The Fuschia Tree
Editor's Note.
You're born, gurgling and pink, bright white light in your eyes for the first time. Beyond the blinds are trees, moving in the wind, lime green and lush. And there's a sky--it rained as you entered--that is spotless except for a mustache of cloud in the corner. You grow up with nature, a kind of raw material for habit. When you move, you act, you transform from one state to another, creating. You create by walking, by waking up and going to sleep. You make, from nature, art.
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By Aneesha Bangera, Issue 23, Wonder: Between Nature and Art.
It is said that we are nothing more than the sum of all our experiences. We are made of atoms and molecules and equal measures of wonder and love. As children, we stared wide-eyed at the world around us. Tales of magic and adventure enthrall us, just as ladybugs and shooting stars and faces in the windows did. Some of us, with age and wisdom, let our sense of wonder dim along the way, building boundaries between ourselves and the sights and sounds of a market or to ignoring the play of light and shadow on a wall that might have otherwise consumed us for full minutes. But some of us never cease to be amazed. We seek the extraordinary in the geometry of the everyday.

Dub FX carries his sense of wonder around like the tattoos on his skin. He prowls the streets, hunting for sounds – traffic and evening prayers and people – to capture in his music. He beat boxes to create his own rhythm and layers his ‘personas’, Monsoon (a deep, rumbling voice) and Lyric (a high pitched voice) in intricate harmonies. He performs at clubs, at secret gigs in parks and, most often, on the street. What began on street corners in the UK has turned into a journey of music and love, as Dub FX travels across the globe with his partner, Flower Fairy. He meets people and converses in melody. He lives in the moment and writes a song about it. He wanders around the world with a loop station, an effects unit, a fairy and an open heart.  

Also in this issue

Rhythm: Ordering Time.

Inertia: Being Both Twice.
Coincidence: Fortune's Strange Math.
Folly: A Wise Fool.
Form: The Body Located.

Dhrupadi Ghosh is an old friend of mine. We have often had long sessions of adda late at night, discussing her dream projects since her college days at Santiniketan, where she majored in Sculpture.