Travel Writing_2014

The days I stayed in Cusco, Peru were all sunny but loud everywhere. Quechua people, indigenous ethnic group of several South American countries, were wearing very colourful clothes. Like their clothing, their works of art were colourful, too. I encountered a lot of paintings done by the local artists, and most of them used primary colours a lot. There were not the grand-type museums and galleries we easily find in any famous city, but I thoroughly enjoyed running into small spaces that were full of paintings and artifacts in the streets of Cusco.

One of the clichéd paintings that many boys were selling in the street was that of Macchu Picchu. Those paintings were all done in the same angle, made exactly same perspective, and the colours were more or less identical too. Furthermore, they always focused on the illusion of man’s profiled face against the mountain peaks behind the ‘lost city of the Incas’

One boy, with crummy folder of sketches and paintings, ready to fall out, approached me while I was sitting on the bench in the square. He said, “I am Picasso.” I replied, “No, no, YO soy Picasso!” Then the boy said without smile, “No, you are Mona Lisa.” I guess Mona Lisa must have been the first name that came to his mind as a woman’s name to do with art? When I told him that I am Picasso too, I simply meant that I paint too, like you do. He realized quickly I was not going to buy his paintings, so he left me and disappeared through the streets of tourists.

The city of Cusco was crowded with tourists. I suspect it may be the same as I am writing this article. They were from all over the world and all of them carried big cameras with them. Some even had several cameras, including the smartphone. I noticed that many people passing by the great monuments or the famous statues, without even looking at them with their own eyes, were busy clicking their cameras. I think that their first viewing of let’s says some old Cathedral in the middle of the main square was done by the guidebook they held in their hands. Their 2nd viewing would be through the lenses of their cameras. Their 3rd viewing would be, ghastly put, when they are tidying up their hard disks 5 years later.

Oh, I forgot. Perhaps they might look at them again while replying to the comments made by their friends back at home who writes “OMG, I envy you so much!” on the Facebook. This may sound a little bit harsh, but I cannot help noticing it. I always feel that the way people are so busy capturing the scenes and monuments through their camera is like the great Empires attempting to occupy as many lands as possible. I, personally, feel, when I take photos, that I am taking part of something from something’s or someone’s soul. The way I try to be careful with camera has nothing to do with any artistic value of what are good angles and what are good views.

Since a close friend of mine suggested that I should become a film director when I was barely 13 years old, I did really start wanting to make films. Just as any film buff would do, I was enthusiastic to see all sorts of cinemas for many years. Talking with other people, at some venues in the cinema, about the film we watched was a great fun. Now I still love watching films, especially the old ones, but I am not as excited as I used to be when I went to the cinema in the past.

The abundance of images tires me immensely. Every day whether we want or not we are faced with some sort of images including moving images everywhere. Even if you don’t watch TV, you’d still see a lot of advertisements as you walk in the street. Eyes have no time to rest in this modern life. In Baudrillardian sense we are losing the grips of ‘reality.’ Of course, there is no ‘moral’ reason why one should not enjoy this brilliant medium of photography and moving images. I only wish that the sacredness, of things/people before our eyes, were considered before yielding the printed/recorded. Now, I think, I should have told that boy in Cusco that he is not Picasso but Alejandro.

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