In these dark rooms where I live out empty days,
I wander round and round
trying to find the windows.
It will be a great relief when a window opens.
But the windows aren’t there to be found –
or at least I can’t find them.
Perhaps the light will prove another tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will expose?
“The Windows” by C P Cavafy, 1903
Poem taken from Collected Poems translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, The Hogarth Press Continue reading “The Windows”
My 21 year old Conscientious Daughter waits at traffic lights and will not cross before the Green Man appears even if there are no cars on the road. I find this very endearing as I will jaywalk in a heartbeat. This behaviour gives her a considerable amount of consternation, especially if I am dragging her along with me. Much like how I feel when my Flamboyant Father pulls me across a traffic-laden Hanoi road because (he assures me) “the cars and bikes will avoid us”. Continue reading “cross at the light”
A nostalgic visit with one of my favourite bridges & art pieces which has since been refreshed. I haven’t run this way in a long while and it was a delightful way to spend 5 minutes (okay, maybe more like 15 minutes) reacquainting myself with this landmark. Continue reading “Five Minutes with an Art Bridge”
Thinking a lot about health: too many Friends & Family seems to be struck with ailments and illnesses. To be in the pink of health is not taken lightly or for granted. I am grateful for each day I wake up well. And for the time I get to spend with those close to me. Continue reading “Relishing the Pink”
The summer has zipped by: holidaying with overseas family, nipping to Ipoh & then Bangkok, and taking care of those household chores screaming for attention (fortunately, Loving Husband took care of most of these). Continue reading “The Changing Seasons: July 2019”
I am not an articulate art enthusiast; I like what I like and often can’t tell you why. I don’t always know or understand the artist’s intent, or the technical aspects of a work, but simply respond on an emotive level. Having said this, I have learnt that discovering some background and context does help frame a piece of work and helps me to unpack it, and ultimately to appreciate it better. Continue reading “Discovering Art Brut at the BACC”
A trip to Bangkok would not be complete without a run in Lumpini Park, or a visit with my favourite Botero-esque tribute to womanhood. Continue reading “fly with the wind without wings”
Photo taken at Durbar at FMS, Ipoh (possibly Malaysia’s oldest bar; reopened after 11 years in disrepair).
This is my contribution to Six Word Saturday & One-Word Sunday: Change, both hosted by Debbie at TravelWithIntent.
We had the recent occasion to visit one of my favourite museums when we popped into Kuala Lumpur on the way home from our Ipoh/Penang family road trip. Continue reading “Museum of Islamic Art Malaysia”