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Look out Van Gogh, the paintings of Charles Burchfield upstage New York City’s full harvest moon

As I stepped off the elevator on the third floor of the Whitney Museum, I was immediately greeted with a very large Burchfield watercolor painting of a spring landscape. The first thing I noticed were that the colors were not combinations I would have normally associated with nature in the spring. They were dark and muted. The trees are expressionistic, almost symbolic, like an Asian print. I have to admit, I didn’t get quite "get it" at first, until after I walked into the first room the of the exhibition.

For the first few minutes, I was still overcome with Burchfield’s use of dark colors, in what was supposed to be the beauty of a day in nature, but what was even more striking was the contrast of his expressions of light. Each painting seemed to have a unique portrayal of the sun and the warm, permeating way it lit everything around it. Burchfield had an extreme sensitivity to how light made nature appear and how it made him feel during different seasons, locations, and times of the day or night. It was as though the colors in his paintings moved into a crescendo into a glorious light.

Now my emotions have now evolved into a state similar to what I had over the summer when I saw the exhibit of Monet’s Lilies at the Gagosian Gallery. Monet was an obvious master landscape impressionistic influence, but I am also feeling the sad, but beautiful passionate movement of Van Gogh’s Starry Night in Burchfield’s paint strokes. There is a beautiful gloominess about Burchfield’s work. I could very much feel his perspective in each painting simply from his color choices and the energy of the movement of his brush strokes. The essence of the landscapes and his moods were easily translated. Colors were blended very well, creating unique and wonderful palette combinations. He used abstract, yet recognizable landscape images that succeeded in giving an impressionistic, realistic, and mystical effect all at once.

I was impressed with the way he used his charcoal outlines not only to sketch what was to be under the paint, but to enhance what was already painted. The charcoal outlines were visible and deliberate in many of his paintings. In his watercolor Blue Mountain of Dome, he combined charcoal outlines alongside mounted boards already covered with paint of the continued landscape images. There is a natural connectedness of these charcoal outlines of trees and clouds to its watercolor paint stroked parts. It is a magnificent vivid and equal marriage of light and dark, sketched and painted.

There is a sense of spirituality in Burchfield’s paintings, a continual theme of the light breaking through the darkness. The sun and light possibly represented God and the dark nature represented the sinful nature of man or himself. His journal writings, which were also exhibited alongside his paintings, gave particular insight into his faith and his struggles. His paintings look driven from inspiration, as the light appears to be a representation of his faith.

After seeing the entire exhibit, I am amazed by the excellent skill and use of different paint mediums. Burchfield was in no doubt a master of watercolors, but his use of gouache and oil paints were equivalently efficient. His earlier works were more flat and representational, but still included a sense of American nostalgia. All in all, I believe his paintings are timeless classics, and his interpretive use of light and colors are quite noteworthy. He was a master of recreating light though specific moments, seasons, and scales of emotions. With similarities to Monet and Van Gogh, he has a modern American feel, with all the training and versatility of his predecessors.

 

India a superpower?

 

An under construction bridge collapsed on  Tuesday , and now there are reports that false ceiling in one of the venues has collapsed. Commonwealth Games officials are on record commenting about filthy toilets in athlete’s village and sad condition of unfinished apartments.

Corruption is Indian’s biggest enemy-not Pakistan, China or Nepal or the Maoists. If they can deal with this malaise then only the country will go further.

By the way, India should stop its jealous babbling against China and learn from the Commonwealth Games fiasco. China organized one of the best Olympic Games in the history and India has failed even to provide basic facilities for the Commonwealth Games.  India has failed, it is that simple.

 

Pope is more welcome than a Mufti or a Rabbi?

 

I was scanning the British newspaper headlines and it is pretty clear that majority of people-judging from the newspapers, are not happy to see their government spend tax dollars to welcome a religious leader in a secular country.

A quote by Peter Tatchell – a human rights campaigner makes lot of sense. He says

"We object to the British government honoring him with a state visit — we do not think he deserves it," Human rights campaigner Peter Tatchell, spokesman of the Protest the Pope group, told CNN. "We also object to the fact that this visit has been funded by the taxpayer at the public expense. We do not as a country fund visits by the Grand Mufti of Mecca, or the Chief Rabbi of Jerusalem, so why should the pope’s visit receive privileged…"

 

 Why indeed should the Pope be any more special than Mecca’s Mufti or Jerusalem’s Rabbi? Is it because Britain is a majority Christian nation? If that is the logic-majority religion gets special privilege then the whole idea of freedom of religion and democracy is defeated.

 Religion, I have always believed is a bad influence on democracy and freedom. If Britain and any other nation who considers itself democratic continues to accord special privileges to a religious group then slowly and surely its democratic values and civil freedom will erode.

 

An identity crisis

Ships glide by in a veil of fog. The wind whips the lake into a fury, a white frothing rage, and it crashes into the blue-black rocks again and again, with the repetitive futility of a child’s tantrum. The Ojibwa, the Voyageurs, the robber barons, the Scandinavian socialists, all bore witness to the pounding surf, all came here, all made their home upon these shores. I pick up the threads they laid down. I gather their rice, I trap their furs, I mine their iron and I load their ships. I am those who passed before me, just as they are me. This is my identity.

Identity is chosen, self selected. It is something that we construct around us, a way we rationalize ourselves to the outside world and to our own probing thoughts. It is a shorthand version of the messy essence of who we are on the inside, but it does not define us. The lines our identity draws do not constrain us; we are free to reinvent ourselves as we see fit. Our lives are clay that we have yet to mold: Let us do so with deliberate care.

In our September issue, InTheFray features an essay by Saransh Sehgal titled Dreaming Lhasa that looks at how Tibetan refugees build new lives in Dharamsala, India. Jasmine Rain H. also shares 4 poems in Snapshots: seasons frame life and emotion.

As you daily determine who it is you will be and who it is you are, consider allowing the past to be your guide. There is strength in the humanity that has passed before us, and there is wisdom in the elders that remain among us.

I am a writer/editor turned web developer. I've served as both Editor-in-chief and Technical Developer of In The Fray Magazine over the past 5 years. I am gainfully employed, writing, editing and developing on the web for a small private college in Duluth, MN. I enjoy both silence and heavy metal, John Milton and Stephen King, sunrise and sunset. Like all of us, I contain multitudes.

 

Ayan Hirsi Ali: A wasted voice

Ayan Hirsi Ali’s life story reads like a fast paced political thriller.Coming from a conservative Muslim family, Ali suffered gender discrimination and violence of worst kind-female genital mutilation. But she managed to stay strong and turned her life around.

 Quite a positive story. But unfurtunately, her powerful voice is going wasted. She is siding up with the neocons and has turned into a professional anti-Islam(not anti-radical Islam or anti-fundamentalist) talking head.

Her life story and its positive energy can be a powerful message against the radical and fundamentalists who abuse their faith and their fellow beings. Instead Ayan Hirsi Ali is now a neocon, anti-Islam, pro-war talking head.

What a tragedy!

 

 

 

Apocalypse now! Beck-Palin 2012

Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin  are the true peddlers of hate and lies. Beck accused President Obama of hating white culture and white people, while he was socking racial and religious fear among people.

Beck’s Islamophobia is out of control. He made it pretty clear that only Christians are real Americans and that a non Christian should not be allowed to be president. That is why he keeps on raising doubts about President Obama’s faith and background.

 Glenn Beck exploits people’s fear and reservations to gain political mileage. He is a hate monger.

And now, to make it worse, the Beck circus has found a new clown. The airhead from Alaska-Sarah Palin.

Palin’s depth and understanding of world issues is well documented. She is shallow and hollow enough to believe that "I can see Russia from my house" qualifies her to be a President. Now she is also into the Islamophobia brigade, furthering the radical Evangelical view of a Christian America.

If Beck-Palin 2012 becomes a reality, I guess entire towns and cities will migrate up to Canada to escape and wait for the apocalypse to play out.

 

Offbeat Brides

Let me begin by explaining that I don’t like weddings. Whatever gene most women carry for white dresses and flowers and big rings, I don’t have it. I’ve been to too many weddings, I’ve been bored by talk of tiaras and disgusted by both the chicken and the beef, and I see the billion dollar wedding industry as a scam.
That said, I will now count the ways in which Offbeatbride.com kicks ass.

I discovered it as a link on i09 (Gawker’s sci-fi web cousin) about a geeky wedding. The featured bride and groom had Star Wars cake toppers and had their guests chant "so say we all" during the museum reception, overlooked by a real dinosaur skeleton. I instantly thought of my future hubby (yes, I have found my life-mate. And no, I still don’t want a big wedding. And as long as KFC potato wedges are served, he’s fine with that). Offbeat Bride (OBB) was the source site, and a bottomless blog of original, non-traditional, just-a-party-yet-a-blast wedding profiles.

Ariel Meadow Stallings is the original OBB. While planning her own wedding years ago, she chafed at the ideas and offerings for the holy wedding trinity: "timeless," "elegant," "unforgettable." Her first book (and eventually, the blog) Offbeat Bride: Taffeta-Free Alternatives for Independent Brides was born out of her own wedding plans. She quickly gained a following by espousing lifelong commitment, gay marriage, organic rings sans-blood diamonds, no stress parties, on a budget. The OBBs who create profiles and share their stories and photos do not take out loans for a 12-hour get together. They do not cave in to their family’s wishes or insist that their bridesmaids wear the same unflattering dress.

Themes are the most popular types of weddings on OBB. Roaring 20s, renaissance, rockabilly, goth, ethnic fusion, gamer, geek, sci-fi, eco-friendly – it’s all there. An interracial couple got married on Loving Day, the anniversary of the Supreme Court’s 1967 ruling (see Loving vs. Virginia) that interracial marriage was legal. Another couple was the first to get married at the Jim Henson Co. lot with a muppet-themed wedding. They even had their own custom muppets made. (As someone who recently made a pilgrimage to see the touring muppet display, and begged to be allowed to take just one picture of the original Rolf, this just tickles me Mahna Mahna-pink!)

What impresses me most are the no-nonsense, independent attitudes of the blog contributors. Invitations that urge support of gay marriage (and the many gay-wedding profiles). Articles about dresses for wheelchair-bound brides (hey, wedding establishment – they exist!). A bride and groom married in a small, inexpensive library ceremony whose "family…just didn’t understand why we weren’t doing this huge, 200 guest shindig… We had to politely explain, again and again and AGAIN (people just didn’t get it) that this was OUR DAY."

My personal favorite is from Gael Girl. Not just because her wedding cost under $100, that they walked each other down "aisle" (path in the woods) in Irish tradition, or that it was in a cave at sunrise. It’s because she explains their desire to be married sooner rather than later because, "I’m disabled and Michael wanted to start taking care of me." That’s love.

I have always been immune to the myth implanted into our cultural psyche that "a diamond is forever." I don’t believe that an expression of love costs $4,470 ("the average spent on an engagement ring.") In fact, I’m confused and repulsed by that standard. We all know by now that a human being in Africa risked his life to dig that carbon-based nugget out of the ground, simply so you could display it on your finger. As you read this, another family’s home was foreclosed… if only they had $4,470 to spare. It lifted my hopes for my gender when I read of one bride’s diamond-less ring, "It cost $99. I love it." I’m going to frame this statement and teach it to my daughters: "when you talk exact carats, you’re getting into the dick-size game." Amen, girlfriend.

At the end of the wedding day, the perfect cake is digested. The perfect flowers will droop and die. You will have seen another elderly relative do the chicken dance. Again. You will go home with one person. That needs to make you happy. Not a song list, or matching jewelry, or a dress you will never wear again. I will let OBB Krista8029 sum it up for me:

I’ve realized that all the tulle, champagne and twinkle lights that were so important last time may make the "perfect" wedding, but it doesn’t make the perfect marriage. As much as I look forward to celebrating with family and friends, the thing I’m looking forward to the most is spending the rest of my life with my favorite person. And that’s what it’s all about. 

 

 

Iraq is not a safe foreign employment destination

Iraq is still a violent, war torn nation, as proven by steady stream of violence and insurgent attacks. United States is ending its combat mission in the country this month(August 2010). This will leave a huge security hole in the country. I am not advocating that US stay in the country indefinitely; but the least Nepali government can do is read the papers and make common sense decision.

After the US troops pull out,the insurgent activity is definately going to go up. In the long run the Iraqis themselves will take care of the situation, but that is not going to happen today, tomorrow or even next year.

 Until then lives of these hard working people should not be treated as spare goods. Nepal should reinstate its ban and keep its people from seeking employment in dangerous Iraq.

 

 

 

President Obama’s dipping poll numbers

 

  • Gulf oil tragedy: President Obama did not handle the oil spill and BP properly. He did give a great speech on the incident, but then the action did not match his words. Okay, I am not saying that he should have been in the Gulf water in a wet suit, but he could have done something closer to that.
  • The economy: How long is he going to blame Bush for the economy? He has to start making progress because blaming Bush and the Republicans isn’t going to work anymore.
  • The mosque controversy: Did he have to inject himself into this vile debate? The right wingers are abusing Ground Zero mosque concerns to spread hate against Muslims, and the President’s speech on the issue just gave them more fuel. He should have kept his mouth shut on this issue.

And now President Obama is going on a 10-day vacation to Martha’s Vineyard. Not the right time to relax. Get back to work, Mr. President!

 

On religious discrimination: The hidden and accepted kind

 

 

I am not saying that Lord Shiva’s devotees are irrational, but there are plenty who use and abuse God and religion. For example, during the month of Shrawan, large numbers of married Nepali women and young girls fast every Monday. Their desire? The married ones pray for their husbands’ long life and the single ones ask the lord for a good husband.

What on Earth? Is God a businessman or an egomaniac who is pleased by you not eating on a certain day and will grant your wishes? And, also, what is it about Hindu women fasting and praying for their husbands’ long life? In no other religion women are forced to beg for their partners’ long life, and yes, the husbands are completely absolved of this duty. It is the female who begs, not the man.

This is religion- and culture-sanctioned discrimination. Very much accepted and prevalent in Nepal and also in India. Drives me nuts.

Some will attack my observation because I am an atheist and supposedly bound to attack anything remotely connected to God or religion. Bonkers! I am criticizing this practice because this is just so ridiculous and stupid. In the 21st century, women are intellectually infantilized and reduced to begging in front of God.

When are we, Nepali women, going to grow up?

 

The question of poverty

Almost1 in 5 children in the United States grows up in poverty. This is in thewealthiest country in the world. A schoolteacher in Nepal once asked me ifthere were poor people in the USA. It was a difficult question to answer. SinceI’d arrived in Kathmandu, and Asia as a whole, I’d seen more people living inmore crushing poverty than I’d ever imagined. The homeless in India are in muchmore dire straits than the homeless in Los Angeles — those in India aremissing multiple limbs, missing eyes, emaciated, desperate, starving to deathin front of my eyes. Yet human suffering is human suffering. Does the Vietnamveteran who freezes to death in an alley on a particularly cold night deserveour sympathy any less than a leper, dying slowly in India?

Inthis month’s issue of InTheFray, we explore poverty. NatalieLefevre shares with usthe piece Europe’s most hated people, which takes a look at Roma living in Europe. Natalie Lefevre alsowrites about her experiences with HIV/AIDS patients in Thailand in Caringfor the rejected. Poet Lynn Strongin explores her poem TheWitnessing.

Soit is a difficult question to answer. Is there poverty in the United States?Well, look around. What do you see?

I am a writer/editor turned web developer. I've served as both Editor-in-chief and Technical Developer of In The Fray Magazine over the past 5 years. I am gainfully employed, writing, editing and developing on the web for a small private college in Duluth, MN. I enjoy both silence and heavy metal, John Milton and Stephen King, sunrise and sunset. Like all of us, I contain multitudes.

 

The truth about wolves

A few weeks ago, my husband and I took a day trip to the Lakota Wolf Preserve in Columbia, New Jersey. The preserve rests on Camp Taylor, just minutes from the Delaware Water Gap and the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. It is owned by Dan and Pam Bacon and Jim Stein. They have three different types of wolves that include the Timber, Tundra, and Arctic wolves. They also have two adorable foxes and three bobcats. Each pack and group of animals has their own fenced-in space that is more generous and humane than any in any zoo. The wolves have plenty of space to run, play with each other, and act like wolves, while still being protected.

As we began the tour, we were given information and facts about the nature of the wolf. Since it is a hot East Coast summer, the wolves had shed their luscious coats, looking a little like skinny coyotes. However, they were a perfect weight and quite larger than a coyote, husky, or a malamute dog. I immediately noticed that they behaved just like dogs, as they were panting and excited to see us (actually, their caretaker/pack leader, Jim, who had treats for them). Jim told us that they feed the wolves roadkill from the area, mostly deer meat.

Jim informed us about his preservation efforts along with interesting insights, such as wolves actually want to stay away from humans, and there only being one incident in the United States of a wolf attacking a man. I asked Jim what his inside knowledge was about the hunting of wolves in Alaska, and he said that the horror stories we hear about aerial hunting of wolves and their baby pups are true and unfortunately quite active today because of their state policies. (Thank you, Sarah Palin.) The reason behind all this hunting of wolves in Alaska is that the wolves are supposedly killing all their caribou (moose, deer, etc.), which are desired for the decadent and profit-making sport of hunting for the state. The irony is that these hunters justify killing all this caribou because of their overpopulation, especially in industrialized areas. So if there is an overpopulation of moose, why not let the natural predator (the wolf) take care of this situation as a natural part of the ecosystem? Contrary to claims that there is an overpopulation of Alaskan wolves, wolves are actually an endangered species in the United States. To reiterate, wolves want to stay away from men, and they are a natural predator of caribou. But, where there is an overpopulation of caribou, there is an abundance of expensive hunting licenses granted, contributing to the state’s economy.

In all honesty, men do not want to stay away from wolves. We have a natural fascination toward them. They have a mystical reputation. How we love the stories of werewolves and vampires. All this has nothing to do with the true nature of the wolf. They are timid, loyal, and intelligent animals. Yes, they are powerful and can be ferocious toward their prey or threat. They are wild. But, when you look in their eyes, you see wisdom, strength, and gentleness all at the same time. As I looked into the eyes of a black wolf, his gaze penetrated into my soul. I had a feeling of healing as I saw his strength and wisdom. I also wanted to pet him, but that, I have to admit, would be dangerous. I am attracted to this bad boy. He is dangerous and unpredictable, yet gentle and sweet. Don’t we all love that?

Our tour ended with a symphony of howls from all four packs of wolves all at the same time. The sound reminded me of a Native American flute. It was peaceful, spiritual, and very soothing. We were told to howl along with them. I felt connected to them. We are connected to each other.