Monday, June 01, 2009

in one of my conversations with my director, i asked him if he felt sad that his murals that he drew on my back would be washed off by the end of each night. His response was that art is transient and he learnt that when he misplaced his sketchbook in a phone-booth below his girlfriend's flat.

there's something awfully romantic about that image. sending one's girlfriend home, and you misses her so much you can't stand to wait and immediately phones her in the phone-box downstairs. And you'd talk till your phone card runs out of value because time is abundant. Nowadays, with mobile phones being the norm, the concept of communication seems to have lost its romanticism; The immediacy of our means of communications have irradiated the concept of 'absence' and 'waiting'.

There's a certain allure to the 80s. Seeing their lives in photographs that are faded and yellow - the floppy hair and baggy shirts. But they must have lived their lives in full color and I wonder how it must be life.