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Ideas brewing

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Working in the scorching heat in my studio in Santiniketan now, which is different from my super studio a la mode @ Loudon St. Calcutta.Comparing spaces in terms of where I was last, before this in Geneva, my studio space wasn’t too dynamic or exciting. Atleast here I have so much inspiration from the people around me, my peers so talented, motivated, I am feeling like I have so much to learn from. This is an effective way of learning at SVAAD, like in an artist’s residency. I have been working on one of the most complicated series I have handled so far. I love them and that’s most important. 

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Peace mode 365

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World Peace by Sreyashi Ghosh

When the world is disraught with war

We can only hope for peace

When the killings and rage roar

With love with can heal

When at the hour of death

We can sing the praise of life

Peace, Peace, Peace

Lets put an end to war

Lets practice the art of PEACE

This is to start the World Peace Project. This is a Pen and Ink Line Drawing on Paper.

This is an international  peace project starting in September 2011 and by the end of this year i.e after the 365 day cycle there will be an exhibition to mark the end of a 365 day movement promoting peace for global development through art. A group of international artists,poets,writers,photographers,film makers,musicians, theater personalities,dancers and other creative minds will join in this PEACE 365 to promote world peace. Their individual works will be part of a montage for PEACE 365 showcasing different interpretations of PEACE by different creative individuals and personalities. Those striving for a peaceful world to build a human rights culture and celebrate love and peace are welcome to PEACE mode 365.

PEACE mode 365 has collaborated with EOTO World( an NGO in the USA):http://www.eotoworld.com/p/global-projects.html and Earth link International ( US based organization working on the UN Earth Charter).

THE UNESCO family will soon collaborate with PEACE 365 on its forthcoming projects.

By September 2012, I will have designed many drawings,sculptures,poems,stories celebrating a culture of world peace. Look forward to creative agents of change contributing to the  blog, the different ways in which peace can be written and recognized.Interpretation of peace in any language through any art forms and what peace means to you?

Other artists,writers,poets,musicians,singers,human rights activists are welcome to link up and celebrate PEACE.

I am a human being, I am a woman: Sreyashi Ghosh

This is the PEACE mode 365 LOGO

peace mode 365 CAMPAIGN was launched on the 7th June @ Words and Colours exhibition in Geneva, Switzerland.

THE PEACE mode 365 campaign materials handpainted and designed by Sreyashi Ghosh are available for purchase:

the proceeds from this will go towards the  international campaign.

PEACE mode 365: to make PEACE accessible,approachable, understandable.

Currently, I am working on my PEN and INK series and writing peace in several languages starting my PEACE  mode 365 project:

PEACE NOW @ La Galerie des Grottes: http://www.associationlagalerie.org/?cat=4

The PEACE MODE 365 blog will be launched @ La Galerie des Grottes, 21st September, Wednesday, 20h00 onwards to mark the beginning of the cycle of 365 days: http://peacemode365.wordpress.com/

Also, as part of the PEACE NOW initiative, French Caribbean linguist Ismael Flessel has translated some of my poems from My Soul on a Platter into French.

A Cynic’s Diary

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A Cynic's Diary

Strangers as they met

I came back home to feel that I had once again lost something forever
That I was never to see him again, never
Then again I feel, what did I lose, it was mine never
So, now I have to walk on, on that empty road
Which was once filled with companionship?
Now I tell myself, those days are now gone
I console myself and hold back those tears
I fight them hard, but I know I am scarred
I hope there is someone in the future to allay my fears
Truth of life, I have to accept: “nothing lasts”
And many memories sealed I have now kept
So, here I look on, look ahead,
Till I meet him again, once again
Never to meet him, but to be now estranged forever

Cant’t think without you

It was the first time that I felt scared
I wish never to see this again, that is the only thing then I dared
It was the first time I saw you weak
And my future never before did seem so bleak
I was unable to speak.
Seeing at your worst,being so meek.
I could not think at all.

How can I ever see you fall.
I can never see you in pain
For then my life becomes in vain.

A testimonial by Prof. P. Lal when Writers Work,  published “A Cynic’s Diary” in 2004:

words of encouragement by Prof. P. Lal

The musical side of Words and Colours

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PEACE 365 campaign launched with William Pitt (American musician/songwriter) @ Words and Colours exposition, Geneva, Switzerland:

Sreyashi’s poems from “My Soul on a Platter” set to music by William and Indian fusion music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXGY0QJMGLI: poems “Dreams” set to music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTKl44ktQFw: poems “Under a Spell”  set to music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEkvofTk8IA&feature=related : ‘ekla cholo re’ : my favourite Tagore song, my mantra.

Ismael Flessel translates ‘Strangers as they met” into Spanish: fin d’exposition, Geneva, Switzerland:

 

Desconocidos como se conocieron

 

No es fácil caminar como desconocidos entre una muchedumbre conocida.

Era de tarde, estaban solas las calles e iba yo tan solita.

Encontrarse con alguien, que una vez fue compañero y que ya no lo será.

Los labios estaban cerrados, con todo mi cuerpo avanzaba.

Los pies querían por cierto caminar pero el corazón se iba arrastrando.

Había olvidado que era el fin del día,

Y ya no había nada que decir.

Tantos recuerdos centellearon ahí,

Con todo no solté ni un suspiro.

El cielo parecía bajo

La carretera parecía angosta y larga

El cuerpo y la mente no iban mano a mano

El calor se había ido

Así [que] nos cruzamos como hacen los desconocidos.

Ninguna lágrima, ni una señal en la cara,

Ni se expreso un recuerdo que habíamos estado alguna vez en aquel sitio.

Corrió lejos de mí,

Fue dejada ahí y sentí que [ya] no lo iba a ver.

Volví a casa y sentí que otra vez había perdido algo, para siempre,

Pues otra vez siento, que lo que perdí, nunca fue mío.

Así ahora tengo que seguir caminando,

En este camino vacío

Que una vez había sido lleno de compañía.

Ahora me digo que, existieron aquellos días, que ahora se han ido.

La verdad de la vida que me es revelado es, que nada dura.

Pues aquí estoy mirando, mirando adelante,

Hasta que conozca otra vez, una vez más,

Nunca para conocer, sino ahora quedar desconocida para siempre.-

  translated by Caribbean linguist Ismael Flessel.

The video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdQS8Bcmra4

Sreyashi Ghosh’s original poem from “A Cynic’s Diary”:

Strangers as they met

To walk as strangers amongst a known crowd isn’t easy.

It was evening,lonesome were the streets and so was I.

To see someone, who was once a friend and will be no more.

Lips were sealed,yet my body moved ahead.

Feet did want to walk but heart crept away.

Had I forgotten that it was the end of the day,

And there was nothing more to say.

So many memories flashed by.

Yet, I did not drop a single sigh.

The sky seemed low,

The road seemed narrow and long,

Body and mind did’nt go hand in hand,

The warmth has gone,

So we walked past each other as strangers do.

Not a sorrowful tear drop, nor a cinch on the face,

Not a memory flew that sometime we were together at that place.

Ran away from me,

I was left there to feel that I was him never to see.

I came back home to feel that I had once again lost something forever,

Then again I feel, what did I lost, it was mine never.

So now I have to walk on,

On that empty road,

Which once was filled with companionship.

Now I tell myself, those  were the days, that are now gone.

Truth of life I am now revealed to, that nothing lasts.

So here I look on, look ahead,

Till I meet again, once again,

Never to meet, but to be now forever estranged.