Traces du Sacré

Yesterday we went to see the exhibition "Traces du Sacré", an exploration of the relations between art and spirituality in the 20th Century.

Many beautiful paintings were to be seen. I was moved in particular by paintings from the US psychedelic art movement. There were two major painting by Isaac Abrams : All Things are OneThing and Flying Leap.

(c) Isaac Abrams - All Things are One Thing

(c) Isaac Abrams - Flying Leap

And also by the famous Franz Marc painting :

(c) Franz Marc - Horse in a Landscape (1910)

India : the People

I realize in my little account of my visit to India, I forgot to tell you about the most moving and interesting aspect ; the people. This is because I was often to shy to take pictures of people, and more interested in listening to them.

In his book "Un'idea dell'India", Italian writer Alberto Moravia has said something like : "India is not a beautiful country, as Italy can be for example, or a "typical" country like Japan ; India is a continent whose major interest is the human factor". Well, I agree.

And as I cannot show it to you, here is a link to a wonderful website by professional photographer Claude Renault : http://mesimagesdinde.blogspot.com/

(In case you wonder the picture above is me trapped into giving money to a school in Mamallapuram, a town hit by the Tsunami. The little boy on the right, was bilingual though only 8 or 9, and a natural charmer).

April BJP

"April in Paris"

Due to my little trip in India, I've had to do my March page in April and my April page in May, which I have found a little bit unsettling.

In April I was mostly in Paris. Well, April in Paris is supposed to be special and it is. However coming back from exuberant India, this month I had the impression that my country was washed out. No blunt colours, no strong smells, no noise, no constant sollicitation. In April I felt between two worlds. In April, I slowly managed to unwind and appreciate the subtleties of my home country. In April goes the French saying, "Ne te découvre pas d'un fil" (don't take even a thread off), meaning that the weather is very unstable, and it has been this year. In April, I've had great pain in the solar plexus region as well as various physical discomforts. Oh well, that's life...

The central motif is adapted from a kolam design, traditionnally drawn by South Indian women in front of their houses every morning to bring good luck on the family.

March BJP

"You go there"

Remembering my trip to India.

I edited this post after a few days, however I am putting back the links to the Theyyam ceremony to which the page is partly a reference :

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theyyam
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ygo98X-fUM&feature=related

Innocent Tiger

Innocent Tiger (Jungle Spirit)

I am late on the Bead Journal Project ; I don't have the skills to turn my ideas into reality... Meanwhile I have made a Spirit Doll thinking back on the days I spent in India, especially near Periyar's Wild Tigers reservation. I have tried to render the high vibrations of the jungle together with some stories people have told me, as wild animals stay very clear from tourists :o)

She has two silver tags ; "power" and "wisdom", and a lucky bell. In the fringe there is a clove which is supposed to bring luck, a yellow exotic seed and an amethyst chip supposed to be good for spiritual energy. On her shoulder is a snake with a black tongue. This is a reference to a frightening dream I had in India, and to the Kundalini snake. I took a yoga class in the village next to Periyar, which had amazing effects on me and convinved me to start taking lessons again (well the teacher actually ordered me to do this). The Indian teacher was very kind to me, as I found out last thursday with my "sadistic" Paris teacher lol. Funnily enough in my new course, I met a woman who was in Pondicherry around the same time as I was there.

I am always amazed by the meditative process that takes place when making a Spirit Doll. This one brought back the intense pain I felt on my first days back home. But after a while, she became friendly though a little mischievious (she must be a friend of Coyote).

I will try to take better pictures tomorrow but I was impatient to introduce her to the World. I hope you like her.

Be your note

Thank you all for your kind comments on my Indian posts. As you may have guessed, I am still a little disturbed by my trip, as I have discovered myself from a totally different and unexpected angle. I dream of India every night, and amusing synchronicities keep popping up. For instance yesterday, as I was meditating on the wound-that-opened-again and how to close it, I received this wonderful poem via a newsletter :

God picks up the reed flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don't try to end it.
Be your note.
-- Jalalludin Rumi

I had to smile.

South Indian Temples

Shiva Nataraja temple, Chidambaram, Tamil Nadu

Entering a Hindu temple is quite an experience. From the outside, it is often a very high and colourful building, whith so many sculptures it makes your head spin.

Rameshawaram corridor

As you approach the center of the temple through very large and high corridors, you leave the light of day behind you and immerse yourself more in more into the darkness. It is cool inside, and very peaceful. You might hear mantras or people singing and laughing. It is not permitted to take pictures in the temple so you'll have to use your imagination for most of what follows....

Ganesha, Thanjavur

Shiva, Thanjavur

Everywhere there are amazing sculptures, some of which are smothered in ghee (clarified butter), ash and sacred powders, some of which wear clothes, some of which are adorned with food and flowers. I remember vividly a sculpture of a couple on a pillar in Chidambaram ; the man tall and tenderly protective, the woman smaller and all in sensuous curves, the man had his hand under the woman's chin and somebody had placed a few raisins there. A very moving picture.

Praying in Madurai (c) Claude Renault

Devotees are everywhere, some stay standing, others kneel, a few lie on the floor to show their absolute worship. Some shave their hair and give them away to the temple.

The central shrine is generally not visible to non-Hindus. It is a small dark cave in which a representation of the God is placed (often a lingam and a yoni). Lots of candles are lit. The doors of the shrine are only open a few hours a day. Fire and water always present.

After receiving darshan (benediction), devotees are given a little spicy milk to drink from their cupped right hand. All in all there is a powerful smell of milk and butter that reminds the sweet sour smell of young babys. Therefore it feels a little like being in your mother's womb again.

Theyyam (c) Claude Renault

In some temples in Kerala region there are trance dancing performances known as Theyyatam at certain times of the year.

All in all something very powerful can be felt there. On my first visit to a temple, I simply cried. Later, I understood that at least in India, God certainly exists. You can see it in the shiny eyes of the people .