Filmmaker Aurelia Mengin (L) with actresses Patricia BARZYK (plays the role of Mother) and Anne Sophie Charron
Aurelia Mengin on her film Scarlet Blue: Art, Mysticism, Existential Reality and the Feminine Intuition Scarlet Blue team: with Daniel Santini, colourist, Bruno Gautier, Editor, Emmanuel Bonami, actor and SYLVAIN Rodriguez , DOPAurelia Mengin (extreme Right) With Sound Designer Nicolas LuquetAurelia Mengin, Director of Scarlet Blue
Interview with French Filmmaker Aurelia MenginAurelia Mengin at French Premiere of her film Scarlet Blue, Paris, March, 2024Scarlet Blue Team
French Filmmaker, Aurelia Mengin talks about her vision about aesthetics of new cinema that has blend of surreal art, mysticism, boredom and healing to rediscover the identity of a reality that the camera seeks to narrate creating meta-discourses within the boundaries of a localised space. Her influence ranging from Luis Bunuel, Salvador Dali to Jean-luc-Godard, the impact of art scenes, their corresponding movements, albeit symbolic, in poetry, photography and cinema, the semiotics of a synthesis between the Parisian life and the quaint tropical French Reunion, where she grew up as a child, with its queer talismanic beliefs, idiosyncrasies, and, almost an irrational randomness so peculiar to its originality, which in a way intersects with the conformal fashionable chic of the Parisian Salons, is a thread that she explores in a language of feminine intuition, asking questions or deconstructing paradigms a la Jacques Derrida, is a long lineage that puts the ideals of freedom and promise, like post-impressionist Paul Gauguin experienced in the late nineteenth century among the Tahitian in French Polynesia. In Aurelia’s own words surreal art deeply impacted her visualisation narratives, themes and the tonality of her cinema, her father, late Vincent Mengin-Lecreulx, who was one of her biggest inspiration, the reason why she ran after the camera, was himself a surreal painter who left Paris and lived in the Reunion to find a dream that may be discontinuous amidst the serial circularity of a existential time.
France 24 : Aurelia Mengin on her Film Scarlet Blue
– JRC, Artist, Art & Film Critic, Musician International Communications, Author and Researcher on Consciousness contact joyr.choudhury@gmail.com
What is artistic resonance? When the energy bodies vibrate with the ultimate cosmic frequency, when poise is reached amidst chaos, but, the transcendence happens by respecting the mutual negation of order/disorder within a framework of beauty which which is implicit in the design of being-awareness or existence itself. – JRC
The Feminine Sensibility, JRC, 2023Chanel and Inflorescence, JRC, 2023The Lotus Collector, JRC, 2023 Swirling Beauty, JRC 2023 (Reading Through Rodin, Klee and others)Angels and Flowers, JRC 2023
We came forth as innumerable beings resonating with her energy
We crawl back into the womb
Where silence sleeps in the beauty of her being
A radiance in the void, her luminous steps
Who could write or express gratitude?
For love is One, across all planes of existence
Like child nourished by the seraphims
We have found the paradise in her Self.- JRC – on the 4th of Navratri, the aspect of Mother Parvati worshipped is Devi Kushmanda. As the name spells out, Kush meaning small, usma meaning energy and anda meaning the cosmic egg. To sum up, she is the one who created this universe like from a cosmic egg with her smile. The plasticity of the smile is the cause of the multitudes, she is ever worshipped for wellbeing and strength of all sentient beings, she nourishes them all, she is the creatrix of this creation.
The whole idea of celebrating Durga Puja 2023 which is now a UNESCO World Heritage Festival in Bengal, was to go back and forth in time, to recollect art from the aborigines, and, tribes of Australia, India, South East Asia, Tibet and South America, Scandinavia, and, merge them into a new template based on pure non-dual consciousness where cinema, poetry, art, photography and other forms of self expression including music and modern science can be put together as nodes in a network (cluster) which are forever connected like the structures of neurons in the brain – the microcosm to macrocosm within that structure where symbols are the carrier of our collective unconsciousness – the journey in the discovery of the SELF, not Soul, as described in the Upanishads – a quest from ignorance to knowledge – a process of creative evolution for humanity. On the 3rd day of Saradiya Navratri, Devi Chandraghanta is worshipped, one of the aspects Devi Parvati , with half-moon, signifier of blessings for peace, harvest and tranquility. These qualities, inherent in humanity as potential or possibility, needs to be invoked, and realised through her blessings connecting with planet earth in a meditative conscious way.
India-US integration India-France Integration
Joy Roy Choudhury, Artist Good artists walk across one or more tightropes, balancing the commercial versus the artistic, the representational versus the concept, perfection versus pragmatism, the challenging versus the desire for immediate satisfaction. Joy Roy Choudhury follows these traditions adding the challenges of music versus the visual arts, the balancing of differing cultural drivers, the modern world vers
Comments: Wim Borsbom, Researcher and former Teacher, Archeology, Linguistics, Phonetics, Understanding of Brahmi Script , Netherlands: “You should have exhibitions… Your art is of course unique, but more than that, it is ultimately expressive TO the core, AND expressive OF the core of what is conveyed by your drawings — evocative to the max without any words alluded to or needed. Where it is symbolic of seemingly hidden messages, meaning comes through immediately… meaning though, that even if one tries to put it in words, surpasses any language. Your portraiture is radically “true” to/of the person depicted, “raw” (in the best sense of the word), free from judgement, embellishment or idealization…I value your art highly.”
Comments: Jeff Ross, Director and Founder, UK Skills and former Founder of E-Assessment Question Conf London:
“Joy Roy Choudhury, Artist Good artists walk across one or more tightropes, balancing the commercial versus the artistic, the representational versus the concept, perfection versus pragmatism, the challenging versus the desire for immediate satisfaction. Joy Roy Choudhury follows these traditions adding the challenges of music versus the visual arts, the balancing of differing cultural drivers, the modern world versus the classical. How refreshing to find an Artist willing and able to take these dialectics on and resolve them. Influences abound from the visual arts and the musical world, but here in his work is a fascinating insight into how those contentions can be shown, discussed and elaborated upon. Here is confidence in handling the ideas. There is a sureness of touch that says much about his understanding of both the process and the outcome. Each work interests, excites and then satisfies the eye. A welcome discovery and addition to the pantheon of Artists.”
I’ve Made up my Mind: Bob Dylan’s Rough and Rowdy Ways Through the Gateless GateThe Bauls of the East & the West & France-India (Bengal) Series
“They are great artworks, it was nice talking to him about his thinking process, I am glad they are underway, wonderful.” – Msako Shine, famous Japanese Ink Brush Artist from Osaka
“Joy mingles the raw flair of rock and roll with the esthetic timbre of classical Indian art forms.” -Dirk Geysels, Belgium
“A poetical symphony of sacred symbols woven with the un- factoid fashion form illustrations .” – Dr. Madhu Khanna, Scholar of Indic Studies and Tantra, Author of several books and Art Historian, Director Tantra Foundation
Under the able leadership of MS Ruby Mukherjee, from Ganasamannay, a not-for-profit social welfare trust based in Kolkata, the Tibet Awareness Program took a different turn in the city with participants from Universities and Technological Institutes taking part in the history of Tibet, it’s plight for freedom, the present context in its relationship with India and the World, and an understanding of a non-violent way of activism using compassionate dialogues as shown by His Holiness, The Dalai Lama to take the cause forward, however, the difficult the road ahead may be.
Activism is an important aspect of upholding human rights and freedom, for citizens in the world. In China occupied Tibet, the circumstances are dire, and, consequential in a sense that soon children will be taken off from their own cultural and linguistic roots, and, a hapless world will have to witness that. Europe, or, the US, which is predominantly a champion of social rights and activities, have been muted and cowed down by the pressure China has applied on them, the financial power and the rapid growth of technology have dissolved all the ideals of human consciousness which we are so proud of – from Tagore to Einstein, from Descartes to Sri Aurobindo, from Milarepa to Foucault to Nicholas Roerich and Romain Rolland- the study of compassion and human faith towards itself have never before gone under the scanner such as here and now – it is to time to awake because human unity is not a sum of its parts put together.
Youth is a force in the Void – Mahakal
MS Ruby Mukherjee, Ganasamannay, Kolkata Tibet Parliamentary Delegation from Dharamsala Tibet Parliamentary Delegation from DharamsalaSwamy Antar Himalay from Osho Ashram
The piscean moon In a heaxogonal bubble Has now become the lake where the fishes swim In the tri-junction they have evolved to become the reptiles
The Dance of Freedom, Artwork by JRC, 19th Aug 2023
The salamander is basking in the sun Adisesha uncoils into differential equations to become the calculus of happiness ….Ananda is Ananda in the Sri Hari tattva of Shiva Let the Mother shine through the way A dimensionless point is the meta- origin of all origins The knower and the field collides in the bindu The receptacle of the tortoise in the seven hooded reason of consciousness, have become the bipedal vertebrae The way of dissolution in the timeless coil, is the way to maha karuna Buddhas may come and go Samsara floats in the void , it is the churning Ocean’s alter ego Therefore you must not seek to seek Through the sound of my flute you should empty your mind Remove the doubts that obscured the sun Revive in the retrograde, mankind’s primeval awareness One day in the Bach’s minuet you may find one singular playful note That you can ride on to comb the sky In the twilight of photons you may understand the diamond cutter Sutra Vowels and consonants are asleep They may alter positions, combinations, relations They become your dreams in cinema Paradiso They become the green thumb of your omniscience And you wake up forever All that you have dreamt is coiled where you are right now You should sing lullabies to the moon and the stars They too will sleep in the dark chamber where thought is no more where time disappears but not your awareness
-JRC
Sri Narayana and Sri Laxmi with Adi-Sesha The seven hooded serpent (Adi Sesha)
15th August 2023, 151st Birth anniversary of Sri Aurobindo (not meant for light hearted ones!)
Roger Waters Amused to Death played on acoustic Netaji
দেশ ভাগ আর হঠাৎই জেগে ওঠা দাবানলের মধ্যে তলিয়ে গেছে প্রাণ সমুদ্রে বৃষ্টিতে ভেজা কাগজে অক্ষর পড়া যায় না দেখা যায় না ক্ষণ তারিখ শুধু উপলব্ধির বোঝা টানতে টানতে এতদূর পথ হেঁটে আসা কেউ কি ভেবেছিল একদিন এমন হবে মাদুর বিছিয়ে সাঁঝের বেলায় আলোর শেষ রশ্মিকে অনাবৃত করবে এই ঘন অন্ধকার যেখানে জোনাকির লন্ঠনে দেখা যায় চিঠি,হস্তরেখা আর পাইল করা ফাইল কবে কোথায় ঘটেছে বিমান দুর্ঘটনা মহাকালের রথের চাকা সৃষ্টির প্রারম্ভে কালচক্রের ঘূর্ণনকে বেঁধেছিল প্রভুর ভাগবত সত্য বন্ধুর জীবন জগতের আলোড়ন আর মহা উদ্ধারণ নদীর পাড় সোনাব্যাঙের ডাক চালতা তলায় কে? If this a theatre Then we must dream the actors on stage Careful with that Axe, Eugene! If this is a cinema then we must dream a better script The fallen flower never rises to the branch সময়ের ঘড়ি থেমে থাকে না সময়ের সাথে চলা পথিকের দর্শন অজ্ঞাতবাসে কেউ চিনবে না জানবে না জানতে চায়ও না ঠিক তাই কারাগারে জন্ম কৃষ্ণের The world is a prison the way you have dream it You can call Antonin Atraud to explain In between mirrors there are myriads of mirrors Some escapes from the field Other assumes the roles When the river takes away Ophelia Or, when helpless men, women and child are burnt alive
The River by Jean Renoir Sri Aurobindo at his deskThe Sun rising over Tapabhumi Narmada Divine Mother, Pondicherry Buddha, Ravangla, Sikkim The Himalayas Yogishwar, Sri Kalipada Guharoy in meditation
The scarecrow was a witness You can ask Kakbhushundi Multiple timelines in Wheeler’s gaze can confine to a singularity point And you will not know And not knowing is the reality you consume It’s perfectly surreal with a touch of Max Ernst and Rene Margitte The plane has crashed They look for documents in the archives They look for records They pay taxes And they find nothing And conclude nothing In a play you can act anonymously Androgynous liquid in the sack of moons toroidal field can breathe life into an awakened one You call him Kuntuzangpo You can call him the Buddha The lotus born in the fire ether vastness Will laugh at you tonight Because you can’t recognise yourself in the mirror And there are mirrors all round you This world is a made of mirrors Each reflecting the other ad infinitum The last log in the diary was about No One And you burn them as relics embedded on petroglyphs Someday soon the birds will teach about singing They too have a heart like an ant also dreams And in one of its dreams you may learn your kalchakra tantra from King Suchandra (Dawa Sangpo) – Mahakal
10th Century Sculpture of Buddha showing the stages of His Life ending with Mahaparinirvana The Hindu Cosmic Creation painting miniature Buddhist Deity with her entourage
When you sit by the river side, when you sit by the river, silently looking into the reflections, do you feel that the cogniser, the cognised, and, the cognition are different from you? Can you separate the triad? Can you use your own being to become this whole spectacle: the rivers, the mountains, the birds, trees, and, also the erudition of the scriptures, and, books, the dharmakaya and the body of Buddha , the desire for enlightenment? Can you dissolve or take it back again into that void where absence and presence have no meaning of their own, where ownership is lost and the author is dead? What is known and what is unknown?
Does it need syllogisms – the logical supersymmetry to gaze into the monsoon clouds that will bring rice and paddy, barley and wheat, a treat for those who are living and partly living by the scholastic erudition of their own slaving ego? At dusk light, I felt the river didn’t move, the birds were almost made of glassy citrine, jade and lapis lazuli? Do dreams cross over to death’s Twilight Kingdom, the magic serpents disappearing into an ocean of timeless spaceless domain that is not contained by anything, in that profound absence the only presence of these awareness that I am Not ….kindled the light that has no shadows to complement it
Vishnu, 11th Century Vijayanagar Empire Parvati, Granite sculpture 10th Century
Do you call it an experience? When the experiencer and the experienced and experience itself have dissolved into that no-thing leaving only scriptures or dharmakaya that are of no use unless you have lived the life of a mountain with carious teeth in an act of simultaneity with the burning forests, and, rolling of broken toys after the city was bombed again and again? Did you lend you hand to offer some daisies and carnation to the weeping child, the lonely father or to those digging up bodies in a heap of ruins? Are you the photographer of the leading daily? Are you the author of another book? Are you the one who sat by the Mediterranean and saw civilizations come and go? Are you Tiresias with wrinkled skin? Are you the Seer, the Man of the Old Mountains who has become Mt Kailash and the reflection of all birds in the lakes of Kashmir? Who are you that gave dreams and deep sleep to all these beings? Who are you that creates and destroys in a harmonious sequence that can only exist with my own existence?
The fading of its ownness started as the rivers disappeared into the ocean where the churning of the milk bacame the fire-ether vastness that produced time’s ergonomic scriptures to engage with these objects, these apparent beings….
One into the another, each collapsing into its next higher segment till nothing remained to be spoken or seen
And the story ended on its own
Children are like that….they often forget what they want to say, but, there is no confusion of words like in the Tower of Babel, the sounds were crystal like diamonds and milky white like the pearls in the memory of the river…..Do you understand before it’s understood by any Other…
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