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“The road of life twists and turns and not two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.” Quote from Don Williams, Jr. Good morning fellow classmates. Today I will be talking about this photo here on the board titled “The Rite Journey”. I took this photo last year on a journey to Macau. Macau is a meeting place between the East and the West where the cultures are combined to form a unique fusion. For me, this handmade stone road with its clear central pathway leading forward, provided a striking contrast to ‘modern’ Macau, suggesting this fusion. On reflection I saw the symbolic potential of it. This was helped by the sepia, black/white tone I gave to it when I developed it, that suggested it was an old rather than a recent photo. This cultural fusion and its uncertain production date sets the basis for this composition where a traditional road becomes a rite of passage journey from adolescent to adulthood.
I see two journeys being represented in this photograph. There is the literal journey suggested by the road leading ahead and arising from this a symbolic, metaphorical journey suggesting a rite of passage. The annotated image links the physical representation to its metaphoric meaning.
The literal journey can be seen down the left of the composition. Reading from the bottom to the top, for that is the way our eyes are directed, there are different shaped stones placed randomly with dark gaps between them on either side of the central, ordered path. The straight line of this path becomes a vector which draws our eyes to follow this line to the white light at the top.
These literal components provide the basis for the metaphorical journey interpretation. The bottom of the picture represents the present, the top the future and the space between the journey there. At the bottom of the picture the randomly placed stones, with their dark gaps, and the central path are clear and precise. They represent the present, the way I see the world now. The path leading to the light is a representation of me and my values, the way I see myself including my ethical, social and cultural beliefs, my inner self. This inner self will guide me through the unknown to my future as an adult. This bright future is suggested by the white light. The change in the brightness from dark to light also carries a metaphorical meaning. The brightness has an inverse relationship with clarity in life. The darker stones of the present are clear, but as the path moves ahead and becomes brighter, it becomes harder to see the shape and size of the stones, symbolising the uncertainty in life. The bright light uses colour symbolism to enrich the meaning of the composition. The top of the picture is the future, however the future is just a white light in the photograph. The white light is symbolism for hope but at the same time the unknown.
To make this symbolic journey clearer I have placed this figure at the bottom of the road to suggest my present self looking up the road to the bright future of adulthood. I know where I want to go but have still to journey there. In order for me to move along this path down the middle, I must take the experiences represented by the “stones” around me. In doing this I must be careful not to take too much so my path is uneven or stray from my path. As I experience these stones, I will cut and shape them in order to create my own level and ordered pathway. In other words, I must try new things in order to gain the experiences I need to succeed in life. By using my social and cultural values I can set a boundary so that I do not forget what my main goal is. If there is no boundary set, I may stray from what I believe is right and wrong and become a different person entirely. In the future there will be more unknowns. However these unknowns are bright possibilities that open up to me if I am able to stick to my inner path.
So in conclusion while the road of life does twist and turn and no two directions are ever the same, having a clear sense of inner self can lead to a bright future. And what about you? Where do you see yourself along this path? Even though our goals are all different, the processes will be the same.
Some people walked through it, drawing their inspiration from the scale and freedom of the untouched trails. Two germans I met had spent 8 days hiking to Omalo along the twitchy border lines that lie between Georgia, Russia, Chechnya and Dagestan. I admired them but didn’t envy their nibbled bodies and swollen feet. Others fidgeted in the silence and then left again. The coming of night and the turning on of the gas lamps drove them a little crazy, the homewade red wine didn’t help with that. Some sank into the quiet, enjoying the home-grown meals, marvelling at how small life could become during the day and how grand the world became at night.I was the latter.
I spent one day here sitting on the front lawn of the home I was staying in hand-washing my clothes. Sittting all day long washing my sweat sodden backpackers gear while breaking every gender role of local life where men fought the mountains and women tended the home. It took me all day to wash a few shirts and clean a few socks and I remember every minute. The time for nothing: the lack of irritation or pleasant distraction left me free to just be with me led me to come across many a realisation about who I am and why I was there. I honestly believe that I travelled as far that day as many others do in weeks.
The night in Omalo was something altogether new. The clouds that swirled over the hightest peaks all day crawled at first down towards, and then over the village. For an hour, two, maybe more the dark houses would sit in the fog. An Israeli couple who visited the house I was in were lost in the cold, they couldn’t fathom why I would rush out into that gloom. I had a headtorch but it was useless and left me lost, serving only to light up the dense specs of cloud that lay closest to me, the beam never even reached my own hand. And then the mist would drop.
The weight of the rain would drag the fog slipping down into the valleys around Omalo leaving a small Scottish man lying flat on his back laughing at the greatest sight he has ever seen. The night sky with not a lamp, not a headlight barely even a match glow to defile it. I didn’t take any pictures of those nights, for once the camera would have just been an interuption.
‘Mta-Tusheti, a small historic geographic region in Eastern Georgia located on the northern slopes of the Greater Caucasus Mountains, covers the area of approximately 796 sq. km. It is one of the most ecologically unspoiled regions in Caucasus. Mta-Tusheti vernacular architecture in general and fortress-like residential buildings in particular represents special interest in terms of their unique and distinctive architectural forms. This region is remarkable for the extraordinary beauty of its alpine landscapes and represents greatest importance as a habitat of numerous rare and endemic animal and vegetative species’
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