#ArtAndMemory

[asakusasisters]

✨ Asakusa Sisters: Who Are We? ✨

DON’T FORGET TO TURN ON THE SUBTITLES! RUSSIAN, JAPANESE, ENGLISH!!!! We are Asakusa Sisters — a project, dedicated to women across Asia in art, history, and memory.

In our new video, we share who we are and why we explore the evolving image of women in East Asian culture: on stage, in religion, in everyday life — and beyond.

From forgotten heroines and legends to feminist exhibitions and modern shifts in perception — our channel is where past and present meet through a female lens.

🎥 Watch now. 💬 Let us know what you think. 🔁 Reblogs and love always welcome.

[sinderblogs19]

If you prick us, do we not bleed?" — These words hit me hard after watching The Pianist and reading The Merchant of Venice. My latest post dives into the connection between art, memory, and fate, all wrapped in literature and cinema. 📚🎬

[agencyturism]

🕊️ San Blas: The Soul of Cusco in Cobblestone and Color

Hidden in the hills above the Plaza de Armas, San Blas is more than a neighborhood—it’s the pulse of Cusco’s artistic soul. To enter San Blas is to step into a dream woven from cobblestone, eucalyptus, and prayer. Blue balconies lean toward the sky, adobe walls wear the stories of centuries, and artisans paint, carve, and breathe life into tradition on every corner. In San Blas, beauty is not a product. It’s a practice. 🎨🪶

By morning, sunlight spills through tangled alleys, catching the stained glass of tiny chapels and the gentle chaos of open studios. You’ll meet sculptors whose hands are coated in wood dust, painters mixing pigments made from earth and flame, and weavers whose colors recall the sky before rain. They are not just preserving culture—they are transmitting spirit through every stroke and stitch.

San Blas doesn’t shout. It whispers, and if you walk slowly, you’ll hear the voices of the past: Inca stone paths guiding your steps, colonial arches bowed under the weight of memory. In the plaza, a single harp string might summon silence, and a lone grandmother might tell you a myth that feels older than language. The sacred and the everyday hold hands here, gently.

At sunset, find a terrace above the rooftops and let yourself be still. Watch the clouds roll across Ausangate, feel the chill settle, and sip a coca tea as the city lights flicker like offerings. San Blas isn’t just a place to visit—it’s a place to remember who you are when you listen. 🌄🍃

Source: IncaTrail

[pomodoro-words]

Meredith Vaughn 6b

The words were written in soft pencil, in slightly cramped, amateur cursive, at the top right. Beneath that, her name had been written in pencil again, with the intent to fill the whole of the wood board with more detailed flourishes: a looping M, a spiral on the g.

Picking up the painting, Meredith examined it as if for the first time. She flipped the canvas. Bold geometric shapes painted in a symmetrical pattern. It was not terrible, but she saw where the white had overlapped the black and remembered how its lack of perfection had annoyed her at the time.

She’d have been thirteen or fourteen when the painting was returned to her at the end of term. A shy girl in an oversized school cardigan, the sleeves forcefully pulled long, perpetually tethered in her fists. Her teacher congratulated her on her work, remarking that styling the circles like eyes had "brought the canvas alive". Meredith hadn’t done it on purpose, but she smiled anyway and accepted the generous grade. Afterwards, she felt slightly disappointed that the teacher was so eager to find depth, in places where none was intended.

She could bring to mind that version of herself, but it seemed like someone she’d witnessed, not inhabited.

She continued to pull dusty items from the storage space under the eaves: a printed canvas of a Banksy rat that made her snort with derision, and a cheaply framed poster for a documentary that had once been a favorite among the trendsetting crowd. These were definitely not keepers.

She felt a sting as her cigarette burned down to her middle finger. She groped for the ashtray that was now hidden amongst assorted debris on her floor. Finding the heavy blue ashtray, branded with Ruddles Best Bitter in blocky caps, she roughly stabbed the cigarette at its base, although it was all filter now.

Standing upright, she grabbed two plastic bags of clothes in one hand and awkwardly arranged the three pictures under the other arm.

As she descended the three flights, the chill of the stairwell enveloped her, and the sound of her flip-flops echoed against the concrete walls.

At street level, a man was lingering around the skip, where she’d earlier discarded a small side table. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his head inspecting the skip like a pigeon pecking at crumbs. He was in his mid-thirties, with a bad, choppy haircut and wore shorts inappropriate for the December climate. He turned as she approached, smiling confidently. He was waiting for her deposit, like a shopper in the sales hoping to get a bargain.

She flipped the plastic bags into the skip. She would have thrown the art in too, but it seemed uncharitable, so she smiled at the man, shrugged, and placed them at the foot of the skip. As she walked back to the flats, she paused by the gate. The man was holding up the old geometric painting, first landscape then portrait, evaluating it. He laughed to himself, taking the Banksy canvas too, and waddled out into the street with his quarry.

[secretsinthedarkthepodcast]

🎨 What does it mean to live with a piece of art? Art hangs on our walls, unmoving—while time, people, and lives slip away. It bears witness to love, loss, and change, yet remains untouched. In my latest poem, I explore how a painting becomes more than just an object—it becomes a silent keeper of memory. 📖 "Even when I escape, they can't. I roam the world, and they sit, lights off, waiting for return." Art doesn’t just decorate our spaces; it holds our histories. It watches, listens, and stays long after we try to move on. #Poetry #ArtAndMemory #WritingCommunity #Storytelling #ThePowerOfArt #PoetsOnLinkedIn #CreativeWriting #WhyWeWrite #ArtThatSpeaks

[garimadutt]

Happy and humbled to be a part of the Gender, Justice, Security Hub's Online Convention wherein today I share platform as a chair with wonderful & accomplished panelists - Hasini Haputhanthri, Stephen Oola and Daniele Rugo for the event "Art & Memory". "This event will discuss the role of the arts in remembering and making visible the effects of conflict, especially its hidden and uncommon narratives. Speakers will discuss their current work: memorializing Lebanon’s civil war and asking how filmmaking can make visible the stories of the disappeared hidden in mass graves; how oral narratives on conflict-related sexual and gender-based violence in Northern Uganda can be revealed through song; and discuss art and memory as historiography by drawing on artistic work featured in the World Art and Memory Museum." Funded by the UK Research & Innovation (UKRI) Global Challenges Research Fund, the Gender, Justice, Security Hub is working to advance gender, justice & inclusive peace. More on: thegenderhub.com Friends, I know this is last minute, but in case you are free between 5.30PM-6.30PM IST please do join. Kindly register for the event here (link in bio): https://thegenderhub.com/events/art-and-memory/ A big thanks to @ashima.kaul @yakjahnetwork who I represent here at the Hub and the Hub members for this opportunity to share and learn. . . . #GenderJusticeSecurity #UKRI #Yakjah #ArtAndMemory #Art #Conflict #Women #Justice #Peace #Narrative #DelhiEyes (at Zoom Online) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR3A1JenDYL/?utm_medium=tumblr

[erisis]

The Cottage (on Eel Pond) When you have known a place though many decades in many seasons, through the eyes of youth, the angst of adolescence, and the nostalgia of age, what is the most “true��� representation? Is a photograph the most “real”? Even when it is never actually as our eyes see a thing? Do an artistically rendered series of tweaks and filters come closer to “truth”? Are these words I tell you closer still? Or is it all of these things? The afterimage in our eyes and echo of this story? #artandmemory #photography #truth #storytelling #memory #art #representationalart #monumentbeach #capecod #capecodder #newengland #home #stories #pictures (at Monument Beach, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/COHE4NtHGSB/?igshid=10fzcdxigukub

[group14]

Pichwai

Pichwai (pichvai) is a style of painting that originated over 400 years ago, in the town of Nathdwara near Udaipur in Rajasthan, India. Intricate and visually stunning, pichwai paintings, made on cloth, depict tales from Lord Krishna's life. Creating a pichwai can take several months, and requires immense skill, as the smallest details need to be painted with precision. Lord Krishna is often depicted as Shrinathji in Pichwais, which is the deity manifest as a seven-year-old child. Other common subjects found in pichwai paintings are Radha, gopis, cows and lotuses. Festivals and celebrations such as Sharad Purnima, Raas Leela, Annakoot or Govardhan Puja, Janmashtami, Gopashtami, Nand Mahotsav, Diwali and Holi are frequently depicted in Pichwais.

The word Pichwai comes from 'pichh' meaning back, and 'wai', meaning textile hanging. They are made by members of the Pushti Marg sect, founded by Shri Vallabhacharya in the 16th Century. Originally, pichwai paintings were used to decorate the temple of Shrinathji (Shrinathji ki Haveli) in Nathdwara, hung behind the deity to celebrate different seasons, festivals and events in Lord Krishna's life. Over time, pichwais also found a place in the homes of art connoisseurs, owing to their visual appeal. Like several other traditional Indian art forms, the art of Pichwai is also dying, and requires recognition and revival.

The art of Picchwai originated as wall hangings behind the main deity in Krishna temples in Nathdwara. They narrate stories related to Lord Krishna. Gradually with commercialisation secular themes are also incorporated in the Picchwai style of painting. Picchwais are colourful and intricate works of art with concealed symbolism in the artistic motifs. This distinct devotional art practice has passed from one generation to another and a fine example of spirituality in art for more than 400 years.

- Niddhi Soneji

References:

Artisera. (2020). Pichwai: Pichwai Paintings, Shrinathji Paintings, Krishna Art, Rajasthani Art, Pichwai Paintings Online, Pichwai Paintings for Sale. [online] Available at: https://www.artisera.com/collections/pichwai.

ArtZolo.com. (n.d.). Pichwai : The Folk Art of Nathdwara. [online] Available at: https://www.artzolo.com/blog/pichwai-folk-art-nathdwara [Accessed 15 Feb. 2021].

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