Conversation with my Father

I am beginning my MA project finally!
After a circuitous process of doing
one week projects exploring my new
found city, I am strangely being affected
by these stories that my father tells me
in an innocent attempt to make me realize
where I come from. They run, overlay'ed,
as I take my walks through galleries,
cobbled alleyways, and chrome tinted
shopping malls.

took my drawings for a walk

The Hyper real world has become what our
myths were made up of. The Giant Horse,
The Many Headed Serpent, The City Built on
One's Shins. Our world has collapsed into
nodules, we live in them, breathe in them,
floating somewhere in a space that rests on
the Giant Tortoise. I look around and see
everyone in their world. The city is a
crisscross of wireless communication. We
don't see those telephone wires anymore.
We see the sky gleaming, bereft of birds-
but no one has the time to look up now.

New Pen Tool

Vh1 Classic, done ages back finally found
it's way to Vimeo. Yes. I'm that lazy.

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Aaj humne kiya collage.

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Around the World, The British Museum



A look into the culture of a museum
(British Museum) the people who visit,
and removing the formal boundaries
of the visitor and the exhibit.

We had 2 weeks on this. I would like
to explore this further, possibly for my final
project.


WOMAN + "Life Drawing" while I "Character Design."


woman+giraffe.
























woman+gorilla

















woman+woman