• A coat of dust, A coat of memory 

    La Ciotat, a small quiet town in the South of France, holds something extraordinary – Eden Theater, the world’s very first cinema. The Lumière brothers in 1895 displayed Arrivé d’un Train à La Ciotat“(Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat) here and heralded a new era of moving images, stamping the theater as the official…

  • Matisse’s Moving World

    Matisse’s Moving World

    A feathery tree near the ocean dancing to the beat of the waves and rhythm of the breeze – it’s hard to tell which one it syncs to more. That is the feeling I get when I look at a Matisse painting. Matisse is the master of capturing movement – humans, trees, linens, even rocks…

  • new paths

    new paths

    The first “nice” day of the year in New York is always a spectacle. Many trudge up the trails near the East river all year and especially winter. But, when the sun has finally won the battle – that first “nice” day of the year – it is hard to miss the joyful lull in…

  • sunday dinner one winter evening

    sunday dinner one winter evening

    Over the years I have come to love the austerity of winter. As crowds thin and trees are nothing but their bones, it’s striking to see the silhouettes reign supreme. This year I’ve been taking in all the lovely views of boney trees, sinewy bridges and icy skyscrapers from my window. On cold evenings as…

  • Blue Highways of New York City

    Blue Highways of New York City

    Freshly back from our summer travels, we moved into our new apartment by the East River in Williamsburg, Brooklyn this October. In the empty apartment, we had nothing but the East River and all the wonderful characters atop it to wander upon. We had only been in the apartment for a couple of hours when…

  • Home, Familiarity, Perspective

    Home, Familiarity, Perspective

    There is always a search to find your favorites in a home – special edge of the sofa that you can claim as yours, favored seat at the dining table, perfect side of the bed, your dearest view outside the window. In a space like home where things are already familiar, it is fascinating how…

About me

Moto Mutu simply translates to Fat Heart in Nepali. The writings in this blog are a collection of thoughts that, at times, feel too big to contain. So, out of this almost bursting heart, I’m excited to share splices of my thoughts with you all!

– AKG