pipilika

Two sides

2011-10-04T16:35:00.000-07:00

The famous monologue about the world made up of two types of people, in the landscape of a book-
one sits on the left of the page and one on the right

Film Stils

2011-05-08T10:36:00.000-07:00

It's been two years since I got interested
in Kunstkammers, or the glass cabinets in
museums, and it has resulted in a little
animated film. I am yet to think of a
title for it.

My inspiration has been Trésor de l'histoire
des langues,(Cologne 1613).

That spoken word is the female part of
language because intellect is passive.
Writing on the other hand is the the
active intellect, it alone harbors truth.

Probably the reason why oral tradition
died out with the intervention of printing,
and the "Looking Glass" and the urge to seperate
the natural world from its cauldron of myths
into facts. The modern interpretation of the
cabinets are a Victorian hand me down- it's
functional, clean ( neutral ) upon which sit
objects that produce their own acoustic language
but no one to hear it?

visual diary

2011-03-02T09:29:00.000-08:00

These are one day illustrations in response
to my observation of people in museums.

I am really fascinated by the glass cabinets,
the way ethnographic objects are classified
even though we see cross cultural aesthetic
among the displayed objects. I am trying to
create visuals that document the contrast-
live conversation among visitors, their
fleeting presence and the eternal stillness
within the glass enclosures.

The following are 29.7 cm / 42 cm

A handful of people

detail- gouache, pencil colours, pencil, chalk.

Reflection against pots.

detail- gouache, pencil colours, pencils, chalk.

The talking tree

detail: gouache, pencil, pencil colours, enamel, Rotring

Reflection 2

detail-gouache, pencil colours, pencil, cellotape, chalk

Untitled

2010-12-09T16:57:00.000-08:00

Treatment with light, still working on the final
look

People of sand rarely stand still

2010-09-21T18:25:00.001-07:00

Capturing really really mundane moments
at the museum

Things to do when in the right state of mind

2010-08-30T13:35:00.001-07:00

You holding me, while I read a book,
speeding somewhere deeper underground.

Counting toes with toes.

snapshots of war

2010-08-24T08:15:00.000-07:00

A graphic novel I am working on with:

http://www.mantaraycomics.com/

Part 1of Part 1

2010-08-19T16:46:00.001-07:00

Once, a peepal was born out of a branch. She grew arms
and could swing from it.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Suddenly, out of her own carelessness she fell into the
unknown below.

Unknown.

ploop!

Her father, the bilva tree was standing there, he let out
his hand. All if us, he said came from that tree.

Give me your hand, he said. Soon they were connected.

Tree Love

2010-08-09T09:01:00.001-07:00

My recent project with Google Chrome:
one of their themes for Brazil:
They wanted a celebration of our digital
lifestyle, in a lot of colours!
I decided for something cute-
maybe talking trees..

..Speaking our language? (^-^)

Some elements. I had made scanned leaf artwork before
and I thought I could use them for this project.
The final is watermarked, so it does not distract
from other UI elements on the browser.

I hope it will put a smile on the user
before they start browsing.

I was here

2010-08-06T09:01:00.000-07:00

Museum displays reflected on people-
Encasing the mundane in constructed
boxes. The lines have been washed.
Trying out permanent and impermanent
inks to see what remains.

Rotring and gauche

Rotring and gauche

Digital

7 o' clocks of Littledom

2010-07-28T15:12:00.001-07:00

Pinafores and stapled on handkerchiefs.
Books, exploding the seams of Mickey
Mouse bags. These hands held up tiny
Bata feet onto the aluminium and wooden
chariot.

Afternoon Board exams. Quiet streets, coconut sellers
taking a nap at courtyards of old family homes.

The chime of the bell is lost at busy streets.
Evenings, on the way to singing class, reciting the first
learned alphabets. The chronology is lost amongst the
fervour of growing up.

Sunday fish markets, in carefully plaited
hair. Sampling the samples, without being
offered. Sitting with grown ups in grown
up cafés. Hearing them talk about the
Movement. The movement is always on.

Learning all the punchlines of adverts on TV
so I can teach him what Surf really does. The stains
have special names on Television. They also
look colourful and un-stain like.

Dressed up for the pujas. A new shirt neatly
folded in by my mother. I am waiting to present
him a new year.

RePeAT REpeAt

2010-07-22T18:45:00.000-07:00

R E P E A T R E P E A T R E P E A T R E P E A T
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I have always been fascinated by repeat patterns
on surfaces especially in textiles. I love the simplicity
in block prints.
I tried one on my book, except, I did not want
to create a main repeat. I wanted each repeat
to be unique so they roll out as a sequence.

This was my first trial. I like the character.
The movement is captured across the book cover
and forms a loop, if we take it digitally.
Otherwise, just roll your eyes through the
sequence like you would over any script.

His Story

2010-06-10T05:31:00.000-07:00

This is my first animatic:

A look at history from two angles:
the artifacts at a museum and that which is
passed down from one generation to the other,
this is the first cut,the music is from Kabir,
a 15th century mystical poet captured in this
brilliant documentary by Shabnam Virmani called:
Chalo Hamara Des

Talking Tears

2010-06-01T14:39:00.000-07:00

Talking tears is about the hopeless world of dating, some
from my experience in London, and how we at times use
our stereotypes as a very weak and almost humorous defense.

Playing at the Museum

2010-05-04T15:16:00.000-07:00

For my animation, I am trying to simplify the museum,
from the glass cabinets to the people. I don't want to
make the images too complicated because it will get
difficult to animate in the restricted time, this limitation
is actually proving to challenge my comfort zone in
image making.

I am taking ink impressions on paper, which are the
people who visit the museum. I like the way the ink
gradually becomes an incoherrent shape and vanishes,
like our transient nature.

glass cabinets:

The famous Mummy, surrounded by our curiosity:

I am playing with the artifacts on people. Sometimes the
glass cabinets create interesting links between the visitor
and the exhibit.

Our heritage has two parts- the tangible and the intangible.
The tangible is what is encased in glass cabinets in the
museum. The intangible is what is passed on from one
generation to the other-through different media of storytelling.
My experience of the museum has made me realize how
obsessed we have become with collectibles. I want to look
into the songs of Kabir, the Sufis, or the Baul which I feel
form a connection to what I want to say especially in the
museum space. The traveling bards in India, that form our almost
disappearing folklore culture have been around for centuries.
Their songs talk about establishments that encase mute statues.
The statues do not speak. But around the statues, are wonderful
stories unfolding. The stories that are live, the stories that become
us. The stories that die and are reborn again.

Could someone help me regarding this? I was trying to find songs
of Kabir, but unfortunately haven't found much response from the
people I mailed to. If you have any folksong that you like, mail
me! I will show you my animatics and you can tell me what
you think of it.

Threadbare

2010-04-29T09:35:00.002-07:00

me and my father.
Beginner's shibori, ink (permanent and impermanent)

Are You Listening?

2010-03-11T13:13:00.000-08:00

Last summer I was doing this animation project called Kelkkunnundo, (Are
you Listening?)

It was entirely in Malyalam, a language I do not comprehend and about a
blind girl, a visual language I do not comprehend either. It was kind of
challenging to not get bogged down by both.

My tutor, Prakash Moorthy
helped me translate this bit that
I was going to animate, a local fable
about a cat and a fly. We did not
want to make the drawings abstract,
or to visualize how it would be for
the blind to see. I thought it would
be too literal. I had Hasna's voice
over with me as my only reference.

My inspiration was early Walt
Disney.
The time when people were
beginning to understand the
possibilities of the medium of
animation. It was a new uncharted
territory of make-believe that was
completely new to the way we saw
things. Case in point- the talking
mouse!

This is the trailer:

Prior to Exhibit 1

2010-02-21T21:40:00.000-08:00

People in Museums : I am looking for fodder for my narrative.

Candid moments, relationships, conversations.

Juxtaposition, altering meaning. I find the glass cabinets fascinating!
They create connections in the space

I am looking at the map, as
a narrative tool. I am trying to
see if I can create a collage of the
space with the map, since it is the
blueprint of the space. It is pure
information. How would we
incorporate emotion? The
moments that people leave
behind?How can a map be
any different?

Have you seen the work of
George Widener ? I saw him
at the Museum of Everything.
He uses existing satellite
images and maps to create
his own topography.

I like his madness. His attention
to detail. It is in the concept
more than the execution, which
sort of changes the idea of
"attention to detail".

part of a Greek sculpture.

Woman and boy. Part of a Greek sculpture.

When we change the order of structured information,
and make it more random, what are the connections that we see?

Exhibit 1

2010-02-15T06:42:00.000-08:00

My MA project at the moment, focuses on the museum
space, mainly that of the British Museum.

I find the museum as a giant, in the realm of
open source learning. It is a cross-section of a library,
a classroom and a park. Also, the fact that the
knowledge base is created from retrospection
or reverie. I find the interaction between the visitor
and the exhibit fascinating and how would that space
react if we removed the formal boundaries between the two.

Egypt
Rotring ink and Correction ink on discarded postcards from the Museum.

Videography.
Rotring ink and Correction ink on discarded postcards from the Museum.

Silence
Rotring ink and Correction ink on discarded postcards from the Museum.

"you came into this world as Goddess Lakshmi"

From the conversations with my father which I have posted
below, I am beginning to illustrate bits of that.

The initial bit of research involved looking at Aindri, and
the other matrikas (mother goddesses) in Indian folkart.

I was playing around with different media, for me it was
not important to illustrate her.

I am interested in why some deities have so many arms
and eyes? The reason is, I think (which is also used in
video gaming structure) that each deity is assembled
from other deities, their attributes, just like how you
would create an Avatar from a library of attributes.

It's fascinating because we are not looking at
a character, but a family tree!

Aindri
Ink and acrylic on rice paper

I want to see if I can use this concept ( the many arms, etc)
in my character design to re-interpret:

"you came into the world as Goddess Lakshmi"

You Came into this world like Goddess Lakshmi
silkscreen

detail

digital

Conversation with my Father

2010-01-24T15:48:00.000-08:00

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.

I got this mail from Dileep Cherian one
early morning. This is the phase where you
don't know where your project is going to go.
But it is so nice to hear from people I haven't
met, feels like if I meet them again, we can
have conversations like you would with
old friends!

hi aindri,
had seen your blog many months back
when an NID friend of mine fwded it.
today i stumbled on it again, and i
happened to see the 'conversation with
my father'. it was so real and moving
and i believe everything your
father said.

One of my favourite tutors from NID, Immanuel
Suresh shared this with me today as well:

"It reminded me of some other stories

of my dad also but I am sure u wouldn't
have understood MISA it happend
somewhere in 76. I guess I was also
small then.
CocaCola was driven out in 76 and a
new govt. was formed in 77 and the
drink was called Double Seven 77.."

I got this beautiful poem from Mr. Brij
Chatrath. It is lovely to find feedback
as stories, poetry or just encouragement!

You hold the small finger of the hand

Which feels so small in your hand

With love and affection

You tug it along

Till the strength of the wind

Gives her – her own wings!

You release the hand

And stand on the sand

Those impressions of a distant land

The father sees

In his own hand

The strength of the child

So he extends it from a distance

To touch and feel

The welfare of the child

In a distant land

Across many seas!

took my drawings for a walk

2010-01-05T14:53:00.001-08:00

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

2009-12-07T13:16:00.000-08:00

MTV+ME contest for Eyeka-asia
This one is my favourite because it's a bit whimsical.

This is the one which won:

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

________________________________________

Aaj humne kiya collage.

Liberatum
is an organisation based in London
that creates a platform for cultural exchange
between Britain and the rest of the world.
The catalogue illustration collages
a few places where they have had festivals
before, namely Venice, New York, Marrakesh
and Moscow

________________________________________

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

Repositioning of the Spirit

2009-11-02T18:23:00.001-08:00

The objective is to bring the essence or spirit of an object
and translate it into a space, that alters the object- it's
meaning, motive, existence.
I chose a childhood object- a One Rupee note, dating back
to circa 1974, I wanted to encapsulate a few of my childhood
memories in it, and bring in the old adage- that money
cannot buy everything, specially to a child- in the hope that
the value of this will exceed the note's material connotation.
So, when you open the tiny note, it pops up into the times..

..when we bottled in fireflies.

Or smothered our neighbourhood with kites.

Or floated paper boats in the rain.

This is my first adventure with paper 'engineering' but I guess
you can do anything if you have a story to share!

Portraits

2009-09-15T09:55:00.000-07:00

Portraits for a new Book. Watch
this space :)

Spiked

2009-07-31T14:22:00.001-07:00

The naked woman fell in love
with the Gold Flake man.
Undying loyalty had
sprouted up a plan.

She did not want sorrow
She did not want mirth.
She craved his eye
and his porcelain heart.

She wrapped herself
in dragon-wing gold
The plumage gleamed
on her alabaster mould

she wooed him out
and they played the dance
Iridescent people
And an evening’s romance.

As dawn, dawned
on the naked woman’s brain
the first drop of sun
would leave her naked, again.

She lay there, mortified
as the night sky waned
a latticework of gold
was all that remained.

"I have stitched on the glitter,
I have hemmed in the shine",
said she to the man-
"this is me, all of this, is mine".

The gold flake man
was a man of gold
he shed a sympathy,
and left the rest, untold.

Pretty young thing-floats like tinsel in the air.

Random Conversations

2009-07-14T03:21:00.000-07:00

Tied to a Box

2009-06-23T10:47:00.000-07:00

Someone, (name changed), I haven't been
acquainted with before, sent me a mail once:

"I loved your work in cut here.
I am an educator. What do we leave behind
was on the softboard, My 9 year olds loved
you for that one."

Some other people (Rohit, Mandakini, Eipe,
Kaustav, Ayush etc) want Tied to a Box back. I
dug out the ones I had and revamped it
because:
1)I hated that guy I created with a ball
point pen:

2)Let's face it, the humor is obscure:
I was probably on some unidentified substance
from the guy who also had goat dung strewn
around his courtyard.
So the art work has scope to be beyond a cute
golly wog.

3) I realized, since most of the humor is
related to our misery in living pigeon-holed
lives, I could actually use the metaphor of
a cardboard box-those boxes packing in our
expensive shoes, television sets, refrigerators,
ACs etc. Have you noticed the completely
non-commital graphics on those boxes, the FRAGILE
logo, the broken wine glass? I realized if I could
incorporate that visual language, I can give a
context to my readers. I also realized, that I hate
those signage type art work, so..

4) I got inspired. A trip to the Gallery of Modern
Art, got me face to face with Nandalal Bose, and his
art through a well done retrospective.I loved his
work on "Shahaj path" which had a graphic quality
to it, something you could rubber stamp on a box.

So anyway, this is what
tied to a box is about:

From Aindri's backpack

2009-06-01T15:00:00.000-07:00

Keylong, in the Lahoul
and Spiti Valley of
Himachal Pradesh.

In this video:
Nupur, Radha, Anjora, Sourav, Kyle, and me,
at Nature Park, Old Manali.

Chlorophyll Kaliedescope

2009-06-01T12:57:00.000-07:00

Patterns made out of pressed leaves, ferns and
flowers. Wish I could capture the scent of the
lavender and of the greens just after the rains.

Aindri's Green Period

2009-03-01T10:30:00.000-08:00

When my grandmother died
that afternoon, there was not
much noise made about it.
She was old, too old- and her
presence seemed awkward in
our daily routine of things to
do to embrace life.

Her absence filled her bed
with water. The windows
were left shut and below her
portrait the water swirled
with little bright specks
of light like you would find
in the deep of an ocean.

One day, while visiting her
silent room, I noticed that the
water had given birth to plants
that spoke in deep guttural
sounds. Being in the room felt
like I were in a water tank
trying to hear the world outside.
I stepped in. My feet looked big
and clean. My grandmother
smiled.

I lay on the bed like she had
once and raised my hands out
of the water. The plants
whispered to each other while
I explored their world. The
water had the sweet scent of
her hair. It was jasmine and
sandalwood and bright blue.

A catfish swam in circles
around me. I could hear
tinsel chiming through the
water. Sometimes the
plants spoke, most probably
of me-but they let me be.

I got up for a breath of air.
The drone of conversation
stopped and they were
looking at me. They knew who
I was, but they had not seen me
before. I, for my part, found it
difficult placing them
anywhere in my conditioned
mind.
They were living in a figment
of my imagination but they
breathed the same air as me.

When I touched one of them,
it branched out into a tree
of faces. I recognized my
grandmother as one of them.
It seemed like a family tree of
people so long forgotten that it
would be futile to start anywhere.
There was no hierarchy, just
relations popping up and
blooming into faces.

I plucked one of the squealing
faces and it spilled into a man
with a well ironed hair and
beard.
"Look at what you've done,
child!" he bellowed in a
baritone, "you have removed
me from my family! My first
wife wants me back!"
"Oh! I'm sorry" I said hastily,
from my own instinct of
apologizing.
"I did not mean to, sir, and
frankly, I am not aware of
what I need to do around
here!"

more aindriaindriaindriaindriaindri

2009-03-01T09:34:00.000-08:00

Welcome to
"Welcome to Advertising, Now Get Lost!"

It seems ages back that me, Omkar
(the author) and this brilliant
typographer who I haven't met, Jezreel,
worked on this book. The word's out.
I am sitting here, wondering how the
book fared. Three different people
working on more than three cities
(I remember my frequent visits to
Delhi in the middle and working from
there as well, so maybe that counts)
on pittance, and somehow it worked
for the book amidst all that chaos.
The best bit was-there was no brief!
We read the manuscript, discussed like
adults and came up with what we thought
would best represent the content.

So this is a shout out to you, art
director, that please send us things
to read. The content maybe, not what
you think should be there in the picture.
Images are the ones that are read
between the lines.
When you send us a shopping list of:
a shoe
the author's portrait
a pregnant lady holding a family
heirloom, we wonder, if there is
an order to that madness. And most
illustrators LOVE reading!
Sometimes commissioned work takes
months to a few days, depending on
the illustrator's luck really.

But I love reading
manuscripts. Sometimes, words like
"digital", or "vector" confuse me.
I think they are pretty old fashioned.
Illustration is so out of the box in
that way. It's like asking someone
who does animation: 2D or 3D.
wha..?

When did the medium, get bound by the
medium? What is important to illustrators
I believe is to be clear about what they
are asked on for the project, and
questions really help. If you are looking
at 50s illustrations, is it Saul Bass
or Satyajit Ray? Sometimes, we don't ask
the questions. We nod.

Eyineyway..
here's the cover done by Jezreel:

This is what notcot.com had to say.

Green Period continues..

Blogging : Saunf for the Soul

2008-12-25T11:53:00.000-08:00

Albert Hall, aka Coffee House, Calcutta.

Random. Cruel Elephant stamping on Crawling Insects.

Scatterbrained.

2008-12-13T06:15:00.000-08:00

An observation on our attitude to terrorism.

meandering wandering goa

2008-10-13T07:01:00.000-07:00

my version of Goa-the seen and the unseen,
the 'locals' and the displaced.
The stark reality and colour.
tourism and sex.

CAT FOOD FOR THOUGHT

2008-05-28T04:57:00.000-07:00

2008-05-28T04:02:00.000-07:00

i am starting a leetle comic strip.
wish me luck!

2008-05-14T22:36:00.000-07:00

melancholy triptych

2008-04-08T23:24:00.000-07:00

2008-04-01T03:26:00.000-07:00

indian traffic

2008-03-11T03:12:00.000-07:00

i really miss the ambassador!

interlude

2008-01-28T08:59:00.000-08:00

this had no process.it appeared in a dream but i failed to interpret it,
it was a different story in my head, somehow on the mixer, the soundscape took
it to a different direction.

2007-12-09T05:34:00.000-08:00

finger paints

2007-11-13T11:49:00.000-08:00

one of those times when you just wanted to get your hands dirty.

yadda yadda!

2007-10-15T02:05:00.000-07:00

one of the most difficult things to articulate is 'simplification'.it's not in the minimalism of the visual or the
'clink' of the concept. when u see, what u see, and if everything has fallen into the right places for you,you'd definitely let out that gasp.
all the cogs in your body fit into each other,space and counterspace melt into that moment, you keep looking at it back and forth deconstructing it, meaning for meaning.the whole loses itself into fragments of scrutiny.you want to extend the moment.
get back into that space of mild surprise, but alas the visual has successfully leapt from the page and into your imagination.
it keeps breathing at the back of your Being.so simple and so profound is that impact.
it creates such a complex series of dialogue and thought process.
isit 'simple' not that simple anymore?

one more

2007-08-24T18:09:00.000-07:00

alice's

2007-05-02T05:08:00.000-07:00

The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous
of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a
commonplace thing, but burn, burn,
burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across
the stars and in the middle you see the
blue centerlight pop and
everybody goes “Awww!”
JACK KEROUAC

The simplest truth in the world is beyond our reach
because of its complete simplicity,
i.e, its pure nothingness--
There are no awakeners
and no meanings--
Even if suddenly 400 naked Nagas came
solemn tromping over the ridge here and
say to me "We have been told the Buddha was to
be found on this mountaintop--
we have walked many countries, many
years, to get here-- are you alone here?
"-- "Yes" --"Then you are the
Buddha" and all 400 of em prostrate a
nd adore, and I sit suddenly
perfectly in diamond silence--
even then, and I wouldn't be surprised
(why be surprised?) even then I would
realize that there are, there is
no Buddha, no awakener, and there
is no Meaning, no Dharma, and it is
all the wile of Maya

2007-02-05T03:01:00.000-08:00

there is the process of metal in me
the hardening of the light that gives
the lucent glory to the eye
the dark clatter of gears
the mechanical clicks of tissue of fury
i've watched dionysus step like a schimitar through my side

NED O' GORMAN:2 poems on the operation of a statue of amaenad

the make-believe maker

2007-02-05T01:34:00.000-08:00

the 'classroom project' is a 5 minute animation film which evolved from a story i wrote under duress(always at the last minute!) two years back at a personality and caricature class.the story is about a boy with a pair of wings which he uses as a convinience to escape the 'evils of growing up'.little does he realise that as he grows up, his wings shrink and become a vestigial part of his adult life. he is stuck in a clinical lifestyle with a boring desk job and no imagination.the ending is a visual anecdote of his son playing with a toy aeroplane and him sitting around smiling at the irony of it all.

fatal 'art'traction

2007-01-27T07:58:00.000-08:00

the ideal match? maybe ADAM and the CAVEMAN.
MICHAELANGELO's masterpiece on the walls of the SISTINE CHAPEL
and the CAVE OF LASSCAUX had a common canvas.
both were paintings on walls. frescos.
both were threaded into our histories albeit at different times.
michaelangelo's theme is mythology.the grandeur depicting
the beauty and horror of the LAST JUDGEMENT.
so was the cave man's version a MYTH too?
of course he was unaware of the last judgement and adam and eve's
fall from grace.
but the simple drawings of his tribe hunting a mammoth etc.
could be a myth too.
a sacred lie.
a piece of the imagination,a scrawny depiction of the ideal.
BUT WHAT COULD KEEP THE TWO APART?!the beautiful estranged adam.
and the classical stick figure,gone to hunt.
forget the homosexual undertone and its blasphemous implications.
just imagine! the perfect matrimony of two different worlds.
fact and fiction.reality and myth.(i am not oppossing darwin! i think we
climbed down trees and hunted woolly mammoths)
what we can see, we can decipher.
WHAT WE CANNOT SEE NEED NOT BE UNTRUE,you know.
it's just that we havent found the language.the language of reasoning
for certain things and thank god for that.
and i will still believe in adam and eve,because for whatever's worth,
it's a beautiful imaginative account of my history,even though
there are thousands of evidence telling me i was an ape once.
actually that seems like a beautiful story too!
only if the scientists stopped claiming that it is the ultimate truth.
then the MAGIC goes undone.
i believe in STORIES. and i want to live for them.

passerby

2007-01-27T07:27:00.001-08:00

lines speak a thousand words.like words they make up the emotion of the drawing.
a linear visual has so many layers of pain and joy,no stroke on the page is done without intention.
our mind races ahead,our fingers follow.
the line is an artist's tool,ever since he could scrape his environment on walls.but around us,
there is merely mass seperating mass.even my hand against the glaring sun,the bright,the dark,
the various shades of the charcoal.
i like egon schiele.his lines have pathos,and the painful strain of a distant violin.
'passerby' is an attempt to make little stories out of his sketches.his sketches come to me without
context.his moments of delirium,his madness,his weak moments.they have become lost in history,
what comes to me is a page of jumbled lines,constructed bodies,and mournful facades.
and little stories,maybe a man stiching up his past.or someone who has so much to say that he'd rather
remain silent.
just like his quick sketches,they are fleeting glimpses of people passing you by.passersby.