Amritananda smiled. What a strange, quaint person this Rejident was, impeccable manners, soft-spoken and so out of place in the cesspool of Kathmandu politics.
Do I imagine myself visiting a gobargas project in the sticks to see if my environmental sins are being alchemized into virtue?
Image: Philippe Van Cauteren, photo by Dirk Pauwels
The Triennale is like a pumping system to show the potential of the arts in other industries in the city.
Image: Divided Nepal (Gaijatra series), Ragini Upadhyay-Grela, acrylic on canvas, 76 X 92 cm, 2009
Cut-outs of poles and cables rearranged and glued together. A white square split in two – a brick wall drawn on one half and a tunnel-like hole on the other; in the middle, a poem inside a pomegranate, an ode to the neighbourhood fruit tree now buried under concrete.
Many a Nepali has gleefully derided a foreign hill, smug in the possession of the highest mountains in the world. I confess I am one such geo-populist. It took me too long to acknowledge the beauty of less dramatic landscapes elsewhere, and even when I did, every trek in the Himalayas only confirmed to me [...]