One does not have to look far to find great style and inspiration. It's in the street art anywhere and everywhere. The letters, colors, names, stickers, all being used to convey some message, angst and hate-filled or against hate. It's all around us (and it can be an eyesore at times), a basic freedom of expression, even if it does get painted over. Look around.
How often does one act without thinking, his feet moving forward, trained, and his mind one step behind or entirely closed off? Routine- it's almost like sleepwalking- every day is the same as the day before as one becomes programmed to move in a certain way.
During my morning and evening routines I am able to close off the world entirely. I can walk, get on the subway, get to work, sometimes without a serious thought crossing my mind. The conscious world becomes unconscious as I choose to believe it is not there. Humans are treated as objects, or obstructions in my path during the routine. This is where the part of a routine becomes scary- where it takes away my compassion and awareness of the feelings of others. I become rude, irritated, and even hostile when people are in my way, changing my routine.
And this is where I'd like to tell you that my heart steps in each day and reminds me that every person is important, that each of their stories are important. But I'd be lying.
It takes a real, conscious effort to recognize this, to build and rebuild this compassion day after day. It truly is a struggle to really care. We are not machines, we are not programmed. Just as we feed our bodies with food, we must feed our souls with compassion and awareness of the creatures and the planet around us. How do I do this? Through memory and really thinking about life in another persons shoes.
Though feeling compassion is only the first step. Actions are the next.
So what if it rained today? New York City has seen it fair share of hazardous weather and the city has overcome it. The cancellation of the GoogaMooga festival today really annoyed me. It's just water, really. And guess what? It dries and evaporates once one is back indoors!
Luckily the Fifth Avenue Street Fair still went on, despite the dreariness. There was music and food and all sorts of artwork and antiques. People were out with their umbrellas and plastic ponchos. That's the spirit of Brooklyn that I know and love.
The festivities on Friday in Prospect Park were inherent of the spirit of Brooklyn as well. I had the opportunity to volunteer at the GoogaMooga festival on Friday (see the pictures below). It's a great festival celebrating mostly local food and music. There were young and old mingling in the park eating gourmet hot dogs ($12 a pop), sampling the different kinds of food and enjoying the music. It's really a shame that it was cancelled today. I am sure if it had been based on a vote, the show would still have gone on.
Vase with arabic writing
Repetitive motifs in ceramics were most popular, and still are, in the Islamic art scene. Religious art was decorated with geometric patterns and arabic phrases. These three examples are located in the British Museum in London. Notice the use of the color cobalt blue; it was an expensive pigment to decorate with therefore those who owned/patronized these items were particularly wealthy.
I look to geometric motifs when thinking of different henna designs. It amazes me to know that some of these patterns are designed with such precision.
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