Tuesday, September 15, 2026

When the Clay Complies

 





 

Turn

And let the hands

Shape your way

To looking

Around

At their

Own

Pace

 

Pass

By the past

Seas and streams

Where old waves

Returned

 

 

Hear

The promises

You wanted to make

But made them

Only

To yourself

 

Shy

Remain curious

When your turn

Becomes

An unpretentious

 Line

A point

In the present

 

Then

 

Wet

The hands

A finger

At a time

With your forgotten

Last tear

And wipe them

With scar

Tissue

 

And

 

Turn again

That wonderful turn

This time

To shape

The hands you

Hold

With the colours

Of promises

That since

Found their

Seas and streams

Before

Sunrise

 

September 15, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026

 

Photo I took In Baltimore Harbor with 1955 Fed-2 camera and Industar-22 lens


Thursday, September 10, 2026

Beauty is Kind and Gentle, Like a Young Mother Half-shy of Her Own Glory, She Walks Among Us (Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet)

 


 


 

Up the stairs

The young mother

Climbed in her old shoes

Leaving wet prints

Of her walks

In streets

Cleaned by the August

Rain

 

It was elemental

Ordinary

Yet all I saw

Was her glory

 

And the comfort

Of her beauty

Walked beside her

Up the stairs

Into the house

 

Leaving more than

Wet footprints

From the August

Rain

 

 

September 10, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026

Saturday, September 5, 2026

The Iwákteteya Web (Lakota Nation Dream Catcher)

 





 

I rang the bell

Then knocked at the door

No one came in

So I let

Myself

Into

My room

 

And there

I found

The vast space

Where I became

Echo

Where I stayed quiet

Having seen

What I wanted to see

Having done what

I had

Hoped

 

So I locked

The door

To Keep

Myself

In

 

September 5, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026

 

In the Native American Lakota legend, the circular web connotes the circle of life and catches only good dreams, visions, and ideas to enhance that circle for each person.  The Iwákteteya Web also catches bad dreams and evil forces and guides them away to pass through the center hole of the web and fade away.

Picture taken with an early 1960s Nikkor-Q Auto 20 cm telephoto lens on the same age Nikon F camera, using ASA 400 film.

As I looked through the viewfinder to frame the shot, the closeness of the balloons and the differences in size and shades made me think about the dream catcher, as the balloons quickly went to different altitudes, and the smaller one faded away.

The invisible web old lenses cannot catch.....

 

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

The Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis in Understanding the Worldview of Multilingual Artists

 




“Multilingual people perceive reality in their own way – thru a labyrinth where they never get lost” a friend once wrote to me. “It is a lovely gift to an artist.”

Indeed, I often encounter inquisitive looks when for a split second during a conversation I pause to allow my brain make connections between languages, words, colours and phonetics. It is not something I control, but surely anticipate. Sometimes I mix words from a different language while speaking in English. Often I recall names by making phonetic and descriptive associations with the name of newly met people. Other times I remember their names, as I did in my studies of biology and chemistry complex molecular structures and their names (phonetic mnemonics) by creating my own sentences about them mixing two or more languages. Recently I was in the Botanic Gardens of Denver, Colorado recently and I could not immediately recall the name of my favorite flower. It took me a second to think of an Orca to continue my conversation about the Orchids section.  Later in the evening, we were talking about Barbara Streisand movies and I said that a comedy themed one was my favorite.

“Which one?” I was asked.

“The one that had a rabbit in the title” I said.

After a Google search, I was told that the movie with Ryan O’Neal was called “What’s up, Doc?”

Ha! That was the famous line from Bugs Bunny, the 1930s Disney cartoon character… I was surprised myself that my brain had stored that association with the movie title decades ago.

So, when I talked about the incidents with a clinical psychologist friend via email, he wrote:

“You should watch the 2016 movie “Arrival”. I sometimes show segments of that movie during therapy sessions.”

So I did.

Arrival is a science fiction movie where The Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, also known as linguistic relativity, is used to explore how languages act as cognitive filters for experiencing and interpreting reality. The hypothesis proposes that brain pathways filter reality differently through the structure of different languages especially regarding spatial structures, the concept of linear time, colour, and sound. Eventually the worldview of a polyglot varies from that of single language users.

Needless to say, such a “skill” would benefit creative thinkers. One description in the movie resonated splendidly with me – it was that change in brain pathways, resulting to the knowledge and use of multiple languages, may lead a person to have memories of his future while still passing through his present reality.

Like being homesick for places we have never known. Unformed faces about which we have written poems on papyrus or sheets made of multi-layered synthetic polymers to save trees. And during unmoon nights, remembering the taste of wines made from grapes yet uncultivated.

 

… As I read more about the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis and the reaction of the scientific community to it, I wondered if in addition to my linguistic vagabondage between languages I also can find some examples in my photography in literary works.

Indeed, I have often gotten feedback that my prose, poetry and even scientific publications, when written in English, have a hint of unusual sentence structure, use of words and imagery.

As to my photography, I thought of two photos that may be of interest to my psychologist friend during his therapy sessions! The first is atop this entry and is of a woman on a bridge looking at young people and children coming down a narrow stream in floats on a warm day. The vintage look of the photo is a gift of using a 1953 Soviet Fed -2 sporting a Jupiter-9 85mm lens from the same year.

The second photo is one I took more than a decade ago on the shore of the Pacific Ocean.

 


 

Clearly the compositions are very similar and neither photo tells a story of the moment in a unique way. But, after watching “Arrival” it occurred to me that these photos may tell more about myself than of a fleeing moment a street photographer tries to capture.

Could my “transition” from a vast space (the ocean) to a narrow stream be a reflection of the cognitive filters as time, linear or otherwise, had reshaped my brain’s pathway of inquiry and interpretation? Was I unconsciously re-taking the same photos with a new worldview? If so, was my memory of the future, which is now, influenced my taking the two photos in the past, which was my present then? In the photo atop this essay page did I associate the stream and the people in floats as memories coming back to the woman on the bridge, hence the reason of taking that shot?

Hmm.

I am eager to get my own therapy session, online this time, from my friend comfortably laughing in the Scottish Highlands….

 

August 18, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026


Monday, July 27, 2026

Good and Evil in the Arts -- the Harmony in the Shades of Gray

 



I am always delighted to get thoughtful comments from readers; especially following posts that are more than a decade old. Their comments not only take me to reading what I had written (and often forgotten) but help me realise if and how my life experiences, hence thoughts, have changed over time.

So, my readers often provide the opportunity of introspection and discovery.

Last week I got an email from a reader in Asia about an essay I had written in 2016 about beauty in the arts focusing on symmetry and harmony (1).  It is still a popular read perhaps because beauty transcends cultures and geography. This time though, there was a challenging line in that email that read:

“Is ugly the counter-thesis of beautiful? Is evil necessary to the definition of good? You did not address how those themes have and continue to make artistic expressions universal.”

Hmm. I re-read what I had written and, yes, perhaps I was more optimistic, or wishful, a decade ago. So, today I will scratch the surface of not only how beauty and harmony co-exist in the arts, but also how good, evil and chaos are inextricable from the pursuit of beauty in all forms of artistic expression.

The Taijitu

Among the most parsimoniously abundant symbols of art, philosophy and medicine is the Taijitu, commonly known as the Ying and Yang. In one circle, the fluidity of being inseparable, unavoidable, contradictory and complementary is encapsulated.  The dark and the bright move together in harmony and an imbalance between their co-existence are not only a philosophical statement, but are the basis of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, as it was thousands of years ago. The flux between the dark and the bright is also their reflux; the lack of energy in the harmony between the forces moving and pushing each other, results in excess energy in one of the forces and alters the well-being of a person, of cultures and of civilizations.

 

As a health care professional I, worked in Asia for more than a decade and often heard colleagues use the Taijitu to guide their thinking, and hope that it would guide mine too. I asked questions, but their answers were never about “good” or “evil, “beautiful” or “ugly”, nor “powerful” or “weak”. Rather, all explanations were to be found in restoring the dynamic equilibrium of the body, provide meaning to a person’s search for harmony within himself, with others and, the acceptance that both the Yin and the Yang contain the seeds of the opposite (these are the small dots in the swirls- a black dot in the bright swirl; a white dot in the dark swirl).

As such, the Taijitu maps the context and content of harmony, symmetry and co-existence. It is a philosophy of how to live, create in a universe where there are no absolutes. But in the flux and reflux of the Yin and the Yang, there is hope for well being.

(I have explored the paradigm of absolutes in relationship to the concept of time as defined by St. Augustine here(2).)

 

Dante’s Inferno

In contrast to the Taijitu, Dante proposes that the gate of Hell has this written above it:

                                    Abandon every hope, you who enter

Hell is punishment, Hell is without hope. Hell offers no redemption. Hell offers no future because of your past acts and imbalances.

 

 

Demons and Angels through poetry

I chose a few lines from the Spanish poet Antonio MachadoY era el demonio de mi sueño, el ángel(And it was the demon of my dream, and the angel) as the question of good and evil is directly addressed.

The poem is among my favorites by Machado because, like the Ying and Yang, it addresses the dark and bright side of our existence but this time as evil and good. Indeed the demon is also an angel, and the duality is beautiful to the poet. It is a contradiction that does not address wellbeing or harmony, instead it the duality he saw in his dream invite Machado to an introspection journey to “the crypt of the soul”,  showing that good and evil lead to temptation even when we do not want to be tempted. That hidden urge to both accept and avoid temptation leads to pain, suffering (the caged beasts) and eventually submission.  

Here is a segment of the original version in Spanish, followed by the translation:

Y era el demonio de mi sueño, el ángel
más hermoso. Brillaban
como aceros los ojos victoriosos,
y las sangrientas llamas
de su antorcha alumbraron
la honda cripta del alma.
—¿Vendrás conmigo?
—No, jamás; las tumbas
y los muertos me espantan.
Pero la férrea mano
mi diestra atenazaba.
—Vendrás conmigo...
Y avancé en mi sueño,

 

And was the demon of my dream, the angel
most beautiful. Their victorious eyes
shone like steel,
and the bloody flames
of their torch lit up
the deep crypt of the soul.
—Will you come with me?
—No, never; the tombs
and the dead frighten me.
But the iron hand
clenched my right hand.
—You will come with me...
And I moved forward in my dream,


 

The Greek Concept of Kalokagathia

Talking about inseparable duality, ancient Greeks proposed and adopted a view about beauty in a more virtuous context. It is known as Kalokagathia where beauty (kalos) and moral goodness (agathos) co-exist, or should co-exist if art pursued harmony and symmetry. And those attributes were believed to transcend earthly values and reflect cosmic truths. Chaos does not keep the universe in peace; hence the arts should promote harmonia in the various modes of human artistic expressions.

 

 

Khalil Gibran’s view of Good and Evil

Perhaps the above discussion can best find its boundaries in a passage from Gibran’s “The Prophet”.

And one of the elders of the city said, Speak to us of Good and Evil.

You are good when you are one with your-self.

Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.

For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house.

And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.

You are good when you strive to give of your-self.

Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.

For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast.

Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, “Be like me, ripe and ever giving of your abundance.”

For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.

 

So, how to we approach good and evil in the arts?

Inherently, the morality question has to be addressed – it can take central stage or a secondary role.  The artistic expression can be appreciated without knowing if the artist was a “fruit” or a “root” but by keeping in mind that fruits do not exist without relying on the roots. Any opposition in the life or character of the artist can take that secondary role when we are appreciating her/his artistic expression.

Like an archaeologist who unearths a thousand year old statue, it is the beauty of that statue that we celebrate often without knowing who the artist was.

And coming back to my reader’s quest “is evil necessary to the definition of good?” we each have to decide if evil is what we may call a misguided good. And then we proceed based on the answer we find comfort in.

After all, Black & White photography is just the harmony of the shades of gray. And so are Gibran's world famous charcoal drawings.

July 27, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026

 

(1)   https://liveingray.blogspot.com/2016/09/beauty-in-arts-symmetry-harmony-and.html

(2)   https://vahezen.blogspot.com/2015/06/yin-yang-and-st-augustine.html


Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Last Dance at the “Last Chance Saloon”

 

The memory of a long forgotten dance should still scuff your boots” a friend told me in Arizona.

… After 13 years in Arizona, I appreciated the cultural meaning of cowboy/cowgirl hats and boots. Walking in those boots undoubtedly signals autonomy. Leather becomes identity, self-reliance and comfort in who you are. The stacked heels affect your stride and gait, and make you taller. And the bow in your back feels smoother.

The once utilitarian heavy leather boots still protect from rattlesnakes and desert brush, but the dress boots point their toes with pride on the dance floor, or under the restaurant table.

Desert mesquite thorns tore through and the high noon sun dried the leather like an old saddle now shaped like your ride. But your ride through life got more meaning. Found identity. And you felt good.

Dress boots sound like the August wind through Juniper trees when you slide on the pine floor. They are worn, broken in but you are never broken. They have stayed from the sand, the hiding snakes, and the stubborn rocks. They are black, red, or saddle cream. And you feel good.

But there is always a last dance in the Last Chance Saloon. You are still self-reliant but the bow in your back has arched your stand and makes you look inside yourself. Your swagger tells you have carried your years by putting the weight of the passage on the heels of your boots. You still enjoy smoky saloons but somehow the old stories you hear do not make you laugh.

Yet, you still want to dance, the last dance you kept for yourself.

In private.

 

 

Photos and thoughts

 

The cowboy boots of a departed Sheriff are immortalised in a sculpture in front of the Court House in Prescott, Arizona. It was not his statue that was sculpted, but his boots only. Worn, high shafts wrinkled, and the Sheriff’s posture apparent.




My cowboy boots – the pair on the left is heavy leathered and ready for the high desert or ranch work. While I walked thousands of miles in the desert over a decade, I resisted the temptation of scuffing these boots. Perhaps I kept them for my last dance in the desert.

The black boots, on the right, are urban and stylish. I have used them extensively as my favorite “cultural” attire in Arizona. Maybe I will polish them again when the “Last Chance Saloon” opens up again, so we can laugh once more at old stories.



  


Cowboy boots, walking sneakers and summer high-heel shoes at a street market in Denver, Colorado.

Shoe identity that came together for a split second when I was walking the streets.

 

July 8, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026

Sunday, June 28, 2026

Cicatrici Nascoste : the Scars We Hide Under the Many Layers of Who We Are

 

This morning, with the Colorado Rocky Mountains still keeping their caps warm under snow, I searched for contemporary Italian poets.

My discovery was works by Elisa Biagini, a poet from Florence, who writes about invisible wounds and their relationship with existing identity or how we modify them.

One poem, called L’ospite (The Guest) has imagery that I had not encountered before. And in one sentence Biagini touches upon so many aspects of being wounded, hiding your wounds, consequently projecting different identities (“you’s”.)

Those lines are:

"Quante tu sono in te, come chiodi sotto strati di colore, cicatrici notate solo al tatto, chiavi rimaste in fondo ad un cassetto?"


("How many you’s are in you, like nails under layers of paint, scars evident only to the touch, keys left at the bottom of a drawer?")

Beautiful!

 

… And I recalled my embryology teacher from 45 years ago. He was an eccentric who always managed to associate science with literature and philosophy. His style helped some of us to not only understand science but remember that knowledge when navigating through the arts in search of meaning and paths of communication.

The line from Biagini brought back the memory of one embryology class when we were learning about how facial features were being formed around the 8th week of pregnancy.

“Today we will talk of migration” the professor started.

 

“Migration is not only for animals and humans – cell populations also migrate during embryonic development and come together, meet and fuse creatively.”

“Who knows how the Philtrum is created?”

Most of us did not know what a Philtrum was.

“It is the groove between your nose and upper lip. It is what makes a woman express things without words, and a man struggle every morning to shave clean under the nose.”

“A Philtrum is created by the migration and fusion of cells from three prominences: from the frontonasal and two paired maxillaries. That north-south and east-west migration of cells fuse and the Philtrum is formed.

Sometimes the fusion is imperfect and you get facial deformities. It is like a wound that heals. Maybe like a scar.”

It was the word cicatrici (scars) in Biagini’s poem that somehow found this almost half-century memory stored in a corner of my brain.

Like nails under layers of paint”…

She did not write “layer”. She knew that our scars are hidden by experience, time, and mostly by ourselves under many layers of protection.

Many layers of self-protection. Of identity.

 

June 28, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026