“ I wasn’t expecting this,” she said. Of course it wasn’t planned, just happened. Somehow we were kissing, and then getting naked, and then becoming self-conscious, start talking and loose the connection. We transfer to our minds and leave the energy field alone.
“I didn’t even bring condoms with me, I though I’ll only do Yoga on my trip to India.”
“And what is Yoga?” I asked. “Union” she says, as she realizes the word, and then a smile comes to her mind, manifesting on her lips.
It has been easy to be here and just practice Yoga. Study philosophy and while practicing just being, the creative mind of desire had no need in union with another. At times, when a temptation appeared, just seeing the person for what they are, kept the ego from developing a fantasy. At moments there was a crave for touch, for connection, but the joy of being, of just doing things as they come, led me to not try and manifest it.
I assume that if it was possible to just go up to someone and ask them if they want to spend the night together, and more so, if there was a possibility that they would give a total honest reply, without considering what there conditioning thinks is appropriate, then maybe things would be different.
I wonder why this topic is always so big, so secret and so appealing to all. Indeed, it is one of the things that mankind struggles with the most. There are some things we have to do, like eat and sleep, use the restroom and blink. Sex is one of the basic needs that feel like we must have, but is not a true necessity. Still, as much as we become open, study ourselves, learn the path to realization, this seems to be one of the most primal conditioning. A basic instinct we have in us to keep our species alive.
From Priests to Rabies, in Islam and even in the Hindu culture, we are always taught about the right way to dress, to hide our bodies, not to talk about sex.
It is not that sex should be a big topic, nor should we go around naked or dressed like sluts, but at the same time we need not hide this natural thing.
Once we accept things as they are, we can realize that this body, even though moving at our demand, and recognizable by others as “who we are”, is not a true or complete representation of “who we are”. In the functioning world, it indeed is part of us, we take care of it, enjoy through our senses and move with it as a carrier for who we really are. Since it gets sick without asking us first, since we can loose a limb and still think its our body, since most of the functions happen without us even knowing that they happen, it really is interesting we identify with it so much.
Beyond this layer of functionality, where our limitless self exists, the body is just a body. Not something we identify with. It is condensed energy, becoming into form.
While we are here, in our bodies, eating and sleeping, may we also be able to be open and free about our body’s appearance, about our needs and wants, may we have the courage to speak truthfully of what we want without fear of judgment, may we be able to respect each other without forcing so many rules of behavior and act, may we know what is appropriate by placing ourselves where the other is, may we know joy that is beyond the pleasures of our senses.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
An art photography installation show in India
Sipping a glass of fresh coconut water on the porch of India song house, Joao tells me what he thinks of my photography, which ones he likes more, and how we can make a show happen.
It’s late afternoon and the mosquitoes have arrived. The females come to suck our blood as we protect ourselves with Himalayan brand repellent; the Indian Dr. Hauschka.
Joao and Patricia are from Portugal, living in India. They created India Song house as an art space and restaurant. An old house, Indian style, with lots of land around it, feels almost like a Goan house.
“I would like to hang the photos like laundry, a thin transparent wire and some clips”, I tell Joao. “ We can hang sheets out here to project on” he tells me after I tell him about the projections. Then we decide to have a large long fabric that will have the poem about the body elements painted on.
Cecile took me to the market to a tiny store, more like a tent that sells amazing used saris for a dollar or two. As we are choosing plain white or black Parisian chic, the little Hindu man brought us little cups of sweet chai. We pack the three saris, hop on the 100cc black and orange Honda I have here and head out on the dirt bumpy road.
Back on the porch, Patricia helps crating lines on the fabric by folding and ironing it, and Janine, an artist of her own right, talks about the font, as she and Cecile will be the ones creating this beautiful piece with Persian blue paint on a white sari..
A few weeks of organizing the prints, going to the printer back and forth, buying rope, climbing the trees to tie the ropes and stretch the white bed sheets, creating the play list with Patricia, and fine tuning little details.
Waiting for Sharat to declare when the moon day is going to be, so we can announce the opening the eve before. On moon days (full and new moon) there is no practice, so the night before the yogis can stay late and party. (As practice is usually very early in the morning.
Patricia made a wonderful dinner for 25 guests that Wednesday eve, that included fantastic vegan lasagna and fresh pineapple juice. At 7:00pm the crowd started pouring in. at 7:15 just after the projections have managed to go through one round of photos, the power went away and darkness showed its form. Not an unusual occasion in Mysore, yet less pretty when more and more guests arrived. Keeping good spirits with almost no alcohol, power returned an hour later, and with it many more smiley guests.
The event turned to be somewhat of a NY gallery opening with great, relaxed energies, and a fun combo of indoor prints and outdoor projections. With people hanging out barefoot discussing art yoga and dance.
The moon day arrived with great pleasure, and after washing some laundry in my bucket I head over to the swimming pool to have some doing nothing.
Most of the work at the show is on my website: www.doronhanoch.com
Update of the site is in progress.
Thank you all that made this happen and all that came by to share their energies, and thank you all who have been part of me, working with me on these projects and help them come to life.
It’s late afternoon and the mosquitoes have arrived. The females come to suck our blood as we protect ourselves with Himalayan brand repellent; the Indian Dr. Hauschka.
Joao and Patricia are from Portugal, living in India. They created India Song house as an art space and restaurant. An old house, Indian style, with lots of land around it, feels almost like a Goan house.
“I would like to hang the photos like laundry, a thin transparent wire and some clips”, I tell Joao. “ We can hang sheets out here to project on” he tells me after I tell him about the projections. Then we decide to have a large long fabric that will have the poem about the body elements painted on.
Cecile took me to the market to a tiny store, more like a tent that sells amazing used saris for a dollar or two. As we are choosing plain white or black Parisian chic, the little Hindu man brought us little cups of sweet chai. We pack the three saris, hop on the 100cc black and orange Honda I have here and head out on the dirt bumpy road.
Back on the porch, Patricia helps crating lines on the fabric by folding and ironing it, and Janine, an artist of her own right, talks about the font, as she and Cecile will be the ones creating this beautiful piece with Persian blue paint on a white sari..
A few weeks of organizing the prints, going to the printer back and forth, buying rope, climbing the trees to tie the ropes and stretch the white bed sheets, creating the play list with Patricia, and fine tuning little details.
Waiting for Sharat to declare when the moon day is going to be, so we can announce the opening the eve before. On moon days (full and new moon) there is no practice, so the night before the yogis can stay late and party. (As practice is usually very early in the morning.
Patricia made a wonderful dinner for 25 guests that Wednesday eve, that included fantastic vegan lasagna and fresh pineapple juice. At 7:00pm the crowd started pouring in. at 7:15 just after the projections have managed to go through one round of photos, the power went away and darkness showed its form. Not an unusual occasion in Mysore, yet less pretty when more and more guests arrived. Keeping good spirits with almost no alcohol, power returned an hour later, and with it many more smiley guests.
The event turned to be somewhat of a NY gallery opening with great, relaxed energies, and a fun combo of indoor prints and outdoor projections. With people hanging out barefoot discussing art yoga and dance.
The moon day arrived with great pleasure, and after washing some laundry in my bucket I head over to the swimming pool to have some doing nothing.
Most of the work at the show is on my website: www.doronhanoch.com
Update of the site is in progress.
Thank you all that made this happen and all that came by to share their energies, and thank you all who have been part of me, working with me on these projects and help them come to life.
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