The Enculturation of Florence- A successful venture

Art and Science....

My desire to write exceeds my fatigue. Thus I post!

Fuelled by exposure to artisitic culture, I harbour a sincere wish to share my Friday night with you all. In my generosity of spirit, I show you the wonderful art done by IB students and grade 10 students at ACA.
v

And so I watched the sunrise this morning

from the roof of H5

It was beautiful

Floence goes with the flow and wears a little black number......

Oh Says Florence.... It has been some kind of week....!
We still have another quarter to go... and spring break in between...

But we had International Women's Day and PI Day... I was the receiver of a pi, pie....if you look closely you can see a blonde head in there

and another day for some reason where people dressed in different ways...
There is always so much happening and so much to do

I am so grateful for the gym where it is possible to escape for a few hours.

 But today I found an easel so I could set it up in my apartment.... getting Middle East feel here... rug on the wall, hookah( sheesha), all in my studio.... its good to feel that settling in is comfortable as it should be! There will be a few years here!

 And one of my girls wore the niqab.... scared hell out of me when she just stood there n front of me! However, for all those of you who sit back saying "how awful!" !!!!. You actually have no idea why it is awful! It cuts off your 180 degree vision and is a little like wearing blinkers with a veiled vision of the world... pretty unpleasant! I remember having a discussion with some people who I used to know who proclaimed how awful it was because of their whatever reasons... and they had no clue! I like that I have the chance to find out what so much is really like... not some western vision of what should be experienced!

Florence looking back.....

How do we conceive of time? Our construct is such that we can visualise the seconds ticking by.. we can hear it happen. Succh a narrow view we hold but the one that allows us to quantify and thus align and measure. Time is measure according to my perceptions too- I can "see" the age of something as being relative to me. So what is time? I try, occasionally to find a definition that suits me... distance to travel between points, distance things have travelled between points.... wearing out?????

I cannot conceive of a time  when other was present in  a space and I have the joy of viewing the remnants of their stories- the pottery, the  burial jars, the most ancient statue...... a baby that was buried under the kitchen floor so it was stilll part of the family..... jewells of great beauty to adorn a neck or wrist.... colour setting alight and reflecting..... can I step back even further and gaze upon the first tools....
Let the reader consider the Bedouin.... the nomad and the attire of these people- the colour and the intensity of input, the  life that goes into every warp and weft thread..... the stories of the blue beads...

and how it was that a group of Russians, the Circassians came to be integral in Jordan, so much so that there is a special guard for the King of Jordan ..

So ,  let me see, we construct time by distance between events and people stories.... I dont know... I just know that this land aches with age, groans with the weight of  battles fought, and people loved....
as wondrous and spelndid place....

and just across, a little way from there is Syria... not far, in time nor distance but in fear and danger it is a millenium removed from me.... but I aware, very aware of proximity..