Was like watching visual magic realism. Many shots used reflections upon reflections, weaving an emotional tale that engaged intimately with the two main characters, Djbril and Trini. My favorite part about this film besides the incredible costumes, were each frame allowed your eye to digest into the detail, opening your senses to the story unfolding before you. It all made sense when director, Andrew Dosunmu, explained he came from a photography background. This is a beautifully styled film that displays how essential cinematography serves as a visual script.
Check out more on the film here: http://www.restlesscityfilm.com/#stills
or see it Friday, July 29th at 10pm, Musgrave Centre, at the Durban International Film Festival.
This foto was jacked from The Restless City website. Photo by Jenny Baptiste. Respect.
Meeting Os Gemeos en Atenas in 2005 was a highlight-sharing my writing style with them, checking their sketches and the motivation behind the wall they were commissioned to paint lit my street art passion into a higher gear. The wall they painted is the whole bus station that lines the...in Gazi. It’s images of people riding bicycles in nature, using alternative methods of transportation than diesel-guzzling motors. Like a photo, contrast is important.
I wonder now if there is a bike lane on that road? :)
Now back in South Africa:
Fear is a prison. Fear is in the woman dressed in pink. She says, “Excuse me, do you have permission to paint on this wall?”
“Yes, we do”
“No, you don’t!”
“Yes, we do.”
“I’m going to call the police and . . . . Blah blah blah.” Fear is a prison, dear sister in pink. And thank you for wearing pink but your threats we do not fear. I may rather ask for what is threatening you? Has anyone but yourself ever solved what it threatening you? I assure you, police are just people like you and me, and so what is there to fear? Police, more art, silence, thought, there is nothing to fear. Don’t make up threats unless do you believe you are not free? Oh so that is why you chose the prison and threaten others to join you? No thank, we do our best to stand free, come join us, you’ll like it.
“We’ve tried to uplift this area . . .” she later explained to a listening ear.
And so what is upliftment?
To threaten your community members is not uplifting.
Use your anger to change something in yourself.
As we express ourselves freely, we uplift ourselves freely. And if we live in this community, that we can be brave and fearless in, we are uplifted because we are not threatened or threaten ourselves because we live in fear. Just like you dress in pink, you are expressing materially on your body canvas-go head! I’ll lend you my pink sweater next time I see you in the neighborhood.
And if we live in this world, that free expressive vibration roots into each step-changing our geographical minds. And with each step, another one is taken and shared by another free individual that crosses our path, unthreatened. And there, two souls, moving freely, uplifted by their own choices, their inspirations and individual motivations, transform, positively, the world we live in. Upliftment!
So thank you for painting the wall red. The contrast is beautiful-uplifting-and for the next individual to say yes to the canvas, to spread their free public uplifting expression.
I am going to Greece soon. I've just finished my olives I picked in the Constantia valley. Here is a picture of my YiaYia Chrissy when my brother George was just a single digit. I want to say this is circe 1977. The home she was born in is one of my favorite places on Earth. I'm so happy to be able to sleep within those walls. The very same space she was born into.
I love these little berries of sour goodness. Zereshk as I grew up knowing them always found themselves in Giti's blissful rice. Was so happy when I was tagged in this photo. I may need to plant my own Beriberis.
This picture is from my seastar's album when she visited home in July. I want to go to Iran and smell and taste all the wonder she captured in her pictures. She says I would love it, and I know I would. I am sure I have been there before in some other lifetime. Now's the time to retap into my Farsi-speaking skills.