Final Passage

I came to Dorothea when I was eighteen years old. Before coming to Dorothea, I used to stay with my family in Zaire. My family consists of my mother who is a housewife and would at times help my father in the farm, my father who is farmer and my brother who shifted to Dorothea two years back. I came here in my youth to fulfill my desires, in order to earn a living and support my family. My brother with whom I stay, in Dorothea, is a well known priest. When I came here, the first thing that caught my attention was the people and the clothes that they were wearing. Men usually wore plaid shirts with straight pants and the women wore long skirts with plain coloured blouse. Most of them spoke in their native language as well as English which was a universal language. They did not dress up too fashionably. They are very helpful as they helped me in locating the address that was given to me by my brother. There was a wedding that took place and my brother, being a priest was called for it. He gave me the address and had asked me to come there directly as soon as I got down of the station to witness a Dorothea type of a wedding. The mornings were usually hot and the evenings were a little chilly because of the desert. The architecture of the city cannot be compared to Zaire, which was a rural area. The buildings are so well maintained. The towers, the gates and the drawbridges act as if they are guarding the nine quarters with three hundred houses. The houses were usually one or two storied.  I reached the place where the wedding was taking place. I met my brother after a long time. There was so much joy which could not be expressed in words. He introduced me to everyone. They were all very kind and polite. The bride was getting married to a young man of another quarter. This was a custom that was followed by everyone in which the girl had to get married to  men of other quarters. This helped them to grow as a city. The families were quite rich and it was more like a barter system that took place. They gave their daughters in the name of marriage and received expensive goods that the families possessed. I came to the city with a desire to earn and support my family. Before coming to the city , the only routes that were familiar to me were the desert and the caravan routes. But it took me years to  realize that the decision that I had made which was to stay ,was not the right one. I found myself yearning for the desert and the caravan routes. I have been longing to travel across to unknown places , to feel the sand and the warm sun.This was only one of the many paths that Dorothea offered me and others are yet to discover.

Photographic Essay

My college had organized a portrait session for two weeks. Everyday a new model would come for the session . All of them were very interactive and would wait back after the session and guide us on our sketches except for one. She would come for the session and as soon as the session would get over, she would leave. She was a beautiful model with coloured eyes, long legs, thin fingers and a perfect figure. I became quite curious as she was not like other models. She always remained quiet . She came twice for the session . On the last day, I decided that I would speak to her . After the session , I quickly packed my bag so that I could speak to her. But before I could speak to her, she left. I was a little disappointed. But then I got over with it thinking that it was not in my luck. The other day I went to the  college library to fetch a book on still life and portraits in olden days. I was surprised when I saw a picture of the same model in that book which was over a century old. I could not believe my eyes. I issued the book so that I could show it to my professor. I went to show it to him. But he did not believe me.  I tried searching for her in the college records. All the models that came for the session, their details were mentioned in the register. She was the only one whose details were not mentioned. There was no sign of her. It is still a mystery as to who she was and where did she come from.

 

Curatorial Note.

The tunnel box, explains my story of cities and signs 1. This city is all about signs and symbols. The elements of this chapter shows how deceptive the city is. Every element in the city have two meanings, the actual and the metaphorical. Through my tunnel box I have tried to explain what few elements metaphorically mean. forgetting the actual story of the cities and signs, I have written my new story and explained the story through a visual with the help of a tunnel box. For example, Medusa is an element in my story, we all know how dangerous she is, but not thinking about her bad and monstrous part, have written how good she turned out to be after the final result.

Semiotics

Signifier

Signified

Sign

over the void

unoccupied space

A feeling of isolation

cling to the hempen strands

hang on to

Fear of letting go

clouds glide past

passage of time

Life goes on.

chasm’s bed

emptiness

loneliness

passage and as support

interconnection of web

Gives a feeling of oneness and

uncertain

unstable

A temporary feeling.

Curatorial Note

 

The project revolves around understanding the uniqueness of a place and its characters. Deconstruction of the passage and understanding semiotics played an important role in comprehension of an idea. This thereby allowed us to look at each of the features more closely and interpret them visually and in writing.
The monuments in a place creates another layer of interpretation and the influence it has on the people and the environment.
Octavia- Thin cities in Invisible cities by Italo Calvino speaks about the spider web city and the lifestyle within this environment. The silken threads of the web relates to the thoughts that often entrap us from moving ahead. My narrative relates to breaking free from these thoughts which is visually seen through the tunnel book.

Fedora- Curatorial Note

Week 7: 7/3/16

Curatorial Note

Invisible Cities, the book by Italo Calvino, describes different cities through a common perspective. In the entire book, the cities either visually or metaphorically represent different traits. Such traits, habits or concepts that are depicted through different elements in the cities. These scenarios in each of the cities in the book eventually lead into portraying a single city. Similarly, while leading a certain kind of life, it is inevitable to experience and go through different circumstances but eventually life and the person remain as it is.

Fedora, one of the cities from the book, can be understood through various lenses. The globes can be assigned different meanings. They maybe memories, hopes or dreams. The changes in the cities might depict different circumstances. To each person the story induces a different feeling and hence a different perspective.

To think of the globes as memories, or a collective memory, each and every small aspect of the city which might not exist the very next moment starts holding an important value. The cities in the little globes, portray what one once desired and how it was visually.

The city which the inhabitants desired were spaces, as the time passes by the city grows and so do the desires, there is a change observed not only in the dimensions of the city but also the how the time has shaped different desires. The only certainty about Fedora is the fact that it exists. On the map of Fedora, there is a space that is occupied by Fedora. This space is made up of not only the actual city but also the imagined and desired forms of the city.

When the city is viewed through visuals only, we understand the different elements mentioned in the passage hold a meaning which can be related metaphorically. To understand the city through signs, simple elements are taken into account and studied deeply. In Fedora, different aspects of the city like the elephants, or the minarets depict how the city have surroundings that differ every now and then.

Finally what Fedora portrays and means differs from person to person. To me, Fedora is a an experience. We all have some sort of desire of how we want things to take place and how they should proceed according to our wishes, but it never really works that way. We repeatedly think of these situations and hence they are etched into our minds. Even if we were to visit Fedora, we would have at least one memory or desire that we would remember amongst all the changing phases of the city. That one desire, so vivid, that would soon be the only memory we hold of Fedora. This memory or desire, to its inhabitants are the globes. In the mayhem caused by the repeated changes in the city, the inhabitants have one place to go to, where their minds can be at peace and their desires can be revisited till some extent. Hence, these globes in Fedora hold a lot of importance, rather than just keeping a record of desires and memories.

Semiotics cut out

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This cut out from the semiotics show all the cities, high-rises,  memories,streets,people,armies depicting a firing,swirling stairs being sucked into that one sponge (the sponge being the brain of the thinker) to untie everything to become one.