we have "click" moments...the moments when we're sitting up above peering down between these Himalayan mountain tops at ourselves tick tock about, through Thimphu--smiles and courage spilling from us as the sharp crisp sun hits our faces.
it goes like this:
sunday market time-two "chelips" walking about trying to bargain for cheap pillow cases. they spot incredible baskets scattered in front of a woman selling vegetables out of them-baskets full of garlic, onions and chili. after ten minutes of extreme sign language, these two ladies recruit an english speaker to translate, "we would love to purchase those baskets from you". ten minutes later-after smiling their eyes out to explain without words that they weren't crazy for wanting her carting tools-baskets, pillows, blankets, beds, waste baskets, weaving yarn, and pieces of the Bhutanese national dress in tow, the ladies carry their mountain of items, catch a cab, smiles and lady muscles bouncing into the eyes of all the giggling onlookers, home to their apartment. full of satisfaction and excitement.
it's interesting to see the way things bloom in this place. everything is so crazy when you arrive somewhere that's totally foreign to you-it took some time to allow myself to notice that in the madness of adjusting, the place is so very steadily paced. i've only just realized how quickly even i move about in the U.S. its the tick tock syndrome. tick tock go go go. it's certainly necessary, but there should be some balance. the tick tock should be acknowledged and minded, but it shouldn't be driving the car or tractor (i'm in Bhutan).
i guess its easy to forget about what is right in front of you when you're so concerned with what is ahead. in a place like Bhutan, what is right in front of you seems to be otherworldly, but if you let the tick tock go you can get your head around the fact that it is absolutely of this world.
and the great irony is that while time hardly exists in Bhutan (the clock tower hasn't moved, no tick or tock, since it was built) every now and again, i'm realizing my time here is short...and though it feels steady and slow, it's moving quickly. my first of many projects with the students at VAST has begun. we spent our last two saturdays in the company of kites made of Bhutanese newspaper and the stiff straw they use for their brooms. the students drew whatever they chose on their kites. we attempted to fly them in one giant fleet of glimmering messages, and while they all flew for at least 4 seconds, only one climbed its way up up and away. the kites will be used for an installation at the Young ZOOM on garbage exhibition to bring to light the possibilities of recycling materials. the goal of the exhibit is to teach the community about waste management. (recycling, proper disposal practices and general environmental awareness.) when we started making the kites i asked the children what their understanding was of the Bhutanese prayer flags. almost all at once their eyes lit up and they said "they send a message!". so i responded, "let's send yours."
a while back i showed them slides of some of the three dimensional artists i admire. the artists ranged from work made by folks i studied with in el paso (andres payan, aryk gardea, jesse meza, kaletia roberts...) to judy pfaff, andy goldsworthy and cai guo quiang...to name a few. i decided in order to make some sort of map i had to start with the goal of helping them understand that they can use anything to make a piece of art work, and often times, the things you wouldn't normally use to make a work, are the most effective. so when our kite making began, i was thrilled to see them understanding completely that the kites alone were not the work, nor was the drawing they put on them...the art will be the making of them, the flying of them and the use of the kite as a material to transfer a larger idea. we're not sure how we'll install these kites yet...the idea is marinating in the kids' GIANT BOOMING brains. hooray for these bright young people... AWAKE!
along with this first project i'm working on a larger piece, focused on the trash issue in Bhutan... (that one is a surprise!)
in collaboration with VAST, i'm coordinating a workshop with the Youth Development Fund based in Thimphu. there are many young people in Bhutan who fall into limbo- not in school, not able to get back into school, not able to gain employment. this is a piece of the "youth problem" situation...and something that inevitably comes with migration from rural areas to urban, booming growing cities and ...................... development. so the Youth Development Fund (YDF) implements programs to provide young people with alternative opportunities. (vocational training, employment grooming...etc.) there's a media club that is sponsored through YDF and Asha Kama and i have offered our experience to help them understand basic elements of design and aesthetics that might help them use the skills they've learned...most of which are in the area of photography. essentially i'll help them build their understanding of how to visualize things and form an understanding of the connection between the photography training they've recieved and art. hooray!
i'll also start a workshop on jewelry making tomorrow. the goal of that workshop will be to help recovering addicts (in Bhutan, when i use the word "addict" i'm not making reference to the hard hard drug kind...) learn a commercial, sell-able, skill. i'm so very excited.
along with all this i'm hoping i'll fit in some traveling in the coming months. i recently visited Paro, which was actually the city i first saw upon my arrival to the Kingdom of Bhutan. (too bad i was sooooooooo jet lagged and, how might one say, not even connected to my body at that point, i didn't remember any of it.) so every piece of my recent mini trip was like a dream. the drive from here to Paro is beautiful (and from what i understand, not the MOST beautiful in Bhutan! she smiles.) But Paro did something to me...something i couldn't put into words... something i was hoping for.
the vastness of this place is overwhelming. i imagine the flowers that live here grow up from the earth's core and stretch down from (reaching up toward) the tips of silver star life. it's a little bit closer to the sky here...it is the sky here. in Paro i sat atop the city and saw the shapes of man draw patchwork across the valley. softly. one plane cut gracefully and admirably through the clarity of the crisp sky, winding through the slithering space formed by the mountains (the space lives like a graceful chubby snake.) i sat amongst the ghosts of apples, leaves dancing with gold on their edges, clouds dissolving and forming with slow smooth rhythm.
"if you just close your eyes for fifty seconds you can will the clouds away..."
gracing the drive from Thimphu to Paro i saw giant elephants formed from stone. they've formed at the mercy of the Himalayan rain and the touch of some magical hands no one actually has or will ever see (we only see the elephants and...). those elephants stood across the valley like giants...protecting and reminding. that drive, my first drive, exists like a dream. it exists on my finger tips (they reached toward everything) and across my face...my skin is still swimming in the cold wind that breezed by the window i stuck my head out of for the majority of the drive home. ---careful not to fall out...you'll go down down down. oh the cliffs.---
car windows and elephant kings and queens (the oldest of all the elephants)..and some delicate dancing being that's wrapped its tiny fingers around the -clumbsy- lenses in my eyes. (they're human)
things you can't believe exist are created and REMEMBERED in Bhutan...they live in the land and in the air...and in the dangling flying messages that are everywhere...
i couldn't say where the memory was born or what precisely it is born out of. (i wouldn't dare disobey such an overpowering mystery). only something in my somewhere tells me-when that incessant tick tock has gone and my slumbering parts rise out of the metal bed they've been sleeping in, and the lenses of my eyes adjust their search for grace-i know in my soul that that memory is in all humans. that memory made us. that memory gave birth to the infinite truth of goodness and paths and emptiness and space and the volume, pace and presence (or absence) of that tick tock....
it will balance soon enough, and settle into some sort of rhythm. until then i'll sit these silent moments out, gathering fuel...and assembling.
i was asked by a student what the difference was between Bhutanese art and american art. oh i had no idea where to begin! after fumbling a bit and doing my usual word vomit thing, i finally just stopped and said "in Bhutan, you have a reason to make the work, it is for a specific purpose. in the u.s. artists are always searching for the reasons to make the work, the search with the work..." i still don't know how i feel about that mini epiphany. is it better to have a reason or not? is it better to be perpetually searching...searching without knowing what it is your searching for? i think artists do this innately...they are born with a desire to search and find and lose and gain and build and destroy and and and...
i like the search. especially when you don't know what your searching for and have no desire to determine what it is your searching for. i know now, that there is ALWAYS something searching for you. and if you give in to the movement and whirl of "oblivion" (keep your hands off the wheel) you might actually bump into that something...then comes the magic...
i wonder what the artists here would say about that search...i wonder if they too need that search... does the religious nature of the work they make seperate them from the artists who are searching?
(why do i want to know this my brain is twitching from the relentless domino effect of the thought process "la")
that being said, in some ways it would be almost impossible to discuss the differences between art in Bhutan and home. all the madness that has moved and molded and triggered the many faces and souls of american art does not exist in Bhutan. art is for worship here. so to discuss the difference between art in Bhutan and home you would have to have one hell of a break-EVERYTHING-down session and of course, you'd probably end up asking that ridiculous question. (the "what is art" one) and inevitably you'd have to validate one end and invalidate the other...because whether or not you want it to, that always slips in when you try to talk about art. creativity and other-worldliness is one of those mysteries we should not disobey.
sometimes its better not to disobey the overwhelming power of such relationships and questions...sometimes its better to simply let these things exist as they do...and ABSORB EVERYTHING...in its beauty...where ever it may be...
and especially in this place...
as always...there is more to come...
i continue to smile and send my warmest greetings from the Kingdom of Bhutan.