29 January 2010

...réflexion enneigée...


I watch the snowflakes outside; fluttering in space as if they were dancing... there is something remarkably peaceful about snow falling. En regardant ses flocons, si délicat et élégant, j'ai l'impression que pour l'espace d'un instant tout ralentis... je ralentis...mon esprit se libère de mes angoisses, préoccupations et doutes...j'observe...j'écoute...je me perds dans ce silence et ses flocons dansant...

However, for a brief instant one question does cross my mind... i can't help but wonder whether when it snows a lot, does that lead to less crime and break-ins...?

25 January 2010

...a touch of colour...

Nothing like a touch of colour in what could have possibly felt like another bleak day...but with a bright blue sky as a backdrop, these random bursts of colour brighten the picture, brighten the day... Funny how such a small detail can lift your mood!


22 January 2010

||the roots of graffiti||

Before one can begin to scrutinise the graffiti world and determine its significance, it is important to establish the founding environment and context from which graffiti emerged. Some have argued that graffiti, if seen as wall-writing, has then been around “since earliest civilisations” in reference to cave paintings dating back to prehistoric times. Over the decades, historians and archaeologists have found pictures of deer, horses and bison tumbling across cave walls, depicting certain hunting rituals. These are marks made by hunters living in the caves in a prehistoric past. The pictorial images then, or the graffiti, which we find on the walls of our contemporary society are merely more stylized and colourful personal marks. However, the graffiti focused on here is particular to inner-city graffiti, which originally grew out of “the black neighborhood culture of New York City”, Philadelphia and Detroit in early and mid 1970s*.

During the late 1960s and early 1970s, the repercussions of America’s economic crisis in the 1930s were still strongly felt, particularly in places on the outskirts of the large cities such as New York, where many lived in poverty. Many living in these ghettos struggled with the symbolic image of New York City, with its business centre and sky-scrapers, compared to their overpopulated, poor and derelict neighbourhoods. Graffiti then was a cry “in response to the brutal and destructive processes of neighbourhood decline, unemployment, crime, drug use and violence”. It was these circumstances and a contempt for the city social structure that led to the growth of graffiti and what would become a whole new culture. It emerged out of an effort of young, rebellious people to inscribe their living space with meaning again. These bright and stylish wall inscriptions and images became part of a “home-grown, do-it-yourself hip hop culture” including “new forms of music (rap, sampling, scratching) and dancing” sparking “an unstoppable craze”. Graffiti then was seen as becoming the language of a marginalised, most often black, city youth that was very much centred on musical and artistic expression. Many also viewed graffiti as a way of forging a identity and a name for themselves. During the mid 1970s, it was seen by some as being a “streetwise alternative to gangs” providing a means of escape and “a medium for gaining respect and resolving disputes based more on image and aesthetics than violence and intimidation”. It seems then that graffiti was about being a more passive and creative outlet for many urban youths.


* for further reading see:
P. Craw et al (2006) ‘The Mural as Graffiti Deterrence’
T. Manco (2004) ‘Street Logos’
J. Ferrel (2001) ‘Tearing Down the Streets’
N. Ganz (2004) ‘Graffiti world: street art from five continents’

19 January 2010

...parlez-vous franglais?

i'm bilingual...i lived in two homes with two different languages...today, je connais deux langues really well mais aucune à 100%. On me demande si cela pose vraiment problème... je ne sais plus. Je pense que cela dépend du domaine dans lequel on travail. And the pressures and expectations one puts on themselves.

Un soucis d'une bilingue c'est qu'on invente des mots (sans le vouloir, d'ailleurs j'annonce régulièrement la création de mon propre dictionnaire), ou on les fusionne, on fait des fautes d'orthographes, de conjugaison...on fait des anglicismes ou du franglais et je ne vais même pas parler des bizarreries concernant les expressions d'une langue à l'autre.

This entry may then seem utterly incoherent and ludicrous to some. However, initially I had aspired to have two seperate blogs. One in english. One in french. In some 'logic' that one language could not cohabit with the other in the same blog. En fin de compte, cela me semble insansé car ces deux langues font partie d'une entité...elles doivent cohabiter en moi, dans mon esprit, mes rêves et pensées. Je dois quotidennement faire face au défits que cela me pose..donc il n'y aurait vraiment pas de raison pourquoi elle ne pourrait pas cohabiter en ce blog. En tout cas, on va essayer et je pense que pour finir, il sera inévitable qu'une langue prenne les devant sur l'autre... involontairemen...

14 January 2010

Mood du jour: 'Will I' vs. 'How'

In life, we are perpetually confronted with difficulties and obstacles. Certain moments in our lives are or will be particularly challenging, and will place a heavy burden on us. Such moments fill us with strong emotions and questions of whys and hows… The fatigue of always having to fight, to regain faith and hope after a series of disappointments leads to some people making themselves ill. Others lose themselves, their faith, hopes and aspirations; some isolate themselves and others become empty shells void of any emotion and joie-de-vivre.

In the past year, I have been forced to think a lot about the obstacles that one or many individuals face. One thought that captivated me was language… to be more specific, the language that one uses in such challenging times. The formulation of our ideas and questions can say a lot about the current state of mind in which we find ourselves or frame ourselves in.

On a personal note, I have concluded the following. The question is not so much – ‘Will I overcome this obstacle?’ Rather – ‘How will I overcome this obstacle?’
The first question underlines a doubt on behalf of the person asking themselves the question. Besides doubt, this formulation indicates a lack of confidence; an uncertainty; a possibility that the obstacle will not be overcome and that there will be a relinquishment from the person. There is even a suggestion of defeat, letting the obstacle overrule you. There is an implication of sadness and negativity. Or rather more simply, this question can be answered by a mere ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

‘How will I overcome this obstacle?’ evokes a more positive and dynamic resonance, indicating a faith and hopefulness. This questions underlines that the person recognises, and to a certain degree accepts, that there is an obstacle to surmount. However, they are not going to stop at that: they are going to look for a way to cope with and to confront the difficulties… so as to move on, to turn the page towards better moments. This questions requires a complete sentence, more defined and thought-out than just a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

In the end, I tell myself that it is too easy to be negative. Being positive and having hope is what is hard; yet it is also what is rewarding. I find that we all make our lives what they are; we make our happiness as we make our sorrows. This is not to deny that there are certain unexpected events and situations that are extremely delicate and painful… that certain choices can turn ones life around, in better as in worse… But at the end of the day, we most often all have a choice. Be it a good or a bad choice… Can we even ask such a question? After all, what is good for one is very often bad for another. I do not know. What I do know is that at the moment, armed with hope and a certain positivism: I am looking for the ‘How’ in coping with and confronting obstacles…

6 January 2010

...new year, new beginnings...

A new year. A new 'beginning'. A new determination with a renewed hope and drive. A new resolution. (sometimes a new disappointment). A new diary...so much 'newness'...as if we are given a fresh start. This one day a year, we feel as though we are entitled to a whole new blank page to fill as we wish.
I must say, I was rather surprised at just how therapeutic it felt to open my new 2010 diary; as if fresh from the printers the pages gleaming blank, free of business and loudness, free of comments, memos, notes in black, blue, red and purple ink...the noise my 'old' diary excudes is incredible. You can actually here the train-train du quotidien - that 'stress' that our society so kindly seeps into our daily lives. However it's a bit of a treasure as it harbours such a complete histoire of me: the romances, the appointments, the trips, the jobs and the projects of the past 18 months - add also several doodles, stickers and newspaper cuttings. So much clutter really... No! My new diary is currently free of all comments, marks and stickers; the leather sturdy and smooth and the edges unruffled and undamaged. It's ready to welcome what this new year brings...i just hope it's gleaminess last's more than a week....