Art
Quote: Leonardo da vinci
Photographer: Dheepak Ra
Venue: Barista - Bangalore bloggers meet
Well its an art, isnt it? Though they reproduce this in every cup.
- Dheepak Ra
posted by Baejaar at 5/15/2005 01:59:00 PM
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Quote: Leonardo da vinci
Photographer: Dheepak Ra
Venue: Barista - Bangalore bloggers meet
Well its an art, isnt it? Though they reproduce this in every cup.
- Dheepak Ra
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8 Comments:
Superb. How is it created? I had been wanting to ask you even when this snap appeared on Baejaar.
I suppose its the cream on the coffee and the way it is poured on top? An artistic touch to a mundane task, nevertheless. Makes me yearn for good coffee though :)
Mum,
The pattern is generated when they add the cream on the coffee. BTW dont know whether I have told you before, if not then start reading the blog of Meera (follow link from next comment). Her works are really nice. (currently I am reading her yesterday's post only)
Meera,
Yes you are right - its the way its poured on top. For me it looks like art but I would have preferred if he experiments with new designs. I guess you should take a good coffee before you step out, so that you are wide awake when you reach the station.....
Actually neither will I but for a different reason though - the coffee didnt taste that good. After all there is an element of truth behind - "Appearances can be deceptive". I would settle down any day for a cup of Nescafe or else "Filter Coffee". (Oops. I am not supposed to be marketing here)
Thanks for that great shot and awesome quote, Dheepak. Reminded me of the artist of Kouroo quoted in Chapter 17 of Thoreau's Walden (http://pd.sparknotes.com/lit/walden/section17.html):
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There was an artist in the city of Kouroo who was disposed to strive after perfection. One day it came into his mind to make a staff. Having considered that in an imperfect work time is an ingredient, but into a perfect work time does not enter, he said to himself, It shall be perfect in all respects, though I should do nothing else in my life.
He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment. His singleness of purpose and resolution, and his elevated piety, endowed him, without his knowledge, with perennial youth. As he made no compromise with Time, Time kept out of his way, and only sighed at a distance because he could not overcome him.
Before he had found a stock in all respects suitable the city of Kouroo was a hoary ruin, and he sat on one of its mounds to peel the stick. Before he had given it the proper shape the dynasty of the Candahars was at an end, and with the point of the stick he wrote the name of the last of that race in the sand, and then resumed his work.
By the time he had smoothed and polished the staff Kalpa was no longer the pole-star; and ere he had put on the ferule and the head adorned with precious stones, Brahma had awoke and slumbered many times. But why do I stay to mention these things? When the finishing stroke was put to his work, it suddenly expanded before the eyes of the astonished artist into the fairest of all the creations of Brahma. He had made a new system in making a staff, a world with full and fair proportions; in which, though the old cities and dynasties had passed away, fairer and more glorious ones had taken their places. And now he saw by the heap of shavings still fresh at his feet, that, for him and his work, the former lapse of time had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame the tinder of a mortal brain. The material was pure, and his art was pure; how could the result be other than wonderful?
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Re(a)d this first in Barbara Stoler Miller's stunning translation (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553213652/qid=1116503436) of the Bhagavad-Gita (you can read a snippet at http://colveyco.com/gallery-annex/reading/krishna.html).
Thanks a lot for taking time off to comment. I had never read walden before. Its nice to be introduced to books - I love them. I will put this in the queue, so that whenever I am free, I will try to finsish this online book.
i like this pic and the quoute adds life to that good looking cup of coffee.
Thanks Sreekesh. You have a nice set of Poems and even better photorhymes. Will read them in leisure.
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