Sunday, 27 September 2009
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Totem Poles from the Vancouver Islands @ The British Museum
From the ground,
its startling colour stopped people dead in their tracks,
from the air, it stood like a beacon and was visible from miles away.
Like much of the surrounding landscape, the tree was incorporated
into the Haida's vast repertoire of stories, but as far as anyone knows ,
its the only tree, in what was then an infinity of trees,
ever to be given a name by the Haida's people.
From The Golden Spruce by John Vaillant
Photos by Sandra Saldanha
Friday, 25 September 2009
The wanderer
"between two worlds, one dead,
the other powerless to be born."
From Poetry and Criticism of Matthew Arnold
Photos by Sandra Saldanha
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
The Music Box (details) @ Central Saint Martin Window Gallery
(...) She took the keys outdoors, and from the oven she pressed ashes
onto it, and scrubbed some more. She held it to the heat to sear it.
She laid cobweb over it to staunch the flow, but nothing could make
the weeping blood subside.
"Oh, what am I to do?" she cried. "I know, I'll put the little key
away. I'll put it in the wardrobe. I'll close the door. This is a bad
dream. All will be aright. " And this she did do. (...)
From Women Who Run With the Wolves:
Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
'Bluebeard' by Clarissa P. Estes
Mixed Media Installation by Sandra Saldanha
The Music Box (the wardrobe's detail) @ Central Saint Martin Window Gallery
Midway this way of life we're bound upon,
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
Where the right road was wholly lost and gone.
Ay me! how hard to speak of it - that rude
And rough and stubborn forest! the mere breath
Of memory stirs the old fear in the blood
It is so bitter, it goes nigh to death;
Yet there I gained such good, that to convey
The tale, I'll write what else I found therewith.
Poem by Dante from The Divine Comedy I: Hell
Translated by D.L. Sayers
Photo and Mixed Media Installation by Sandra Saldanha
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Timeless... childhood
"Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow-thronged loft by the shadow of my hand.
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land,
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,Time held me green and dying
Though i sang in my chains like the sea."
Poem by Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill" in Collected Poems
Photo by Sandra Saldanha
Monday, 21 September 2009
The Music Box ( detail ) @ Central Saint Martins Window Gallery
3D Mixed Media Installation by Sandra Saldanha
Saturday, 19 September 2009
The Patchwork
Pieces of cotton pierced together
Squares, triangles, circles...
in passion red, bloody red , blooming red.
Needles cutting through the padded layers,
forming a patchwork of life experiences.
3D Mixed Media Installation by Sandra Saldanha
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