Often in these signs, however, the city becomes redundant, repeating them for the sake of its own existence. Despinasource-Cities and signs talk about cities that communicate to you, but in codes that are left to be decoded, and that is the beauty of them. But to a visitor from the sea, Despina looks like a camel’s withers and he fantasizes about the luscious oasis, wine, and exotic women. Despina- a coastal city, which while perceived by a traveler upon a camel approaching her from the desert, looks similar to a vessel at the shore, and the traveler imagines all the foreign and exotic goods that he would see. Or it is associated with the deceptiveness of a city that fools her guests into believing that she offers just what they long for. Zora source-In cities and desire- the desire is associated with fertile land, nourishing moats and canals, clear skies, and rare gems and goods the traveler seeks here. But in this desire to be easily remembered, Zora has lost herself to the ordinary. Or the city of Zora, which is easy to memorize, point to point, because of how well-arranged each of its elements is. Like the city of Zaira, where the tangible parts of the city are not what resonates in you while you leave it it’s rather the incidents that have taken place in the city or the agony of the people that seem to haunt the city like a thin fog. And these could be pleasant or sad and suffocating. In cities and memory– memories stick to them like paint to its walls. The cities- tempting, seductive, joyous, deceptive…Polo made them sound like different women indeed, and he segregated them into types. Thanks again, Phil! So much fun to join in.Italo Calvino ©Travelers and storytellers from corners of the world recited their experiences to the great khan but Marco Polo was his favorite for the reason that while all others talked about wars and famines and priceless mines, polo took him through a whole extensive journey of these cities, while they both sat at the doorsteps of the palace, enjoying the evening breeze. Dromana beach weekend toddler birthday party (strong double grandmother presence) teen birthday party In the garden at Camperdown First day of school. ![]() ![]() And a tug on one thread, will summon help from several other threads.Ĭhopping sections off into small interludes was a fun follow up. Our colours harmonise and clash depending on the day and on which other threads are adjacent, but we strengthen each other over all. Though separated by space, and even time, we are woven inextricably. Then I took up a discarded piece of work from an earlier kick-about and began weaving the strands of the family together. Although one of them isn’t with us any more, he is already deeply woven into the fabric of our family. Two teens, myself, Scott, and all four grandparents. I chopped it into strips and collected my family into eight piles. Well, I thought of opting out for this fortnight, but then I remembered the unfinished practice run on paper. (More on that later, but here’s what the unfinished painting in the garage looks like in case you wanted to know.) However when I went to paint the wood panel over the weekend, that painting took off in its own direction and turned into something about grasslands rather than family. I was interested to see how this would look and began a practice run on paper, while I prepared a large wood panel in the garage for painting. ![]() I intended to overlay those colour areas with lines connecting the people, each line representing an interaction. My next idea involved painting some areas of adjacent colour, each area representing a member of my immediate family. But given the shortness of time I have for making art for art’s sake, it felt like a laborious task. The end result would be a deeply personal web of lines in different colours. One of my ideas was a weird and very complex dot-to-dot image that would be different for every person who embarked upon it because the connections between numerals would be created by answering a series of questions about family, friends and neighbours. Ersilia, from Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities. The prompt for Kick-About #13 is an excerpt from Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities.
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