Lao Girl Bubble
|Leica Fotographie International (LFI) selected one of my images for their KIDS gallery.
Thanks to them and here she is. Happy, strong and brave. It's good to be alive.
Leica Fotographie International (LFI) selected one of my images for their KIDS gallery.
Thanks to them and here she is. Happy, strong and brave. It's good to be alive.
Leica has released its first ad campaign in 10 years.
Our world deserves witnesses.
Enjoy.
Burma
How slow can you go?
Walk at the speed of a camel.
Design charcoal elements of crisp fire
infants scream at talking head women
driving young ones crazy
in out in out
their tongues bang like pistons
on a desultory 125cc engine propelled by virgins
returning home with their unblemished shy dignity intact.
One woman fans skewered buffalo meat to a crisp.
A Lao grandmother cradles an infant. She has diabetes Type II.
Shuddering wedding photos are frozen on a wall. It never turns out like people imagine.
They breed work and get slaughtered.
They trade hands and hearts.
She skewers another hypnotic form of laughter to preserve her ugh ugh conversation.
Fat lost European tourists waddle past.
With an accusatory tone men get smashed on weak beer.
A mechanic hammers one sharp line of description vs mundane observation.
Exile spills midnight blue Mont Blanc ink next to attention deficit disordered humans dancing 10 seconds down dirty.
Write short, fast, deadly.
Ikat silk designs drape well.
Non-listeners living abject cause and effect seek meaning with suffering and loss, accepting no responsibility.
Someone else controls their existence.
Milling Around, a fine art, embraces kindness and compassion.
Mandalay, Burma
I am your masseuse. I’ve lived in this Bursa hammam since 1555.
In a large domed room sunrays shafting at precarious precious angles slant along humid walls glancing off mosaic tiles singing blue, green, yellow reflections. The dome has a perfect eight-starred symmetrical hat surrounded by sixteen stars in a geometric pattern. At night stars sing their light. They give me a pleasant headache.
This is where I live and work. I raised my family here. I will die here. This is my fate in a water world where tea and conversations meet in companionship, community and conspiracy.
After the hammam and noon prayers men went to a teahouse. They whispered stories, gossip, myth, legends, fairy tales, innuendo, lies, half-truths and fabulous fictions as small silver spoons danced in glass.
Someone else writes this with a Mont Blanc Meisterstuck 149 fountain pen. He drinks thick black Turkish coffee. A silver embossed glass of water waits for fingers to leave condensation on its surface. He turned to a stranger, “Coffee should be black as hell, strong as death and sweet as love.”
“If you finish the water it means the coffee’s no good,” said a stranger.
Lucky distributed providence to oral storytellers engaging tongues, dialects, foolscap, and fading footsteps behind shadows playing cards and slurping tea. Eyelids were heavy deep visual reminders studying down all the daze.
Such a grand and glorious saga, sang Zeynep, a heroine in a vignette.
I am a short story. You are a novel.
By day I am a gravedigger, said Lucky, and a literary prostitute after dark.
We bury our successes and failures in the same grave.
On your grave are two dates separated by a dash. What’s important is what you do during the dash. Is life a dash or marathon?
Go with your flow. Flow your glow.
Zeynep the heroine
November spills blue industrial ink
Next to attention deficit disorder
All of 10 seconds down dances dirty.
Write short, fast, deadly.
Ikat designs on silk drape well.
Non listeners living their abject cause and effect seek meaning with suffering and loss, accepting no responsibility.
Milling Around, a fine art, embraces kindness and compassion.
The final conversation of a Cambodian is, Goodbye, good luck to you and your family.
The end.
Learning how to pay attention at a private elementary school in Vientiane. Love.
Listening. Heart-mind wisdom.
Wisdom mind of intent, not the emotion mind of fire & water.
Flame your life.
The joy of sharing, motivating human potential. BE specific.
All the letting go with pure heart-mind wisdom.
Balance b/t compassion and wisdom.
Sentimental vs cold heart.
Sharing laughter, visions, stories, ideas, dreams, instinct and imagination.