose Conventional City Center in an hour.
This was finally the moment I had been living for. This was it, the beginning of an adventure.
As soon as the train passed and I faced the city, it dawned on me that I was a terribly meak and little creature to be alone in that enormous city.
Regardless, I mustered up some courage and starting walking towards the sign that said "Tech Museum round the corner." I thought that this would be the start of it. So I reached the museum, got in, decided that it wasn't worth seeing even before I saw any of it, and got out. Across the street was a little park and fountain. I thought that it was a nice place to ask for directions from people. I found out that the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum was about 3 mules away but the Art Museum was just around the corner.
Did I mention that I was on foot? Also, never go to the San Jose Art Museum on a Monday-it is closed.
Then I started the hunt for a bus that would take me to the Egyptian museum. The drivers who drove the downtown shuttle had no clue. It toom me half an hour to figure out that I could probably call the number on the bus stop and inquire. FYI bus # 81 takes you to the corner of Naglee and Park Avenue where the museum is and it takes about half an hour if you are standing on the intersection of Almaden Ave. and San something street.
It was already 4:15 and I was starving. So, I decided to look for some place to eat. On the way, I saw the Guadalupe River Park and decided to go there even though my body was dead from walking in the sun. Once there, I realized that it demanded a lot more time than I had. So once again I kept on asking random strangers if they knoew of any food joints nearby. No one did.
After another 20 minutes or so, McDonald's came around the corner to save the day. So I finished my lunch and saved the cookies to munch on along the way because I was terrified.
I finally caught the train back to Mountain View before daybreak because once there, I had to walk a considerable amount of distance to catch the bus back home and I didn't want to do that in the night.
I had a 100 epiphanies and learned a 1000 lessons:
- Get a map! I thought I'd be able to find a gas station and a map from there; obviously that wasn't what happened.
- PLAN the "adventure". It sounds really cool and fun to be spontaneous and go with energy but it completely fails.
- Get a companion! So that if you give yourself false encouragements, he/she can knock the facts at your face before it's too late. Also, their brain can work when yours is scared and panicked and hungry.
- Take a cycle? perhaps?
- It would also be better to be in touch with someone who knows their way around the city.
Anyway, it was quite ironic that every who tried to dissuade me from doing such a thing in the first place had to listen to my rants of how I am almost 19, have a brain and common sense, and can talk in English!
None of that actually worked. So I hope, fellow travellers, that you see the moral of the story.
Although, I'd like to add that I was glad I did something that took me straight out of my comfort zone and forced me to put myself into situation that challenged my abilities. Also, I got to do such an incredibly stupid thing at the age of 18 and not at 48...
Monday, May 19, 2008
Stalked in San Francisco
Saturday, May 17, 2008
MV Arts and Wine Festival
I want to publish this post as a tribute to the awesome "artsy/musical" skills of my friends back in Columbia-Rachels A C K, Amy, and Walid- just because all the time I was there, i couldn't help but think how much they would have enjoyed it!
So it started with food stalls and the smell of steak was overwhelming me. I was about to throw up and ran a bit only to find some girls doing the Hula dance at the "Win a Free Trip to the Polynesian Islands" stall. And then as we moved along, every single stall started to catch my attention by fascination.
The Czech photographer was the first one. She clicked amazing pictures in cities around the world and they were just stunning pieces of 3D work...they were mostly taken in Prague, CR and Jaipur, India.
Then there were these shi metal scuptures made a little far south from San Diego in California.
And I could probably go on and on about every single experience of unique art I had today but Ill just let the pictures talk.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Foothill and Mountain View Downtown
Mountain View gives me the impression of Charleston streets (a historically significant city in South Carolina), a coastal area with palm trees and the constant humidity, except for the fact that there are other trees too and it looks better than Charleston!
It's very refreshing to be here (and outside of Columbia). The colorful houses here make the city resemble a city one would find in Latin America or Spain. The city is also surrounded by "Los Altos" hills, which make being outside very pleasant!
Thursday, April 03, 2008
My Secret Pleasure...(Playing Around with handmade Paper)
So while the spring break was going on, I decided to take out my anguish and burden by taking up two more painting projects.
My charcoal painting is my version of Waterhouse's Boreas and my second piece for this style :)
I have been trying to find the time and piece of mind for her dress and face since last summer. I still haven't mustered up the courage to give her life (and features). So maybe, by the end of this weekend, I might have her all done, and ready to be up here.
This other one is a traditional style of painting called "Madhubani" which origins from a town of the same name in the eastern state of Bihar, India. Since the artists are simple people with little or no tools and paints to work with, they usually use natural inks made from leaves, flowers, and pretty much anything they can find. The outlines are made with wooden sticks and the color is filled in with these sticks snipped, shaved, and peeled apart at the end to give it the texture of a paintbrush. Often times though, cotton is used too.
My modern-day substitute?
Black ball point ink pen and markers.
This one has become quite special because my mom(my teacher) has grown quite fond of it; It'll hang wherever she takes it along with her =)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Persepolis

Persepolis is, perhaps, the best story ever told. Marjane Satrapi has a very simple yet enchanting way of taking people through the life of a nine year old girl who grows in revolutionary Iran, (later taken over by fundamental Islamists) and moves to Vienna all vulnerable. It is the story of this enduring girl who struggles between being a true Iranian at heart and fighting the tyranny that now governs the society.
To me, this movie was a great example of the experiences that come along with cultural chages and the perspectives one is exposed, and involuntarily given, while going through such drastic events in their lives.
Even though the writer only portrayed Iran as the "deeper and more complexed culture" as opposed to the modern day view of fundamentalism, fanatacism, and terrorism, clearly, this viewpoint applies to all the people suffering under these generally held misconceptions and prejudices.
And so, I highly recommend watching it to get a real glimpse of the worlds beyond our world.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
BANAA- Building Sudan

Monday, January 28, 2008
Incredible India
And all I can ever find to say is that they HAVE to visit it to know and get a glimpse of it!
Anyhow, here's a short documentary, and one of the best ever, issued by the Tourism ministry.
All I can say is that video is quite just in balancing the act of providing a window to many different sides of this country.
So cheers to Incredible India!
