A few more old pictures.

IDP children

IDP children

IDP family

IDP family

These are two pictures from an exhibition a little while ago, organized by Sian & Dion (you can still get pictures from them if you want–go to Sian’s blog, listed on my blogroll, and let her know you’re interested).  They gave cameras to the children at a number of IDP camps around Tbilisi, and put the results on display.  A lot of them were quite nice; I particularly like the boys struggling in a two-man rugby scrum, with its odd but somehow beguiling symmetry.  Most of the pictures were simply portraits, individuals or more usually pairs or families, getting along as best they could, and trying to live as normal a life as possible under the circumstances.  The exhibition, A Day in A Life–which I think is touring around Europe now–was in November, I think, so it wasn’t that long since the IDPs had arrived in the camps after the August war.  Relatively speaking–many still live in collective centres after having fled the previous Abkhaz war–at least 15 years ago.

Ben & Laura's neice

Ben & Laura's neice

Ben monkeying around with Laura’s neice at a little get-together some time ago at Laura’s.

Khatuna & Natushka

Khatuna & Natushka

Natushka is Khatuna’s cousin, and now studying medicine at the university.  I think her name’s actually Nato (I only met her this once), but for some reason her name’s morphed into the Russian diminutive.  Sweet girl.

Barbara & Levan

Barbara & Levan

I think this was actually at the exhibition A Day In A Life; Levan dropped by and brought some of his friends, one of which was Barbara, a nice girl studying philosophy at the university.  Levan’s a pleasant guy: boisterous, friendly, and always up for a beer or four.  When I first got here he gave me a Georgian journal of contemporary culture/criticism in which two of his dad’s stories had been published (in English), which I read with interest.  They were both stories about Georgia’s recent troubles; one was I think about Gamsakhurdia’s inauguration, told in a sort of Golden Bough-The Waste Land (both of which he references, among countless other sources) kind of way: he presents it as a sort of wild pagan bacchanalia transposed onto contemporary Georgia; a pullulating, orgiastic festival seeking to present itself as a celebration of democracy.  Very post-modern and hip, but actually pretty interesting.

Ian & Ben

Ian & Ben

Oddly I think this was also from the exhibition….lots of my old pictures seem to be from that evening.

"....baazaaariiii....."

"....baazaaariiii....."

The view from a window in my apartment of a Saturday morning.  Early in the morning this battered old Lada creaks onto our street and groans into a halt in front of the building opposite ours, laden with veggies and fruit.  The elderly man and his wife then put part of their produce on various surfaces of the car, open to boot, and start crying “…baaazaaariiii!……baaaazaaariiiii!…..”  Seem to run a pretty brisk trade too.

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A painting I saw at a gallery in Shardeni a little while ago, and which for some reason took my fancy.  Unfortunately forgot who the artist is…but she has several paintings in the same gallery, most of which I quite liked; they all have that Jugendstil sort of atmosphere, with vaguely enigmatic early Lucien Freud faces.

Anyway, off to Yerevan tomorrow!

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