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The painted veils may seem unorthodox,
but they are unwaveringly paintings
because they have the logic, intention,
and concerns of a painter. I employ
digital printing. In my “reverse” screen
paintings, I don’t use a brush either. Yet
there is so much hand in those paintings.
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The trees are dark ruins of temples,
seeking excuses to crumble
since who knows when—
their roofs are cracked,
their doors lost to ancient winds.
And the sky is a priest,
saffron marks on his forehead,
ashes smeared on his body.
He sits by the temples, worn to a shadow, not looking up.
Some terrible magician, hidden behind curtains,
has hypnotized Time
so this evening is a net
in which the twilight is caught.
Now darkness will never come—
and there will never be morning.
The sky waits for this spell to be broken,
for History to tear itself from this net,
for Silence to break its chains
so that a symphony of conch shells
may wake up the statues
and a beautiful, dark goddess,
her anklets echoing, may unveil herself.
Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Version by Agha Shahid Ali
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I wander among cultures. The chasm
between abstraction, representation
and manifestation is embodied in my
story. Characters develop in the tension
between the material and the image.