What does a good piece of art actually do? Apart from completing the hyperspace puzzle, it lends us hints for further pieces. We, the artists, the puzzle solvers let our fingers dive into the labyrinth. This is one such moment. I am experiencing immense power. I know I'm about to write something powerful. I also know that I have no idea about the content.
I have travelling for the last one month and finally at this hour of the night the calling has come. I now realize that I have travelled a lot recently. Dresden, Amsterdam, Berlin and now Tel Aviv. If that's not enough, I will be at Jerusalem tomorrow. Each place has enriched my experience in its own way. Sadly, experience kicks out innocence. But well, I still am innocent as far as being street smart is concerned. Anyway, this post is not about my experiences or experiments. It is solely about a new form of art that has engulfed me from every dimension. My first tryst with this friend was in a restaurant named Irodion Pallas. Now I'm infatuated by its intoxication. The friend is Greek music. A simple fish salad, ouzo and the music. It is quite a place to be in. The next meeting was in the same place when we had gone to try a slice of Tiramisu. Again, that Greece and Italy go hand in hand was brilliantly experienced!
Cut to three weeks later.
Tel Aviv ( a solid place!) : Prof. David Andelman decides to take us out for dinner. His treat, his choice of restaurant; a Kosher restaurant that serves fish. He surely is a man of resources, David. The restaurant, Meatos has two branches side by side. One serves only two kinds of fish courses along with a variety of Kosher food. The other branch not only serves fish but also plays 'loud' Greek music on Monday nights! This loudness made David take us to the other branch. It was exquisite, the place!
In a restaurant all you need is a good staff and great food. It was more than great on both fronts. An after dinner trip to the other branch finally inserted Greek music into me.
There is sensuality written in every note. Ancient to new, the thread is too long to talk about now.
It is in these varieties of art that we find parts of ourselves. There floats somewhere in the fabric of abstracts a detached soul that looks back at us, smiles and turns away. We recognise the missing part, the past that left us when we grew up. In each jumps of growing up, we released certain energies. There still remains an unexplained connection with us which, we will always be chasing.
I have travelling for the last one month and finally at this hour of the night the calling has come. I now realize that I have travelled a lot recently. Dresden, Amsterdam, Berlin and now Tel Aviv. If that's not enough, I will be at Jerusalem tomorrow. Each place has enriched my experience in its own way. Sadly, experience kicks out innocence. But well, I still am innocent as far as being street smart is concerned. Anyway, this post is not about my experiences or experiments. It is solely about a new form of art that has engulfed me from every dimension. My first tryst with this friend was in a restaurant named Irodion Pallas. Now I'm infatuated by its intoxication. The friend is Greek music. A simple fish salad, ouzo and the music. It is quite a place to be in. The next meeting was in the same place when we had gone to try a slice of Tiramisu. Again, that Greece and Italy go hand in hand was brilliantly experienced!
Cut to three weeks later.
Tel Aviv ( a solid place!) : Prof. David Andelman decides to take us out for dinner. His treat, his choice of restaurant; a Kosher restaurant that serves fish. He surely is a man of resources, David. The restaurant, Meatos has two branches side by side. One serves only two kinds of fish courses along with a variety of Kosher food. The other branch not only serves fish but also plays 'loud' Greek music on Monday nights! This loudness made David take us to the other branch. It was exquisite, the place!
In a restaurant all you need is a good staff and great food. It was more than great on both fronts. An after dinner trip to the other branch finally inserted Greek music into me.
There is sensuality written in every note. Ancient to new, the thread is too long to talk about now.
It is in these varieties of art that we find parts of ourselves. There floats somewhere in the fabric of abstracts a detached soul that looks back at us, smiles and turns away. We recognise the missing part, the past that left us when we grew up. In each jumps of growing up, we released certain energies. There still remains an unexplained connection with us which, we will always be chasing.
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