Aquarela do Brasil

Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June We stood beneath an amber moon And softly murmured "Someday soon" We kissed and clung together Then, tomorrow was another day The morning found me miles away With still a million things to say Now, when twilight dims the sky above Recalling thrills of our love There's one thing I'm certain of Return I will to old Brazil

- Ary Barroso / Bob Russell

#424

I shall have my music for nothing.

Rhinoceros

A doodle I made during one of my french drama classes. 

An interpretation of Eugene Ionesco's Rhinoceros.

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The 27th State

I picked up twenty seven books from several used book stores about two weeks ago. It is an elective collection which includes a variety of genres ranging from pulp to trashy to historical and a few critical studies. There is also among them a little french novella titled 'Les petits enfants du siecle' by Christine Rochefort. I don't know why I even bought it; I can't even read french. Maybe it's because I liked the vertical notes and phrase translations done with pencil and black ball point pen by the previous owner of the book that I found while filliping through the book at the store. Perhaps that was the clincher. Old markings are always outrageously romantic. At least for me they are.

Well, here they are - my new children. It looks like an interesting year for me ahead.

Wish you all a great summer.

Cheers
Benzy

Mother. Pups.

Broken Reflections

La vraie vie est absente.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Exhibition: Red, Green, Black & White

A group of young artists got together and organized a two day open exhibition just outside the college cafeteria about two weeks ago. The displayed art works ranged from interesting to impressive, some were simply loud and beautiful. Here are some photographs that I took on the second day of the exhibition.

While In Jaipur : The Pink City (Part VII - Amber Fort)

Monkey business - Outside Amber Fort with a view of the ruins in the background. 

Amber Fort (front gate)

The main plaza.

The east section of the fort facing west. Reflection of sunset. 

Carving delicate lines.

Outside of Ganesh Pol.

Seesh Mahal of the Mirror Palace.

The Amber Fort dome.

Windows looking out to the mountains. 

Inside looking out.

Maota Lake as viewed from Amber Fort.

One of the many charming rooms.

Amber Fort as viewed from the foot of the hill. 

A Shot of Solitude

"... he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love,
because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her."

— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Maison de Van Gogh : A Sketch

The small cafe in North West of Paris where Vincent van Gogh spent his last final months.

Sister Death, You Dance Well.

I waltzed with death for the third time last month. A third encounter seems too much for a single lifetime but the fact that I am here today proves something. I know how she moves, but oh she's a tricky one. 

I have been reading an unhealthy dose of poetry lately; just anything to keep my mind off sickness. I took up my pencil after a long, long time and made a few sketches. Sometimes drawing is the only thing that prevents me from going mad. 

This is my humble tribute to the master artist Vincent van Gogh.

"I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, 

and I will go on with my drawing."

— Vincent Van Gogh

Miss Font*

And here I sit

Slowly codified into pieces.

I see you

And my tongue goes epileptic.

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* with apology to Mr. Roberto Bolano

Sunday Morning

This is a favorite among favorites. Completed about three years ago.

I Beseech You

Venus In Furs

"I have always wanted to know a real dreamer some time - for the sake

of the change - and you seem one of the maddest of the tribe."

— Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch, Venus In Furs

The Roaring Twenties To The Fabulous Fifities

I got a bunch of posters printed out about a week ago. All that remains to be done now is to frame them and hang them. I'm turning my living room into cinema Zen space.