WEEK 11
I come as an orphan to you, moist with love. I
come without refuge to you, giver of sacred rest. I come a fallen man to you, uplifted
of all. I come undone by disease to you, the perfect physician. I come, my
heart dry with thirst, to you, ocean of sweet wine. Do with me whatever you
will. [59]
Looking
through huge amounts of websites and skimming through all different kinds of
books on the Ganges. I discovered how much there really was to learn about them
and how I could go on to learn more about them for a very long time. Looking at
the kinds of materials and ways they would create memorials, I thought it was
quite beautiful and such a nicer way to remember someone, rather than just a
piece of rock in the ground.
I also looked
at the huge amount of things that end up in the gangs and water looks so brown,
so I decided to create some samples from all the different kinds of offerings
that are thrown into the gangs to create could karma and more memorials for the
sacred river. They use so many different things including rice, sesame seeds
and incense. The samples I created are from burning incense onto fabric over
time and placing bits of fabric in hot dirty water and wrapping fabric around
sesame seeds and rice and placing them also in just plain hot water. Imp still
waiting for the results, as I want to leave them for as long as possible.





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