“Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me.” Albert Schweitzer.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Uluwatu Waves, Bali
In February 2010 the ‘Traveling Quilt of Dreams’ went to the Uluwatu Temple in Bali. Set on a cliff bank 80 meters above a coral sea, blessed by monkey monks and the sound of crashing waves roaring a deep-echoing heaven. Tubes sung in sea-foam, cupped coiling thunder, a water matrix.
“Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me.” Albert Schweitzer.
“Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me.” Albert Schweitzer.
Friday, January 22, 2010
South Pacific Spirited Islands...
The isolation of islands makes them ripe for fairytales... In storytelling and folklore there are tales of floating islands, disappearing islands, full of frightening and magical creatures. Throughout history and in fiction, islands are seen as places of refuge, to hide and escape to or from, places of happiness and unlimited possibility. In December 2009, the Traveling Quilt of Dreams went island hopping to add to the fairytale! To the powder soft white lotus sand drawings, enchanting crystal-clear turquoise lagoons and sheer cliffs majestically crowned with colonial pine trees in the Isle of Pines (New Caladonia)... to the legendary rocks rising like medieval fortresses and absailing down waterfalls in Vila (Vanuatu)... to the island of rainbow coloured butterfly’s and exotic aromas of frangipani and ylang ylang trees in Lifou (New Caladonia)... to the coconuts, summer rain and bongo drums of Mystery Island (Vanuatu)... the islanders kept singing...
“Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?
Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky
Lookin' at a lily on the lake;
Talk about a bird learnin' how to fly.
Makin' all the music he can make.
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?
If you don't talk happy,
And you never have dream,
Then you'll never have a dream come true!
It's good idea, you like?”
“Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?
Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky
Lookin' at a lily on the lake;
Talk about a bird learnin' how to fly.
Makin' all the music he can make.
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?
If you don't talk happy,
And you never have dream,
Then you'll never have a dream come true!
It's good idea, you like?”
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Trees of Ta Prohm, Siem Riep, Cambodia.
Enormous pale trunks of silk cotton trees soar skywards under a shadowy green canopy, their long spreading skirts trailing the ground and their endless roots coiling more like reptiles than plants... one is plunged into a surreal world in Ta Prohm... a place perfect for a travelling quilt of dreams...
‘The Crazy House’ Dalat, Vietnam.
Next stop... ‘The Crazy (tree) House’ Dalat, Vietnam!
A monument to Hang Viet Nga’s architectural philosophy of dreams, fantasy, folklore and free-form. Crazy House is also her home, still under construction and due to be finished in seven years.
The building is a swirl of ferro concrete shaped like a huge tree with tunnels travelling through the trunks. Inside those trunks are small suites each one designed with a different theme for an animal, plant or insect.
Great sweeps of black and yellow concrete, bizarrely shaped glass openings, beautifully peach-coloured walkways, spider webbed sculptured rooftops... Between this cacophony of free form is a noisy collection of animals - doves, hens, guinea fowl and colourful singing birds - The piece de resistance is a centrally carved animal statue, denoting that room's theme. So you can choose to sleep with an ant or a kangaroo!
The doors are shaped to suit the wall openings, with the weight of the panel synchronised with the shape of a body, just as light fittings and curtain tracks take their position in the twisting spaces as if they grew there. Hang Nga’s intention of eccentrically paralleling nature is abundantly mythical and mesmerising!
“We must connect with nature... the trees, animals, and our innermost dreams” said Hang Nga. Hang Nga is the one with deep mascara, she lives in the ‘memory’ room. She loved the concept of ‘The Traveling Quilt of Dreams’ and so it hung in the main foyer to be shared with the hundreds of people that pass through the Crazy House everyday. The last thing Hang Nga said to me was...
“If we don’t dream... we are dead... so keep dreaming...”
A monument to Hang Viet Nga’s architectural philosophy of dreams, fantasy, folklore and free-form. Crazy House is also her home, still under construction and due to be finished in seven years.
The building is a swirl of ferro concrete shaped like a huge tree with tunnels travelling through the trunks. Inside those trunks are small suites each one designed with a different theme for an animal, plant or insect.
Great sweeps of black and yellow concrete, bizarrely shaped glass openings, beautifully peach-coloured walkways, spider webbed sculptured rooftops... Between this cacophony of free form is a noisy collection of animals - doves, hens, guinea fowl and colourful singing birds - The piece de resistance is a centrally carved animal statue, denoting that room's theme. So you can choose to sleep with an ant or a kangaroo!
The doors are shaped to suit the wall openings, with the weight of the panel synchronised with the shape of a body, just as light fittings and curtain tracks take their position in the twisting spaces as if they grew there. Hang Nga’s intention of eccentrically paralleling nature is abundantly mythical and mesmerising!
“We must connect with nature... the trees, animals, and our innermost dreams” said Hang Nga. Hang Nga is the one with deep mascara, she lives in the ‘memory’ room. She loved the concept of ‘The Traveling Quilt of Dreams’ and so it hung in the main foyer to be shared with the hundreds of people that pass through the Crazy House everyday. The last thing Hang Nga said to me was...
“If we don’t dream... we are dead... so keep dreaming...”
The Tree of Life Mosaic, Luang Prabang, Laos.
The Traveling Quilt of Dreams began is adventure at Wat Xieng Thong, one of the most important temples in the country of Laos. The ‘tree of life’ mosaic of coloured glass on dark red clay, crafted in 1960, at the back of the Wat Xieng Thong is one of the best known images in modern Laos art. The quilt was blessed by a monk in saffron coloured robes with incense, lotus buds and candles that where then set adrift down the Mekong River...
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