This is my first canvas... and I am quite proud of it :D

Now I need some help with a name... suggestions are welcome!

Memories are like rolling stones. With time they get smooth around the edges, losing their natural tendency to evoke response: cause pain or jubilation. What is left behind is a dull heaviness or heavy dullness… like the shadowy memory of a memory. Somewhat familiar, somewhat strange. A memory lying among many other similar memories: settled, not moving, buried under footfalls and the debris of time… or the collapsing of images of people moving, eating, smoking, arguing, breaking wind and thinking about other people and places. Images forming, breaking down and falling over a heap of other broken-down images with rounded corners.

Perhaps to be picked up somewhere in the future as a work of art. A moment ticking with tension and the promise of a living memory.

This picture formed the background of our first fight. A disagreement over our respective skills as picture-takers. I had hated a picture she had taken of me. And she had gone on to rubbish my recent photographic endeavours. The camera, like us, was in a moody sulk, looking down at the shuffle of feet on polished stones, at the cups of tea and coffee being brought in, the clanging of empty plates and the white memory-making noise of those around us.

(View from the German bakery and café at the start of Laxman jhula, Rishikesh)

and he replied: "My name is Legion... for we are many".
The reference is clearly Biblical... from the story of Jesus where he exorcises a legion... of demons. I find the idea very at home in the multi-colour prints Warhol made of one picture. Photoshop does in minutes what probably took Warhol days to put together. And the colour tones kinda break-up the picture into many 'mood prints'.
The changing colours of so-and-so.
Or so-and-so in different lights.
Many persons making up one person.
Many people hiding in one person.
And he said, 'we are many'. Notice how the second-person singular becomes a 'we' on expression. As does one picture when expressed in different colours. The singular becomes many. A Legion. For we are truly many!



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