A November day in 2014 —a time in the light of another life

I have been thinking about time and found this picture in time passed. This was taken in a place called Baray, at a remote province in an ancient kingdom. It was an ordinary sunny day for a transient traveler. I did not know then I was to return and extend my stay because there was a long story to be written.

I chose this picture at random. When I look closer now I notice the immaculate hand carving on the piece of wood that held up the stairs, commemorating the timeless care and love for art of this people.

Unlike an outsider like me from a relatively developed city, the dust is of no consequence to them. I looked at the superficial cover of dust everywhere. But the artist looked at each piece of solid material (in this case, real wood) underneath the dust cover and decided to make a beauty out of it. I looked at the bicycles and wondered how anyone could bear to ride on them. The proud owners looked at them as valuable assets that enhanced their livelihood. I looked at the lean chicken and wondered they would be of any commercial value. The farmers told me that they didn’t normally eat the chicken as they were considered expensive dishes. They kept the chicken for their eggs and an important day in the future, or for a valued guest from a faraway land…

Yes, I will remember that November day in 2014 —a time in the light of another life, for a long time.

Praise, 2021-02-03

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three women in hats, an art, and a poem on hats

Cambodian girls with hats
foot masseurs in Cambodia

Someone sent me pictures taken in a rural seaside town in Cambodia. What interest me are the variety of hats the women wear. They wear modern western hats instead of the conical shaped hat they normally use to shield them from the sun and rain. The hats in the pictures add character while being functional as in the case of the fruit-vendor.

http://By Henri Matisse – http://www.sfmoma.org/explore/collection/artwork/213, PD-US, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14899126

I decide to include The Woman with a Hat (1905) above as a treat. Can you accept the splashing of paints on the hat? I still cannot figure out the stuff in her hat which seems heavily loaded for her head.

Analysis quoted : “Matisse attacked conventional portraiture with this image of his wife. Amelie’s pose and dress are typical for the day, but Matisse roughly applied brilliant color across her face, hat, dress, and even the background. This shocked his contemporaries when he sent the picture to the 1905 Salon d’Automne. Leo Stein called it, “the nastiest smear of paint I had ever seen,” yet he and Gertrude bought it for the importance they knew it would have to modern painting. “(https://www.theartstory.org/artist-matisse-henri-artworks.htm)

Henri Émile Benoît Matisse (31 December 1869 – 3 November 1954) was a French artist, known for both his use of colour and his fluid and original draughtsmanship. His mastery of the expressive language of colour and drawing, displayed in a body of work spanning over a half-century, won him recognition as a leading figure in modern art. (Wikipedia)

Well, what do you think of Matisse’s hat? I like the variety of shades in blue and green though.

Here is a sentimental old poet about his old hat, the last stanza from My Hat! – Poem by William Henry Ogilvie (21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)  (https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hat/)

Though it wasn’t a hat you would bolt with

Or be anxious to borrow or hire,

It was useful to blindfold a colt with

Or handle a bit of barbed wire.

Though the world may have thought it improper

To wear such old rubbish as that,*

I’d have scorned the best London-made topper

In exchange for my old battered hat. 

*I won’t wear that rubbish on my head. LOL. (This blogger’s remark)

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