I was walking through Kabuto Gardens when, out of breath, I decided to stop beside a pond. It was the most disgusting sight I have ever seen—the water was covered with algae, and if you looked carefully, you could see dead worms floating in the water. But as I looked deeper into the pond, I saw a beautiful flower floating towards me. It was radiant, glowing in the shadows, as if it carried its on inner light. Suddenly, the pond became the most beautiful place I had ever seen.
No matter how ugly and terrible life can become, we will always have our love.
Without any regard for history (or geography), they imagined Pakistan as a barbaric, colorless desert where men are chauvinistic, women disrespected, and where art and culture go to die.
This imagined reality was altogether very different from the lush hills and valleys I grew up in, a place of colors and love. The picture in the postcard shows the back of a Cargo truck; do you think the flower, the colors, and calligraphy are the product of a culture considered the “most dangerous place in the world?”
Can you find the white flower?
Love,
Sanwal
Light and love flooding in Can’t get enough of it.
It’s been 4 years since I have seen my brother…and Mikael is all grown up. Wish you were here.
Love,
Sanwal
Lately, whenever I dream, I dream of a tiger and a cobra. They give me great financial advice. I paid off all my debt!
Sending a dream your way
Love,
Sanwal
It contorted itself into unnaturally strange and unexpected shapes. It appeared to b off-balance and ready to fall down the massive cliff at any moment. My heart started beating faster and faster as I ran towards the figure to help. When I got close enough, I realized the man had a selfie stick and was just showing off how high he was!
He reminded me of all those kids running around with a selfie sticks at the badlands national park.
Goes to show that people are just people, no matter where you are in the world!
Brown, green, red, white, and blue...everything was blanketed with beauty. "it's like an autumn wedding," maggie kept saying. Looking at Rainier, I couldn't stop thinking about the long summer trips we took to the Galyat; Ammy would pack a dozen thermoses with soup and we would spend the entire day trying to catch snowflakes.
Sometimes, I feel as if my life in America is like a postcard dream, no matter how perfect it may appear, it will always be a dream...my heart will always be in other places, thinking about all of you. I won't ever be whole. I wish I could wake up and hug you...
The Exhibit
For the gallery, I envision to exhibit the series as Large-scale prints of the photographs, alongside installations showing prints of the pictures with the postcards and texts. Here are a few examples: